[Good. More kissing. Komaeda winds up lingering more and more with each kiss, like it's growing harder and harder to break away from Hinata's lips. Each kiss eases something in him, settles his heart back to beating in its correct rhythm.
Fingers find their way to slip through Hinata's hair again, smiling at the sweetness of that nuzzling.
He draws back just far enough to speak, lips brushing Hinata's as he does.] I love you, Hajime. Let's not get separated again like that. [Like they have any control over that. But a boy can dream.]
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Fingers find their way to slip through Hinata's hair again, smiling at the sweetness of that nuzzling.
He draws back just far enough to speak, lips brushing Hinata's as he does.] I love you, Hajime. Let's not get separated again like that. [Like they have any control over that. But a boy can dream.]