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Don't worry about it. I.... I don't really know if I'm doing this right so I should probably apologize for that...

[A soft laugh makes it past his lips, his face bright-red. He can feel his heart jumping in his chest.

There's so much warmth in this moment, that Ruca finds himself thinking that he could stay like this forever. Otonashi probably wouldn't want that though, so the boy quickly dismisses the thought.

They'll have so many more moments in the future, moments better than this. Just like in books. Or better. That's what Ruca wants to believe.

So he closes his eyes and leans in again, with another soft kiss.]

I— I really don’t have any room to judge. [ he brushes with admitting his own strange circumstances that had led him to kiss others in the past, coming out more confused for having done so each time. while the thought never synthesizes into words, there’s a slight break in his peaceful demeanor that gives way to a twist of worry.

rather than linger on it, Otonashi leans a little closer, meeting Ruca halfway for another gentle kiss. he is himself. he isn’t plagued by the moon, or obligation, or the call of migrating dragons. while their lips meet and his fingers comb through Ruca’s hair, Otonashi gives himself completely to it, only parting enough to speak. ]

Hey, one more thing..? I should have told you back then, but I had... a lot on my mind. My name is Yuzuru. I... needed a little time to accept it. And my nightmare—my memories.

[Isn't Otonashi the experienced one? shouldn't Ruca feel bad for being the way he is? Obviously, all those things don't matter the moment their lips press again.

Then, there it is. The name. Ruca blinks at first, then his eyes shine a little. So far everybody has been calling Otonashi just, well "Otonashi". But now Ruca feels like he received a special privilege.

His heart beats faster.]

Yuzuru.

[He tries to say the name, shyly at first. Then he smiles.]

It's okay, I understand. But... ah, I'm just... really glad.

[He's so happy he wants to say the name "Yuzuru" over and over again.]

Yeah.

[ even now, his own name feels somewhat alien and unfamiliar, not so unlike the memories Otonashi had fought to reject when Ruca encountered him so long ago.

but just like the memories of his abbreviated life, it is his to own. resting gently against Ruca, Otonashi idly brushes some of his silvery hair away from his face, comfortably settling. ]

You are? [ he can’t help but laugh softly, sheepishly. ] If I had known it would make you so happy, I would have told you a lot sooner. Thanks for, ah... being patient with me.

[ since so few seem to be. ]

I am.

[His words are soft and he leans closer to brush his nose lightly against Otonashi's.]

It makes me feel special... [A small chuckle follows.]

And don't thank me. You've always been very patient with me, too.

[And he's grateful for that as well.]

You are special. [ he fires back quickly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and, by extension, anyone would be utterly ridiculous to even question it.

Otonashi can’t help himself, giving in to the urge to ruffle Ruca’s hair and rest his chin on the other teen’s shoulder, his breath coming in warm waves against Ruca’s skin as he laughs. ]

Too late, I already did. And, you know what else?

[He laughs again, happy. It feels good to have Otonashi close and to not see him worry about anything.

...And Ruca would lie to himself if he said he wasn't happy about being "special".

He presses close to the other boy, resting his head close to the other's neck as he asks the question:]

Hm? What else?

[ loosely draping his arm around Ruca, Otonashi lets the thought hang, awkwardly and deliberately incomplete, before he gently moves one of his legs aside to accommodate pulling Ruca closer.

but he can move it, he has the coordination to nudge it aside without struggling. ]

It works. I feel a little better. I’m not much of a romance reader, but it kinda seems like something out of that genre, doesn’t it? Magic healing kisses?

[Being even closer is something he wants very much. He smiles with a soft blush dusting his face.]

In books love can solve all the problems.

[He laughs shyly.]

So I'm glad it's working.

[He presses a quick and soft kiss to Otonashi's cheek, before settling his face close to the other's neck again. His warm breath can be felt against the skin.]

[ he could speak to his relative naïveté regarding the romance genre, knowing it more in passing than from personal experience. Otonashi has vague memories of passing up romance novels and skipping over romance media if it happened to come up on television, finding no happiness in indulging in it.

but he hadn’t found happiness in much at all in the context of those uncovered memories; rather than brush off Ruca’s innocent love for something or sour it with the negativity his memory offers him, Otonashi pulls Ruca in, combing his fingers through the other teen’s hair. ]

Ahh, I wouldn’t really know all that well, so it sounds like you’ll have to be the expert on romance. I was kinda guessing. Healing kisses, power of love...

[ tucking some of that silver hair behind Ruca’s ear, he pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, then his jaw, in turn. ]

So, you’re the guide on this one, okay? You’re doing great so far.

[At first he's stunned at Otonashi's words, before a soft laugh makes it past his lips and a new blush blooms on his face.]

M-me? An expert?

[He tries to bury his head as much as possible against the other boy.]

Yuzuru, I... I really am not.

[In the past life romance was what killed in eventually. In this life, he had very little experience with romance at all.

He's silent for a moment.]

I-I only know stuff from books, really. That's... not exactly the same as the real thing? I think. So... let's just... learn together?

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