Somehow, astoundingly, this manages to be entirely outside of the realm of Miach's expectations. In her head, she is the instigator. Of this, of everything. Other people follow suit, even people like Nana, who have captured Miach's attention and care entirely against her own predictions and will.
She had something planned out that she was going to say once she succeeded with her grand gesture of pulling Nana down, but... that doesn't really matter now, does it?
Miach's never kissed a girl before. For all her flirting, the reality is that there has never been anybody who's been important to her that way. Fleeting attraction to girls who would never hold her interest, yes, but not...
She'd really, really thought she would be the one to initiate her own first kiss. Forward and bold, experimental like all her actions.
This isn't how it was supposed to go, but it's... it's good. The kiss, the way it happened. Both of it. After the initial surprise fades within the first split second, she closes her eyes and leans in a bit. She can feel the blood on Nana's jacket, where her hands relax their grip and only linger softly. The blood, Nana covered in blood.... the softness of her lips...
Miach is smiling when they break apart, and for once there's nothing enigmatic about it. ]
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Somehow, astoundingly, this manages to be entirely outside of the realm of Miach's expectations. In her head, she is the instigator. Of this, of everything. Other people follow suit, even people like Nana, who have captured Miach's attention and care entirely against her own predictions and will.
She had something planned out that she was going to say once she succeeded with her grand gesture of pulling Nana down, but... that doesn't really matter now, does it?
Miach's never kissed a girl before. For all her flirting, the reality is that there has never been anybody who's been important to her that way. Fleeting attraction to girls who would never hold her interest, yes, but not...
She'd really, really thought she would be the one to initiate her own first kiss. Forward and bold, experimental like all her actions.
This isn't how it was supposed to go, but it's... it's good. The kiss, the way it happened. Both of it. After the initial surprise fades within the first split second, she closes her eyes and leans in a bit. She can feel the blood on Nana's jacket, where her hands relax their grip and only linger softly. The blood, Nana covered in blood.... the softness of her lips...
Miach is smiling when they break apart, and for once there's nothing enigmatic about it. ]
I like us, out here.