[ Right, whenever she’s ready. Since she’s been stuck in this place, Mitsuru has rapidly learned that it’s rare to feel any sense of preparation when it comes to intimate scenarios like this one. A fact that she often reflects upon during a particularly rattled moment. This isn’t the first time she’s kissed him though, or at least she had kissed someone else utterly identical to him. She remembers their height difference from last time and as Yu leans down to meet her halfway, Mitsuru herself closed that distance, kissing him softly on the mouth. Much to the delight of their unwanted audience.
His lips are embarrassingly familiar and Mitsuru is doing her absolute best not to think of nor dwell on that fact for even a moment. Still, there is a warmth and an odd draw to him that she can’t exactly pretend isn’t there, not when her lips are on his like this. She’s not hurrying out of this, it’s not a mere peck by any means, largely because she has a sneaking suspicion that the Trio wouldn’t accept something as minor as that and… well, because she can’t exactly pretend that she dislikes kissing him. She certainly didn’t the first time.
Her mouth is gentle on his, moving with the silent of invite of something a little deeper but only if he feels comfortable in doing so with her. ]
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His lips are embarrassingly familiar and Mitsuru is doing her absolute best not to think of nor dwell on that fact for even a moment. Still, there is a warmth and an odd draw to him that she can’t exactly pretend isn’t there, not when her lips are on his like this. She’s not hurrying out of this, it’s not a mere peck by any means, largely because she has a sneaking suspicion that the Trio wouldn’t accept something as minor as that and… well, because she can’t exactly pretend that she dislikes kissing him. She certainly didn’t the first time.
Her mouth is gentle on his, moving with the silent of invite of something a little deeper but only if he feels comfortable in doing so with her. ]