“Would you… like to touch them?”
For a brief moment, Yuzuru’s mind went completely blank at Arisa’s words.
Touch… what?
From the context, it was obvious.
Her chest.
Arisa’s chest.
“Well…”
Did he want to, or not?
If those were the only two choices, then of course he wanted to.
Yuzuru was, after all, a perfectly healthy teenage boy. He had about as much interest in his girlfriend’s chest as any other boy would.
“…Are you sure?”
When he asked, Arisa’s cheeks flushed red as she looked away.
Then, fidgeting slightly, she answered in a small, hesitant voice.
“It’s not like it’ll wear out… and we are a couple… so, a little should be fine…?”
The sight of her saying that, so bashfully…
…was unbearably adorable.
Enough to make him want to devour her.
But—
Yuzuru’s rationality kicked in, slamming on the brakes.
A single concern surfaced in his mind.
(Is she forcing herself…?)
Was she saying this not because she truly wanted to, but because she feared he might drift away otherwise?
“Arisa…”
He called her name.
Her small shoulders trembled slightly as she looked up at him.
Her jade-green eyes were faintly moist.
Her pale skin was flushed, her cheeks warm with colour.
(This…)
To Yuzuru, it looked like she was saying it’s okay.
At the very least, there was no sign of reluctance.
If anything, not responding might hurt her.
If he had gathered the courage to invite something like this, only to be turned down… he would probably feel wounded.
“…Then, if you’ll excuse me.”
“Y-yes!”
As if handling something delicate, Yuzuru gently pressed against her chest over her clothes.
His fingertip sank slightly into the soft surface, faintly distorting its shape.
Arisa, meanwhile, squeezed her eyes shut—
—and then slowly opened them again, as if bracing herself.
“How… is it?”
“…Soft.”
It was a simple, predictable answer.
Though Arisa didn’t know this, Yuzuru had actually touched her chest before.
While she was asleep, he’d indulged in a small bit of mischief—
—though at the time, she had only been pretending to sleep, making it not quite a secret… which, in turn, was her own secret.
So the sensation itself wasn’t what moved him most.
Rather—
“You’re… incredibly cute.”
“Fweh—!”
Caught off guard, Arisa’s eyes widened.
At the same time, Yuzuru gently wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her closer.
“U-um…”
“Look at me, Arisa.”
At his words, she shyly met his gaze.
Light brown hair, emerald eyes, pale skin, soft lips.
Her flushed face, moist eyes, and the warm breath slipping from her slightly parted lips—
“Arisa… you’re truly adorable.”
She was precious to him.
“Y-Yuzuru-san… this is embarrassing… can we stop now…?”
“No. Don’t look away—look at me.”
“Ah…”
She shifted slightly, clearly flustered—
…and yet, not entirely unwilling, as she continued gazing into his blue-green eyes.
Yuzuru drew her closer with the arm around her back.
Then, he pressed his lips gently against her soft ones.
“Ah…”
A faint breath escaped her.
Almost at the same time, Yuzuru sealed her lips with his.
After a long, three-second kiss, he pulled her tightly into an embrace.
“Arisa.”
“…Yes.”
“I love you.”
Whispered by her ear, his words made her tighten her arms around him in return.
“I know.”
“That’s good.”
He pulled back slightly, then looked at her again.
“And you?”
“I…”
Arisa gave a small, bashful smile before answering.
“I love you too… Yuzuru-san.”
This time, Arisa was the one to seal Yuzuru’s lips.
After a while, they held each other again.
“…Arisa.”
“Yes.”
“Next time we’re alone… is it okay if we do this kind of thing again?”
Arisa gave a small nod.
“Yes… I’d like that too.”
