[Oh no, just the fact that Melody is idly playing with his hair is enough to make his knees go weak. Yuteru doesn't realize just how dry his throat is until he attempts to swallow, and even then there isn't anything he can do about it. But then their eyes meet, and he's positive that his blush deepens impossibly further.
Upon realizing that his mouth is slightly open, he quickly presses his lips together, and still can't bring himself to look away from Melody's eyes. In fact, he can't do much at all, and only stays frozen in place for several seconds before almost subconsciously leaning toward her. Ah, they're close.... very close. One moment of impulse it all it takes, and before he can even comprehend it, he finds himself pressing the tiniest, feather-light kiss to her head. Upon pulling back, the realization finally sinks in, and then.... nothing.
....He just did that, didn't he? He really did that?]
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Upon realizing that his mouth is slightly open, he quickly presses his lips together, and still can't bring himself to look away from Melody's eyes. In fact, he can't do much at all, and only stays frozen in place for several seconds before almost subconsciously leaning toward her. Ah, they're close.... very close. One moment of impulse it all it takes, and before he can even comprehend it, he finds himself pressing the tiniest, feather-light kiss to her head. Upon pulling back, the realization finally sinks in, and then.... nothing.
....He just did that, didn't he? He really did that?]