[There's a moment of confusion when he doesn't follow up with words after he speaks to her, but when he leans in toward her, Futaba doesn't flinch or move away. She has a feeling she knows what he's doing, and when his lips press against her own, the guess was right.
A shiver runs up her spine as she returns Beat's kiss, and while he pulls her in to deepen it, being mindful of his wounds, she leans against him some, caught up in the moment, hands on either side of him to keep balance but to make sure this doesn't hurt him. Would he even feel it right now? Maybe not, but she didn't want him feeling it later, either!
One Beat breaks away, Futaba's own eyes meet his, and while she's in the same state... a smile forms, shy but accepting of it all. That likely said more than any words she could actually speak to him in this moment.]
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A shiver runs up her spine as she returns Beat's kiss, and while he pulls her in to deepen it, being mindful of his wounds, she leans against him some, caught up in the moment, hands on either side of him to keep balance but to make sure this doesn't hurt him. Would he even feel it right now? Maybe not, but she didn't want him feeling it later, either!
One Beat breaks away, Futaba's own eyes meet his, and while she's in the same state... a smile forms, shy but accepting of it all. That likely said more than any words she could actually speak to him in this moment.]