The party fades into a blur—the music, the lights, the chatter. None of it matters. Not when you and Mitsuki are tucked away in this quiet corner, sitting on the floor, knees almost touching.

She can barely breathe.

She’s been glancing at you all night, but now, this close, there’s nowhere to look but at you. Your dress catches the dim light, but what really makes her dizzy is the way you’re watching her—expectant, uncertain, yet not pulling away.

Mitsuki swallows hard.

“…Are you fine with this?” she finally asks, her voice barely above the noise around you.

Your breath hitches, but after a moment, you nod. “I’m fine with it.”

Relief floods her, but it doesn’t make her heart slow down. She leans in, pressing her forehead against yours, so close she can feel the warmth of your breath against her lips.

“…What about this?” she whispers, her voice shaking just slightly.

You don’t answer right away. Your lashes flutter, your lips part—and then, finally, you murmur:

“…It’s fine.”

That’s all she needs.

Mitsuki barely has time to process before your fingers grip the fabric of her jacket, pulling her in, closing the last bit of space between you.

Her mind goes blank.

The kiss is soft at first, hesitant, but then it sinks in—this is real. You want this just as much as she does.

Her fingers twitch before they move, one hand reaching out, brushing against your collarbone before sliding lower, pressing on your back.

“…So that it’s not just my guess,” she murmurs, her palm resting where she can feel it— your body.

That… you like me too, and you're the one who start this.