[Tech Deck the halls, dude, because Ghost Christmas is upon them. The TP was hung by the deck four rooms with care, in hope that some shit sin tubes would still be there. And all through the mess hall, this goddamn mess over here is unfolding. It's the crescendo of hormones that had waited until the exact spot in time to deliver the coup de grace to whatever the hell that had put its hand in front of Ryuji's face, telling him to stop.
Probably something stupid. Worried that he'd blow it. He'd swing and miss before the sportsball even passed over goal plate. Ryuji might not have an exactly keen sense of how this is all supposed to play out, and maybe... just maybe he's seen a few romance movies here or there, or maybe it's just because it feels natural to do so, he takes the otherwise occupied pair of hands that are conjoined and guides Dave's hand to his side, so that he could mirror the gesture and hold him back in kind. The other moves up to that... so, so adorable squishy cheek of his as he cups his face, pinky and ring finger just at the turn of cheekbone.
Finally.
It's not as terrifying as he thought it would be, indicative of pretty much... everything that's happened in the intimacy department between the both of them, and those shades of his are going to be smudged to hell with how inept Ryuji is at figuring out the angle that this is supposed to happen. He'll learn. He'll get it right, but right now, he was so hastily excited that he had done it, that it'll just have to be a little off.
And just like that, yeah, this is absolutely his first kiss, and it strikes him that he doesn't actually know what's supposed to happen next, because his urges are definitely there to just press on and turn this from a release of pent up feelings that he's had for months into something that would make both of them flush into nonexistence, probably. Maybe. Ryuji pulls back for a second, and it's dizzying how much vertigo it's giving him, but he'll place another one just a little more off center than the last, at least by the degree of one whole lip as Ryuji manages a kiss against his upper lip.
And of course, breathe through a smile and a short apology for it, caught somewhere between a laugh and an exhale.]
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Probably something stupid. Worried that he'd blow it. He'd swing and miss before the sportsball even passed over goal plate. Ryuji might not have an exactly keen sense of how this is all supposed to play out, and maybe... just maybe he's seen a few romance movies here or there, or maybe it's just because it feels natural to do so, he takes the otherwise occupied pair of hands that are conjoined and guides Dave's hand to his side, so that he could mirror the gesture and hold him back in kind. The other moves up to that... so, so adorable squishy cheek of his as he cups his face, pinky and ring finger just at the turn of cheekbone.
Finally.
It's not as terrifying as he thought it would be, indicative of pretty much... everything that's happened in the intimacy department between the both of them, and those shades of his are going to be smudged to hell with how inept Ryuji is at figuring out the angle that this is supposed to happen. He'll learn. He'll get it right, but right now, he was so hastily excited that he had done it, that it'll just have to be a little off.
And just like that, yeah, this is absolutely his first kiss, and it strikes him that he doesn't actually know what's supposed to happen next, because his urges are definitely there to just press on and turn this from a release of pent up feelings that he's had for months into something that would make both of them flush into nonexistence, probably. Maybe. Ryuji pulls back for a second, and it's dizzying how much vertigo it's giving him, but he'll place another one just a little more off center than the last, at least by the degree of one whole lip as Ryuji manages a kiss against his upper lip.
And of course, breathe through a smile and a short apology for it, caught somewhere between a laugh and an exhale.]