It wasn't sudden.
It wasn't deep.
It was soft.
Their lips met—just lightly—like a question.
Haruto pulled back immediately, panic flashing across his face.
"I'm sorry, I—"
Miyu shook her head quickly and reached for his sleeve.
"…Don't stop."
His breath caught.
This time, when they kissed again, it lasted a second longer.
Still gentle.Still careful.
But real.
When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathing faster.
Miyu's cheeks burned.
Haruto looked stunned—as if he couldn't quite believe what had just happened.
"…Was that okay?" he asked.
Miyu smiled, eyes shining.
"Yes."
He laughed softly, relief and happiness mixing together.
They sat there quietly after that, hands intertwined, no need to rush anything else.
After
When they stood to leave, Haruto squeezed her hand.
"I'll remember this," he said.
Miyu nodded."So will I."
Tokyo kept moving.
But for them, time had paused—just long enough for one soft kiss to change everything.