[ He swallows nervously, looking at her for a moment. In that moment, his hands gently move to her waist and upper back.
She might be expecting a simple kiss, but Maebara Keiichi does nothing half-assed. Instead, he dips her backward, his arms keeping her from going backward too far, and plants the sort of eyes-closed, caution-thrown-to-the-wind kiss that someone who isn't bothered by the idea of kissing under the mistletoe would clearly give.
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[ He swallows nervously, looking at her for a moment. In that moment, his hands gently move to her waist and upper back.
She might be expecting a simple kiss, but Maebara Keiichi does nothing half-assed. Instead, he dips her backward, his arms keeping her from going backward too far, and plants the sort of eyes-closed, caution-thrown-to-the-wind kiss that someone who isn't bothered by the idea of kissing under the mistletoe would clearly give.
Yeah, he might have taken it a little too far. ]