Mirai lent down. She lent up. He shifted and brought his arms slowly to her back, where his hands pushed her closer without a word of approval. To be calmed by this! He was not misunderstood then. He leaned into the kiss as a warmth slowly spread from their mouths and his whole face reddened gently to pink, and he brought down a hand from that blouse of hers. Behind her it moved cautiously across her skirt, where his fingers played with the edges before it rested again. Now he had to rise for a bit of air, and separated after a small closed-mouthed kiss.

"... Hmmmm. That's no good," he said mildly. "You need to watch less dramas."

The other hand was moving to grasp a fistful of hair. He pulled it gently and tilted her head, then leaned from a greater height to kiss her neck, starting just below her ear. Now he was finding she was bringing him happiness, because she had stepped over his wall completely - and respected him and left it intact.