/jp/ - Otaku Culture

They stood there for a while, Tomoya with his arms draped around the small her back. Her long soft hair gently brushed the back of his hands. It felt like a soft silk. Kyou lent into him and rested the side of her head on his chest. She felt content in this position and remained there enjoying this feeling and hearing his heart beat.
"I really like you, Tomoya," they kissed again. Tomoya had become aware that classmates running on the field would be able to see them through the doorway which stood ajar. He slowly made his way to the highjump mats off to the side and outside of view, still kissing Kyou. When they broke away Kyou saw where they were. Tomoya leaned towards her to kiss her again and, confused about his intentions, she hesitatingly lay down onto the high jump mat.
“Tomoya, I…uh…lets not move too fast…”
“Huh?”
“Its not that...I don’t want to...I just…I mean…I want to... if you want to...”
There she was again, the side of her he had never seen before. She lay with her head facing away, hair under and splayed about her, self conscious and unsure of herself, her arms over her chest embarrassed and blushing furiously. A class representative. Someone everyone looked up to, her sister for confidence, her younger classmates for guidance and as an idol.