14. things you said after you kissed me
They’re young, and the field is wide around them, flooded by a combination of stars and fluorescent lights overhead. Kazuya pulls away, catches the cross-diamond outline of the fence in the background, but all of that is dark behind the brightness of Mei, Mei, Mei.
Mei’s eyes are closed but fluttering, his lips still pursed, not in his usual pout but in something much softer. He looks like a firefly in the darkness, maybe: trembling, drawing all of the light to him and beaming it outward.
Kazuya is very careful. Around fireflies, around too much light, about playing catch too late out at night and about the thump-thump-thump in his chest right now.
“Did I…did we…” He’s never been one to be at a loss for words, but since he can’t quite bring himself to wipe his sleeve over his mouth, something has to give. “Was that okay?”
Finally, Mei’s eyes flicker open. The familiar blue of them, though melted hazy from their usual sharpness, counters the unfamiliar throbbing on his lips, but it doesn’t help at all with the irresistible pull between them, urging Kazuya to lean forward and do it again. To feel the press of lips he’s heard talk and boast and laugh for years, quivering slightly against his, shaky breaths drawn out like spools of thread between them.
“Yeah,” Mei breathes, and then a smile electrifies his eyes again. “Yeah. That was good.” A hint of his usual petulance as he whispers, “Do it again, Kazuya.”
They’re leaving soon. There’s no getting around it, and maybe it’s too late for a first like this, before the night ends and before their years of junior high do. But for a moment Kazuya lets himself forget the choice he made as he leans forward to tuck his tongue, silver as it is, into a mouth of gold, tilting Mei’s chin closer toward him with a finger. The words first and last swim around in his mind in combination with kiss, not sure which comes first and which follows, whether together they form a promise, or an end.