[ it is. It's not Makoto's first kiss entirely (her Juliet had unfortunately claimed that), but it's the first time someone's lips make something inside of her flutter. It's a little awkward at first; she's aware that her face has grown hot, and their lips aren't quite matched up, but he grants her enough time to adjust to it, enough to shift and bring their lips together in as soft a caress as he'd done it.
When she draws back, face still crimson, she feels uncharacteristically shy. ]
Ryota-kun... [ and she murmurs it, almost in wonder. ]
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When she draws back, face still crimson, she feels uncharacteristically shy. ]
Ryota-kun... [ and she murmurs it, almost in wonder. ]