N-no it's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. I . . . I should have realized it sooner and told her before then that I really value her as a friend but that there was someone else. That I really liked you.
[Makoto felt even more idiotic about it looking back because she had cried into Vira-Lorr's lap when she'd been rejected by David, and Vira-Lorr had helped her recover when she came back to life waiting on Atsushi and Usagi.]
I don't want to hurt anyone, and I want to be happy, I want to be with you and for both of us to be together.
[It feels strange again to hear her say that. Being together with someone. Wanted. It's so foreign a concept and he still has trouble believing it's allowed. Yet he smiles shyly at her words. When imagining a world where Makoto instead pursued this other person, his feelings become more clear to him.]
If you'd wanted someone else... I think I'd be happy that you were happy, Makoto-chan. M-Maybe that's strange of me to think? But I'm sure that other person feels the same. If you're happy, they'll be happy too, so um... [He gently takes her hands, nervous. Unsure of what words are 'right' and how a proper boyfriend should respond.] ... Let's dry your hair. You'll catch a cold.
[If you're happy, they'll be happy too. Was it really that simple? Would it be what made Atsushi happy as well, if she was happy? For a moment she stands there, her hands being held in his, thinking bout it. If Reaper was right and she would wind up ruining it, it would be because she was expecting to right? Atsushi had said that he was happy, which lifted a large part of the weight from her chest, but that her happiness might help to restore the other's happiness as well. She'd been kind of childish hadn't she?
Leaning in Makoto kissed Atsushi, holding onto his hands tight. She didn't care about her hair right then, and she wasn't worried about catching a cold.]
[Replaying his words in his head, Atsushi wonders if he's messed up. Maybe he is wrong to think that way after all? And then changing the topic to her hair... That was pretty stupid of him. But before his self hatred can begin its usual cycle, Makoto has leaned in to kiss him. Atsushi closes his eyes to lightly return the kiss. There's a lot that he's still unsure about, but he has learned that kissing Makoto makes him happy. It's as grounding as her hands in his.
He barely pulls back when speaking again, smile becoming shy once more.]
... I can't cure a cold with kisses, you know. [His tone isn't scolding, but instead carries a tone of fondness.]
[Makoto just lingered there, in no hurry to move or pull further away. She leans her forehead against his smiling gently, Atsushi made her happy, and right now he made her feel like she was alright. She did feel anxious or worried anymore, though the thoughts did still linger a little. His reassurement though had done a lot to help silence them a bit, and to put her a bit more at ease.]
They make me feel better. And if not I'd still have you to take care of me.
[It started to dawn on her though she had said that she loved him, and he'd said it back in his own way. Her hands squeezed his lightly as she finally pulled away enough that she could look into his eyes.]
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[Makoto felt even more idiotic about it looking back because she had cried into Vira-Lorr's lap when she'd been rejected by David, and Vira-Lorr had helped her recover when she came back to life waiting on Atsushi and Usagi.]
I don't want to hurt anyone, and I want to be happy, I want to be with you and for both of us to be together.
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If you'd wanted someone else... I think I'd be happy that you were happy, Makoto-chan. M-Maybe that's strange of me to think? But I'm sure that other person feels the same. If you're happy, they'll be happy too, so um... [He gently takes her hands, nervous. Unsure of what words are 'right' and how a proper boyfriend should respond.] ... Let's dry your hair. You'll catch a cold.
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Leaning in Makoto kissed Atsushi, holding onto his hands tight. She didn't care about her hair right then, and she wasn't worried about catching a cold.]
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He barely pulls back when speaking again, smile becoming shy once more.]
... I can't cure a cold with kisses, you know. [His tone isn't scolding, but instead carries a tone of fondness.]
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They make me feel better. And if not I'd still have you to take care of me.
[It started to dawn on her though she had said that she loved him, and he'd said it back in his own way. Her hands squeezed his lightly as she finally pulled away enough that she could look into his eyes.]
You make everything better.