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Cherry:
"I didn't leave for my own reasons. Not in the way I wanted to."

Best to tell him now over never. She took his hand when it came close, and gently pushed it toward her own cheek. Trying to find some solace in it, having missed the feeling.

"I fell into a coma the day I was supposed to leave. I was sent to Mount Fuji to be isolated from others, save a few doctors, as I got my training. I don't believe father would have mentioned this..."

... Yugure regretted even mentioning it actually. Did it even matter? Her own reasons or not, the fact remains that she was still gone. Eye contact brought fear into heart, firmly believing the cause was being a living mess. Hearing him apologize just confused her. As she stated before, if she didn't deserve this, why did it happen? A deep, shaky sigh escaped her lips.

"I still love you... Of course I'll have you... I should be asking you if you'll have me..."

Hope:
Isabella sat along outside, a few dudes were fist fighting. Pretty cool. She assumed that Haruka was either dead or crying. Actually she just went straight up to the assumption that they were already over it and making out, but either way, good for them. She got really bored and decided to Cardfight a few times, the usualy daily practice. Duos as they were now felt connected to her in full, especially Meer who's break ride skill put the offensive and defensive advantage that the deck needed forward.

Mi-hime didn't want to tell her issue with the disease, but that made her think about it even more. The fact that Mi-hime refused to tell, means that there was something that she knew. Hana sighed as it was her desire to keep Mi-hime comfortable and free to say as she wishes while also being able to help her. There's that small conflict.

After playing a few fights, she continued back to more daydreaming and coversating with quartet of cute mascots.

Jello:
The moment his hand finally laid against her cheek his heart pulse had finally come back to normal. He had been so nervous, so afraid, so anxious she would reject his feelings because of his dumb selfish act.

Haruka simply moved in closer. He listened. He understood. With a nod, he simply allowed his eyes to hone in on her. He wasn't going to do anything anyways, but having his attention set on her was good. She needed to know he was listening because misunderstandings now were not an option.

"Coma... I guess I wouldn't have been told anyways then. Keep my mind in tact haha... Your old man is kind enough to do me that favor then." Haruka was actually terrified for her sake. He didn't know if she was still okay, but the topic was something he decided lingering on it would only make this unfathomably distressing.

He leaned in, his hand remaining on her face, and that was fine. Whatever she needed to keep herself organized, since she seemed to be even worse off than he was right now. He tilted his head, as a very small smile rose to his face. Did she even have to ask?

"I'll always have you. You're welcome with me." He nodded, emphasizing his point.

She seemed to be nearly shaking. Haruka had actually not noticed she was in this state until just now, too busy wandering around the vast planes of her eyes. He  took her in his arms. It was the normal to do this with couples, right? Embracing? Except Haruka was perhaps holding her a bit too tight. He just didn't want to lose her again. He really, really...

"I don't want to lose you like that again."

Cherry:
Sort of lost, she stared into his eyes as if starring into space. Why did he love a woman who simply embodied failure and always wound up thinking of herself? Why was she even angry at him when she's the awful one? Yugure just wanted to be so mad and relieve the stress of the rage, but when an opportunity came to take it out on him, the emotion didn't rise. It was stagnant - strangled even if she had to describe it. All that was really desired was for Haruka to not be dissatisfied with her; for him to want her more than someone else.

Yugure wanted to truly be good enough.

His gaze and gentle caress from hand seemed to be telling her she was... at least, she hoped that's what was being conveyed. That Haruka loved her, and he wasn't tired of her.

Haruka had pulled the shaking girl in for a hug. It was a tight squeeze, yet a welcoming one. Yugure buried her face in his shoulder, clinging onto him.

"Please don't leave me..."

Jello:
She was frail. Despite her being a strong soldier, and somebody Haruka had relied on for his own safety as well, she was frail. The anger that was originally present when he arrived had all dissipated. He doesn't know what it was that turned her mood, and whether or not it made sense... well Haruka didn't care anymore. What he cared about was that she loved him back and didn't intend to just give up on him. She might have been better off leaving the nuisance of a boy behind, but he was so so so glad she didn't.

Her face landed in the crevice of his shoulder and neck, nestled in tight. The petting began, like normal. This became a sort of occurrence with the two now. Despite the cool of her cheek, the rest of her body remained warm within his tight embrace. He kissed the top of her head, letting time stop. He didn't resist her, not even a little bit.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

...

He put little pecks on the edge of her ear and her cheek too, slowly pulling away a bit until her lips were his target.

Haruka came to remember something Yukino did in the park with his bottom lip.

Once he had a hold of her, he let his actions do the talking. A long kiss, mimicking what she had done to him in the park then, sucking and biting. Slowly at first, not letting her go like he had tried to do back then. The only thing running through his head was, er.

Nothing, actually. It sort of went blank after the word "soft" came to mind.

The saliva came after pulling away. It was strange because he wasn't exactly sure if he found it appealing to do that or kind of messy. Both, he supposed.

"I won't leave." He added, wiping his the thread that was produced off his lip. He nodded, taking her hand, hoping to finally leave the dirty slum base. A makeout session was cool and all but it felt weird standing in a place he could have identified as a jail cell before.

"Er, I think Hana had something to say to you actually... She came with me, but didn't really say much after we left the park." He scratched the back of his head, blush somewhat rising. The feeling of the kiss started replaying in his head.

He decided he liked it, messy or not.

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