[Mizuki's memories...]
Hinata bites her lower lip for permission and Mizuki parts her lips invitingly, allowing her not-friend-not-boyfriend to slip his tongue in. She lets out a groan of pleasure to which Hinata's tempted to smile and Mizuki's well-aware that he's not going to let her outlive this.
Realising her thoughts are going to remain jumbled and that there's no way in hell she can formulate thoughts in a situation like this, she relents and pushes him down against the mattress. Holding him down with a firm palm against his chest, she reigns control over their knotted tongues, saliva stringing off their lips when they finally separate.
"You're intense," Hinata teases and Mizuki's so close to falling apart again at the sight of his messy hair against the bed, the collar of his shirt dragged down till it now exposes his collarbone and coat thrown off his shoulders.
"I hate you for this," she groans, letting her fall against him.
[...]
