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There was no room for hesitation. Not this time. Mako cupped Ayaka's cold cheeks in her trembling hands. When their lips met, it wasn't a simple peck—the kind shared in hallways between classes. This was deeper. Slower.

Mako felt Ayaka's mouth part slightly, a silent invitation. She responded instinctively, her tongue brushing against Ayaka's lower lip before meeting hers. The rain became a muffled drum, the only witness to the soft, wet sounds of two hearts learning a new language. Oda Mako- Mutou Ayaka - First French Kisses In ...

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Ayaka laughed—a warm, broken sound. There was no room for hesitation

The rain fell in soft, silver sheets over the back of the old school library. It was the kind of spring shower that blurred the edges of the world, leaving only the two of them in focus. When their lips met, it wasn't a simple

The first French kiss is not about technique. It is about the quiet terror of being known.

Mako smiled, resting her forehead against Ayaka's. "That's just my first time."

Ayaka, usually so bold and teasing, looked uncharacteristically shy. "So warm them up."