[ Usually, Michiru would take her cue from Haruka. They flirted, yes, but it was always to a point- there was always a moment where they cut it off, right before the last moment-
But they're not. Haruka isn't stopping, and neither is Michiru; the thought of it at this exactly moment is almost too much to bear. So she just presses her hand into Haruka's arm, fingers gripping the fabric of her sleeve, tense but sincere. ]
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But they're not. Haruka isn't stopping, and neither is Michiru; the thought of it at this exactly moment is almost too much to bear. So she just presses her hand into Haruka's arm, fingers gripping the fabric of her sleeve, tense but sincere. ]