Princess Kira was afloat.
Not literally, but in a metaphysical way that even had her toes curling in disbelief.
She had been like that for nearly half an hour after officially going through a rite of passage.
Her first kiss.
And honestly, who could blame her when even D-29—who had references upon references—thought it was a cinematic masterpiece.
She could still remember the moment everything stilled.
The world seemed to pause in the exact second he leaned in. Not with the bravado of someone who knew exactly what he was doing, but with the earnest desire of someone who had thought about this moment far too many times but still couldn't quite believe it was happening even as their lips touched.
It was soft. Unexpected. Perfect in a way that made her heart forget how to beat for a brief, terrifying moment. The kind of kiss that people probably tried to write about.
