[Even in the diary, they've danced around honest, raw feelings. Wataru has come so much closer than Eichi to outright admitting all, but he's fine with the dance if it's a necessity. However, if it's not? Then let it die. Let them feel the warmth and bitterness of the truth, whatever it may bring.
He dances along behind Eichi, light on his feet, never releasing his hand, until they come to the open field and the balloon awaits. A gasp of delight from Wataru, and he releases Eichi's hand, ready to sprint over to the basket. But Eichi stops him, ever so gently, and kisses him in a way Wataru can't describe, but will always remember. No matter what comes after this, that kiss will remain with him.
A breathless look at Eichi, then he begins to drag him over to the balloon.]
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He dances along behind Eichi, light on his feet, never releasing his hand, until they come to the open field and the balloon awaits. A gasp of delight from Wataru, and he releases Eichi's hand, ready to sprint over to the basket. But Eichi stops him, ever so gently, and kisses him in a way Wataru can't describe, but will always remember. No matter what comes after this, that kiss will remain with him.
A breathless look at Eichi, then he begins to drag him over to the balloon.]
I know how to fly it! We'll be alone?