Kazuma Mikura blushed as Koyomi Araragi cupped his face, thumbs smoothing over pink, tear-stained cheeks. He could hardly grasp at the words, all of them caught in his throat that seemed to tighten uncomfortably with every nervous passing second. Koyomi's calming gray eyes were all he needed, however, to lean forward, moist lips parted just ( Read more... )