Every time the hands of the clock drew closer to the hour of parting, Neige and Laria felt the same bitterness rising inside them: "When will it be now?.. In a week? A month?.." — but neither voiced the question aloud, afraid of causing even more pain just by asking.
Oh dear, it's grown dark so quickly… I'll walk you home, don't be afraid!
Their dates always end in long embraces. Laria hides her face against his chest, clutches the fabric of his jacket tightly, and holds back the tears that sting her eyes treacherously.
The last thing she needs is to start crying now… No, no, no. He'll be upset too.
Neige, for his part, was afraid to show that he himself was barely holding on: his heart was pounding somewhere in his throat, and his arms around her trembled almost imperceptibly. He always kisses her gently on the top of her head when they say goodbye.
Good night, ma pétite coeur… text me when you get back to the dorm, all right?
Laria leaves, turning back just once, and notices something warm flickering in his smile — something very much like faith: that this isn't "goodbye," only "see you soon." That makes the girl feel a little lighter. After all, every separation turns the next meeting not just into a joy, but into a true miracle — their own little celebration. And as long as the phone screen glows in the night, as long as the short message arrives — "I'm back, love you" — as long as two hearts beat in unison, even from opposite ends of the island, everything will surely be alright with them🤍
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Today (March 31st) is the first anniversary of my yumeship with Neige LeBlanche! I hope that in the future I can tell a little more about them here, because I love them so much...
hehe, the silly story of their first kiss is below…
After classes, Laria returned to her room to find a dark‑furred bunny in a familiar beret sitting on her bed. It gazed at her with human eyes, filled with despair. Drawing on her modest linguistic skills, she pieced together what had happened (and wisely chose not to question why he was there in the first place).
"Chenya tried to help you relax after filming and accidentally overdid it with a spell while you were having tea?" she asked. The bunny gave a mournful nod, its long ears drooping. "And now he's looking for an antidote, while you… D‑don't worry. I'll help!"
The girl tried everything. The bunny obediently drank from the dropper, but nothing changed. Skimming her potions notes, Laria came across a footnote: a magical transformation might require "a catalyst of pure emotional nature—a true love's kiss—"
"No, no, no," Laria shook her head, feeling her cheeks flush. "That would be… that would be our first kiss! Not like this! I mean… I pictured it differently!"
The bunny nuzzled her palm apologetically.
"Well, no choice then…" she exhaled.
She picked him up, closed her eyes… But nothing happened. Her lips wouldn't obey. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
"I can't!" Laria groaned. "You're looking at me so… so humanly! It's embarrassing!"
So she simply hugged him, pressing him to her chest, and whispered:
"As cute as you are… No. I must, and I can. Otherwise, you'll stay this tiny forever!"
And quickly kissed him on the top of his head. A flash—and the next moment she was drowning in his real embrace, feeling his hands tremble.
"That was…" Neige touched his fingers to his lips, still in disbelief. "Our first kiss."
"That was a kiss with a bunny!" Laria hid her burning face in her hands. "I kissed a bunny! And it wasn't on the lips… it was on your forehead!"
"My forehead?" Neige laughed softly. "Even so, it was still a kiss to me. The most wonderful one of my life."
Laria only sniffled, hiding her face against his chest as he stroked her hair and laughed quietly: their first kiss hadn't been perfect, but it happened exactly the way it was supposed to…
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