✋ her grip is soft and warm as she takes the other girl’s hand, pulling her gently beside her as she turns to look at the night sky before them. “the stars are beautiful tonight are they not?”
✋ to hold my muse’s hand / accepting
Ochako can feel how soft Momo’s skin is against her own as she’s lead forward for a better view of the night sky, a healthy flush growing on her cheeks, neck and shoulders. Equally matching the softness, Ochako can feel the strength in Momo’s hold; it makes her feel safe.
“Yes… they are, Momo-chan.” Giving a light squeeze of her hand, Ochako smiles brightly at the other girl and just… looks at her.
Momo is just as beautiful as the night sky littered with stars, if not even more so, right now.
“You’re just as p-pretty as the stars, too…”
In an act of bravery, Ochako leans up on her tip toes to press a gentle peck to Momo’s cheek.