They both break the kiss and look at each other, their breaths slightly uneven, eyes locked for a moment longer than usual.
"Wild kitty," Koharu says with a soft smirk, her gaze fixed on Sakura.
Sakura instantly gets shy, her confidence melting away as she lowers her eyes, unable to meet Koharu's gaze anymore. A faint blush spreads across her cheeks. Koharu notices it and slowly lowers the volume of the TV, the room growing quieter, more intimate.
She gently lifts Sakura's chin with her finger, making her look up again.
"First you get wild, then shy… hmm?" Koharu teases, her voice low and playful.
Sakura doesn't reply, but her expression gives everything away.
"You really know how to tame a wolf when it comes to play," Koharu adds softly.
Before Sakura can react, Koharu leans in again, holding her chin and pulling her into another kiss—this time a little more intense, yet still careful, as if she's trying to understand every reaction Sakura gives. When they part, Koharu's lips curve into a small smile.
"I always wanted to try something," she says, her tone lighter now.
She gets up from the bed and walks toward the refrigerator, leaving Sakura sitting there, still trying to calm her racing heart. Koharu takes out a chocolate bar and glances back at Sakura with a playful look in her eyes.
Sakura watches her, confused but curious.
Koharu melts the chocolate quickly and brings it back in a small bowl. Sitting beside Sakura again, she dips her finger into it and gently places a little on Sakura's lips.
For a second, Sakura freezes.
Koharu leans in and kisses her again, the moment soft but filled with a different kind of warmth now—playful, close, and a little overwhelming for Sakura.
Koharu pulls back slightly and looks at her, this time her eyes calmer, more sincere than before.
"Are you ready, sweetheart?" she asks quietly.
Sakura hesitates for just a second, then nods softly.
The room falls silent again except for the faint sound of the TV in the background. What follows isn't rushed—it's slow, filled with small laughs, shy pauses, and moments where both of them are just figuring each other out.
That night stretches longer than expected—
not because of anything dramatic,
but because neither of them wants it to end.
And in that small room, with soft light and quiet laughter, it becomes a night they both know they won't forget.