PIXAI 1st Anniversary✨First Approach of 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The Distance Neither Wanted to Leave The air was so quiet that even time seemed unwilling to disturb them. Luka was still sitting on Gakupo’s lap, her hands resting helplessly on her skirt, her fingertips lightly gripping the soft fabric. She knew very well that she should stand up right away. She should pretend nothing had happened and move away. She should say, in her usual calm voice, “Excuse me.” But she didn’t. And neither did Gakupo. The hand he had placed at her waist had already loosened its strength, while his other hand remained braced against the side of the chair. He did not pull her closer, nor did he urge her to leave. He simply stayed there quietly, protecting her, as if he would keep holding this position for as long as she needed, shielding her from any distance that might make her panic again. Luka looked up at him. Her face was still flushed, and her heartbeat was still in disarray. But this time, she did not look away. Gakupo gazed at her, the smile in his eyes even gentler than before. It was not teasing, nor was it the kind of playful mischief meant to make her flustered. It was a gaze filled with something almost like tenderness and cherishing. “...You’re not going to tell me to get up?” Luka’s voice was very soft, as if she were afraid of breaking the silence of this moment. Gakupo paused slightly, then answered in a low voice. “If you want to get up, I won’t stop you.” “Then what if I... haven’t decided yet?” The moment she said it, even she froze. Those words did not sound like something she would usually say. They were too honest, too soft, as if she had accidentally revealed the wavering hidden deep inside her heart. Because of that, Gakupo’s gaze became even warmer. “Then I’ll wait until you decide.” Again. He was always like this, leaving the choice to her, yet using the gentlest way to make it even harder for her to leave. Luka’s fingertips tightened slightly, creating small creases in the fabric of her skirt. She lowered her eyes, then soon looked back up at him again, as if she had finally gathered a little courage. “You really are unfair.” “Yes.” Gakupo smiled softly. “I admit it.” “You admit it so easily?” “Because in front of you, it feels like there’s nothing I need to hide.” Luka’s heartbeat faltered again. The afternoon light fell across his hair, and also across her blushing cheeks. The distance between them was so close that if either of them moved forward just a little, their breaths would overlap even more clearly. But neither of them moved away. Luka did not stand up. Gakupo did not let her go. They simply remained in that position, too close, yet strangely comforting, as if one small movement might wake the feelings they had finally allowed to come near. After a long while, Luka finally spoke in a small voice. “...Just for a moment.” Gakupo looked at her. “What?” Luka’s ears turned even redder, and her voice became even softer. “Like this... just for a little while.” Gakupo did not expose how much reluctance was hidden inside her words, “just for a little while.” He only answered gently. “Alright.” And so, in the afternoon hall, neither of them moved away. They did not rush to say the word “love,” nor did they hurry to push these feelings any further. They simply allowed the distance between them to remain in this moment. To remain in Luka’s flushed yet no longer evasive gaze. To remain in Gakupo’s gentle and quiet patience. To remain in the answer that had not yet been spoken aloud, but had already been admitted by their heartbeats.