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Kuzuryuu had to take a few steps back when the lid to Peko’s capsule suddenly shot open without warning. It took several seconds for him to even process what was happening, and his heart hammered in his chest like it was trying to rip it open. “H-Huh?” he stuttered, blinking. Just seconds ago, he had been leaning over her comatose body, tears falling onto the lid protecting her like the wildest of hurricanes.
A pale hand gripped the side of the capsule, and then Peko hoisted herself straight up, using whatever strength she had. At first, Kuzuryuu didn’t know what to do. Everything seemed so unreal. The idea of this very moment happening had been occupying his mind every second of every passing day for the last two months now, and now that it was actually happening, he felt as though every scenario he had played out in his head just suddenly vanished. He found himself stunned to the floor, not knowing what to do.
Peko turned her head towards him, her blood red eyes slightly covered by tangled locks of her gray falling over her face. Her hair had grown considerably, and it was a complete mess. She squinted her eyes, trying to make out the shape of the boy in front of her. Without her glasses, seeing was a rather difficult task.
"Y… Young… Master?" she uttered.
Kuzuryuu felt tears welling up as his eyes watched the girl he had been waiting on for months, the girl he had always wanted to have by his side. “Peko…” he whispered back to her. This was really happening. Peko was here, alive. It was if life itself gave them a second chance, something far too kind to happen to someone like Kuzuryuu. As he watched his swordswoman and dearest friend, he couldn’t think of what to do. So he acted on instinct.
"Peko!" he cried out. Kuzuryuu knelt in front of the capsule and grabbed the stunned girl by her shoulders, pressing his lips against hers. His mind didn’t even register the boldness of his actions and the fact that he was actually kissing her, until about ten seconds later. His body was about to automatically jerk away from her out of embarrassment and realization, but the feeling of Peko’s hands winding their way around his back caused him to freeze. She returned the kiss with full force, pressing herself against her one and only Young Master, the boy who was the most precious person to her in the whole world.
It felt like an eternity before they pulled away from each other. When they did, they just gazed into each other’s eyes, searching for words.
"Young Master, I…"
"Peko," interrupted Kuzuryuu. "Please. Don’t ever leave me again."
That time, it was Peko who kissed him.