[Amamiya is enfolded without resistance into Mami's arms. When Mami had just stared at her she'd known that there was no chance. But, well, she'd already known that anyway. But that didn't mean it didn't sting. She pressed her face into Mami's shoulder and hugged back. She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't -- oh dammit, she's crying.]
Y-yes, I...I mean, I've never even liked a girl before, not like this...
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Y-yes, I...I mean, I've never even liked a girl before, not like this...