There's a lot of things that feel right that ought to be wrong. Like kissing an underclassman girl in the privacy of his bedroom, yet he pays those details no mind as his hands slip down from her face so he can wrap his arms around her and pull her tighter against him.

The kiss gains heat and momentum, Mamoru overcome by a myriad of emotions — joy, relief, and desire, to name a few — as he allows the kiss to progress. Like the last time he held her in his arms like this was just yesterday instead of thousands of years ago.