#((MAKOTO COMING IN LIKE A SMOOTH CRIMINAL AND BEING THE SMOOTHEST MOTHERFUCKER EVER!!!

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Makoto gets on one knee and gently kisses Aigis' hand

"...huh?"

The maiden detected Makoto's approaching figure long before she comprehended his next course of action. Long, tedious school days meant an early evening arrival for their leader, as Aigis came to observe over the course of several weeks. A long walk home, a brief greeting towards his other friends in the lobby, and immediately he whisked himself out of sight. This routine remained constant, except for the very moment the azure Fool halted his stroll. And paused right in front of her.

A difference. A contradiction in his habitual behavior. What coerced him into breaking the pattern?

Confusion became the central feeling, and it only worsened as Makoto took a knee to the floor. "...Makoto? What is it..." Her head titled to one side, blue eyes curiously yet eagerly awaiting his next move. Their intense gaze never broke, not even as he took her hand into his own. They kept looking at each other. Aigis held a perplexed stare, while Makoto's appeared to hold more adoration and fondness. She couldn't look away now. She didn't want to break their focused concentration. Gosh, if she was capable of breathing it'd be quite difficult to exhale at this moment.

Was that what they call 'waiting with baited breath'?

And it happened. A tender kiss upon the back of her hand. Their gaze remained intact, and Aigis kept her hand loosely held in Makoto's palm. What was the purpose of such a display? Why did he decide to perform an intimate gesture in this fashion? These inquires flooded her databanks, trying to answer each individual question on their own without leading itself into a meltdown.

Yet outwardly?

The maiden felt a rush of heat flood up to her cheeks.

"....uh...ah..." Words failed her, and instead of providing any reassurance towards Makoto's gesture she found herself covering her mouth with her free hand. Even briefly breaking eye contact with him. Did she feel embarrassed? Or was it something else?

"...is there...a reason...for this?"