Dedicated to the lovely Miss Ceolsige, who is made of awesome and win and crack
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Their lips are crushed together, a surprise to both of them, and it occurs to him, all too suddenly and all too late, that Ewan isn't a child anymore.

He supposes he should have realised it earlier, but for some reason, it just didn't click. He always knew Ewan was growing, maturing—(of course he did; Ewan was his student, after all. He knew Ewan better than anyone else)—but it didn't actually occur to him that Ewan had, indeed, grown up.

The kiss is brief, fleeting, and Ewan pulls back after only a few seconds, disappointed with the lack of response. There's a look in his eyes that Saleh can't quite read, but it only lasts a moment before disappearing, giving Saleh no chance to try and decipher it.

"Well," Ewan starts, folding his arms across his chest, looking Saleh straight in the eye (Saleh takes a moment to wonder when Ewan stopped having to look up to see eye-to-eye with him), "are you going to do anything? I'm not a kid anymore, Teach."

Saleh pauses a moment before responding, going over in his head how incredibly bad an idea this is, before closing the distance between them and pressing their lips together once again.