The rest of the world might as well not exist anymore. Her view has narrowed in until it's just the two of them, the only sound being their breathing and the sound of his hips meeting hers'. She digs in more, responding positively to the little show of affection with a whimper.

Between the moonlacing amping everything up and her own neediness, she doesn't think she's going to last too much longer here. The sensations are all overwhelming and overlapping, mingling together and making her dizzy. She pulls her hand away to hide her face against his shoulder instead, her breath hitching.

When, at length, she feels her orgasm approaching, she opens her mouth to say--something. Warn him? She doesn't know, because she doesn't really get the chance. Her breath hitches in a whine as it hits her and, in an attempt to stifle herself from crying out too loudly, Mikan does the next best thing: She sinks her teeth into Dazai's bare shoulder until she's tasting blood on her lips.