Yuhi knew Sumire was annoyed when she slammed the bathroom door shut and said she would shower alone.
It took him all his strength not to go in there after her.
For the past few hours since Sano and Atsuro left, Yuhi couldn't help but cling to her. He would not let her go even for a moment. When she finally slipped away, she said something along the lines of personal space.
He gets it, and he was annoying.
Yuhi traced the girl's sketchpad, thinking. Sumire draws and paints very well. He wants to take her to France and study there. But she has a career here. A job that barely took off before that accident happened.
His thoughts broke off when Sumire re-emerged from the bathroom. Her hair wet and towel in hand. "So, do I have the honors of drying your hair?"
Sumire sighed and walked over to him. She looked bothered by something from the creases on her eyebrows.
