After Sumire left to send Nagawa off, Yuhi silently remained in the same spot in a daze for a while before he rushed to the front.
Upon lighting his cigarette, he took a few puffs before his gaze landed on the scene. In a split second, his eyes darkened as he clenched his fist and punched the wall beside him, leaving a rather large crack. Instantly his fists turned red as the blood began to flow.
Nagawa had leaned down, so he was close enough for their foreheads to touch. "You will answer my calls, right?"
Sumire laughed awkwardly. "Uh, you are way too straightforward now."
"I thought you liked that."
The truth is Sumire; he has no confidence in himself. Even though he trusted in her feelings for him, Yuhi understood that the situation could change at any time, not because of Sumire but because of the other person.
