Sumire felt her heartbeat increase at the thought. She shyly tugged on his shirt. "I feel like I am becoming silly. Do you like me that much, Yuhi?"
At those words, Yuhi pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. "Damn," Yuhi mumbled against her ear. "You must be doing this deliberately. Are you getting back at me for earlier? I thought you liked it."
"I-I did."
"Are you sure? I was too rough."
"There is n-no need to describe it," Sumire exclaimed. Just the mere mention of it makes her feel very embarrassed. How can Yuhi remain so composed while asking her that?
Composed? No that is wrong; she recalled his expression when they did that stuff. "Yuhi is also nervous?" She phrased it as a question, and for a moment, he was silent before nodding.
"Very nervous. What are you doing to me, Sumire?"
"Me?"
