Mizuki presses her palms against the sink when she finally gets her turn to change in the bathroom, and a short moment to breathe from the overwhelming shift in her life. She raises her gaze, staring at her reaction in the mirror until the small smile slowly grows onto her lips and curves into a large one.
Memories of the earlier events send butterflies going rampant in her stomach and she leans forward, face flushed scarlet.
"Oh lord, I've fallen for him," she squeaks, pressing her hand against her mouth. She parts her fingers and true to what Emilia had pointed out earlier, her lips are bruised.
"Oh lord," she huffs out again and slams her forehead against the sink hopelessly. She must've gone overboard earlier.
Several moments pass and she barely manages to recover the composure she lost.
