"Huff~! Huff~!"
Emilia's breathing was shallow as she lay sprawled on the edge of the sofa, her face flushed and glistening with a thin layer of sweat.
I handed her a glass of water, watching as she shot me a half-hearted glare, clearly still recovering from the intensity of the spell.
"You were too intense, Senior…" she muttered, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to catch her breath.
Her cheeks were a deep shade of pink, and tiny beads of sweat traced down her face, giving her an almost feverish look.
Despite her glare, there was a softness in her gaze that hinted she wasn't truly angry
I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly.
"Sorry…" grabbing a cloth to help wipe away some of the sweat that clung to her skin. Her eyes narrowed at my apology, clearly unimpressed, but she didn't say more.
Instead, she made a small, adorable "hmph!" and turned her head away, still catching her breath.
