Bitter, sour, wanting to cry.
Haruka Yuzan stared intently at the girl in front of him, not backing down in the slightest.
"Boring."
Chiba Shimizu spoke indifferently, finding the boy's childish trick rather meaningless.
"Seriously, don't your eyes even feel sore?"
Haruka Yuzan took a deep breath, looked away, and rubbed his eyes, tears of genuine emotion falling,
"Calling me boring, missy. It's more boring for a lady to run off to a boy's room in the middle of the night..."
Chiba Shimizu looked down at the boy from her lofty perch, with a gaze akin to that of a princess looking down upon ants, utterly devoid of emotion,
"I have something I want to talk to you about."
The girl's cool voice reached him,
Haruka Yuzan rubbed his eyes and looked up, seeing her delicate, impassive face which seemed to hold a hint of... spirit?
