"Yeah, it's a pity," Satoru murmured, his voice tinged with both regret and relief.
Yuki set down her wooden sword with a quiet clink against the wooden floor, her movements deliberate and measured.
She stood up slowly, smoothing out her clothes as she did.
With a calm demeanor, she began to walk toward Satoru, her footsteps light and almost soundless on the floorboards.
Seeing her approach, Satoru quickly shifted from his reclining position, pushing himself up to sit properly.
His muscles protested the sudden movement, but he ignored the pain, more concerned with the fact that
Yuki was coming over. His heart rate picked up, and he felt an inexplicable nervousness settle over him.
Yuki, however, appeared completely at ease.
Without hesitation, she sat down beside him on the sofa, her proximity close enough that he could feel the warmth of her presence, yet not uncomfortably so.
