Jin leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest as he watched Yoru carefully. The smirk on his face was unmistakable—he was up to something. "So, Sumino-kun," he began, his tone light but teasing, "why don't you tell me about all the things that make Kawai-san so special?"
Yoru, who had just taken a sip of water, nearly choked. He coughed into his hand, his lavender eyes darting toward Rina, who was tidying up the counter with her usual quiet efficiency. "W-What do you mean?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly, tapping his finger on the table.
"Come on," Jin said, waving a hand in the air. "Don't play dumb. You obviously think the world of her. You told me just a few minutes ago. So spill. What makes her so amazing?"
Yoru's face turned a deep shade of red, and he fidgeted in his seat, avoiding Jin's gaze. "I… I don't know if I can put it into words," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
