'Click.'
The door closed gently behind them.
"Give me your hand," Amamiya said, extending his right hand towards Kaguya.
For a moment, Kaguya stared, feeling a sense of déjà vu. The scene felt eerily familiar.
Ah, I remember now.
In the Snowstorm Villa, this same boy had stood before her, offering his hand in the exact same way, saying the same words.
"Hm."
Letting out a quiet breath, Kaguya maintained her composed expression, extending her own hand as if it were the most casual thing in the world.
Stay calm. Don't lose your cool.
We've held hands plenty of times in the game, so there's nothing to be nervous about.
But then—
"Hmm—!"
Her eyes widened instantly.
The moment their fingers touched, Kaguya felt a jolt—a surge of electricity rushing through her, sweeping over her entire body.
Wait... what is this?!
This is nothing like holding hands in the game!
Why is my heart suddenly racing?!
Panic began to creep in as Kaguya felt her pulse quicken, her head growing light and dizzy.
Why is this happening?
This isn't the first time. We held hands earlier today, in front of Chika and Umi no less! And I wasn't this nervous then...
Is it because we're alone now?
Keep steady. Calm down, idiot!
The room was so quiet that Kaguya became acutely aware of her accelerating heartbeat. The thought of it being loud enough to hear only made her more embarrassed.
I'm too nervous, and now I'm sweating...
Wait, what?!
Kaguya froze.
Sweating?
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she became aware of a damp sensation in her palm.
No, no, no, no, no…
A proper lady doesn't sweat!
At least, not on her hands. This is mortifying, no matter how you look at it!
In an instant, Kaguya made a snap decision. Taking a deep breath, she quickly pulled her hand away.
"What's wrong?" Amamiya asked, startled by her sudden movement, his expression one of confusion.
"It's nothing," Kaguya replied, hiding her hand behind her back and turning her face slightly away. In her calmest, most indifferent tone, she added, "My back just started to itch a little."
Amamiya raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.
"You've still got another hand, don't you?"
It wasn't like she needed both hands. If her back itched, why not just use the free one?
"My other hand can't reach it," Kaguya said, turning her head even further to avoid his gaze. Trying to divert attention, she quickly changed the subject. "...What happens if contact is broken during the copy-paste process?"
Amamiya sighed, opening the game panel. "The fate link would be severed, and we'd have to start over again."
"I see," Kaguya responded with a nod. "Let's continue, then."
She took a brief pause, ensuring her palms were dry this time, before extending her hand once more.
"Alright," she said, her voice steady. "Let's try again."
Amamiya took hold of Kaguya's soft hand once more.
This time, the electric jolt she'd felt earlier was absent, but her unease wasn't gone just yet.
'His hand is so warm…'
'With that much heat, won't it start sweating?'
'What should I do? What if it gets sweaty?'
As Kaguya's thoughts spiraled into concern again, a cool breeze swept in through the open window, lifting the curtains and tousling her hair and clothes, bringing with it a refreshing chill.
"Oh, I forgot to close the window," Amamiya remarked. Still holding Kaguya's hand, he guided her toward it.
Evening had quietly settled in.
The sky, heavy with the promise of rain, was dark and overcast. There was no sunset to be seen, and the air carried a somber calm.
"It's windy," Amamiya noted, gazing out. The wind rustled the branches and leaves of the cherry trees nearby, filling the air with a soft whispering sound.
Kaguya's pink lips pressed together as she stared out the window. The breeze sent a shiver through her, but the warmth radiating from Amamiya's hand in hers provided a comforting contrast. Unconsciously, she tightened her grip.
Outside, carp-shaped flags for Boys' Day flapped vigorously in the wind, their movements so lifelike they seemed to swim through the air. The sight was strangely satisfying.
The tradition of hanging carp flags dated back to the Edo period, carrying with it the hope that children would grow strong and resilient, like the carp who swim upstream. Yet in today's world, Kaguya thought grimly, Japan's class stratification was so entrenched that the idea of achieving success through effort alone seemed laughable—one might have better luck finding a rich patron at a nightclub.
Further down the street, children could be seen in the park, running with kites, their laughter bright and carefree.
A faint scent of orchid and musk drifted in with the wind. Amamiya turned to glance at Kaguya, whose hair and red bow danced in the breeze. Her eyes were drawn to the kites in the distance.
"You've never flown a kite before, have you?" Amamiya asked, breaking the silence.
"No, I haven't," Kaguya replied softly.
She could only recall her childhood as a time filled with studies. Words like 'play' and 'fun' were foreign concepts, completely absent from her memories.
Amamiya smiled. "Let's fly a kite tomorrow."
"Huh?"
She looked up at him, a little startled.
"It's too late today, and it's about to rain," he explained, his gaze shifting to the kites once more. "I happen to have one at home. When you come over tomorrow, we'll give it a try."
"I didn't say I wanted to fly a kite."
"Aren't you at least a little curious?"
"…"
Kaguya pressed her lips together in silence.
It was true that she'd seen people fly kites countless times, but had never tried it herself. Curiosity was there, certainly. But she had never been driven by a desire to participate.
Yet now, the thought of flying a kite for the first time seemed unexpectedly… appealing.
"Should I close the window?" Amamiya suddenly asked.
"There's no need," Kaguya replied quickly, snapping out of her thoughts. "Let the breeze blow for a bit longer. We can close it once it starts raining."
After all, if the window were closed, her hand might start sweating again.
A cool breeze was better than sweaty palms.
But within minutes, Kaguya regretted her decision.
"Ah—"
She abruptly raised her hand to her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Amamiya turned to her, concern in his voice.
"Something blew into my eye," Kaguya muttered, frowning as discomfort settled in.
She rubbed at her eyes, but the irritation only grew worse.
"Stop rubbing them," Amamiya advised, stepping closer. "Let me help. Want me to blow it out?"
Kaguya bit her lower lip in hesitation before nodding. "…Please."
Though Kaguya wasn't particularly short, there was still a noticeable height difference between her and Amamiya.
"Lift your head," Amamiya instructed. "I can't reach."
"You could just bend down!" Kaguya shot back, though she obediently tilted her face upward.
"Don't move."
With a steady hand, Amamiya gently parted her eyelids. Her wine-colored eyes were misty with irritation, a sharp contrast to her usual composed demeanor.
Without wasting time, he leaned in and blew a gentle breath into her eye.
A moment passed.
"How does it feel now?"
"I think…" Kaguya blinked, her voice soft, "It's better now."
"That's good."
Their eyes met.
Silence fell between them.
Kaguya blinked again, her expression blank, but slowly, her cheeks began to flush. In mere seconds, her face turned crimson, glowing like a ripe apple.
Amamiya suddenly realized how close they were.
Her flawless skin, the slight curl of her long lashes, the soft, cherry-blossom pink of her lips, and the barely visible white of her teeth—all of it was right in front of him. He could feel her warm breath, sweet and inviting, brushing against his face.
A dangerous thought crossed Amamiya's mind.
He wanted to do something… unthinkable.