(WARNING: NSFW)

Before her lips touched his, he pulled his head back. He was spitefully agile. The warmth in her lips scattered without being transferred. He was making an expression like that of a frightened child.

“What are you so afraid of?”

He seemed to have a lot to say but had no intention of saying anything. His sealed lips would probably not budge through normal methods.

“Are you really not going to say anything?”

Alright – she said before taking her hand off his cheek. He stroked down his cheek with his palm and stood up. Even though the night was breezy enough that there was no need for air conditioning, his forehead was drenched with sweat.

“I don’t know why you are doing this, but it’s a misunderstanding. I just put the autograph there in hopes that you’d do well. Not as a lover but as a friend.”

The words that came out of his lips, as she had expected, sounded like excuses. His voice tone was all over the place, and his eyes moved around chaotically like a fly with just one wing. He, who liked using gestures while speaking, had his hands clenched into fists and stuck to his thighs. This meant that he was really nervous. Just what was driving him to a corner? What was the reason that the man who seemed like he could enjoy a holiday in the middle of a storm was so flustered? She couldn’t even imagine.

He started uttering various things...