Even though the young man showed no expression, remaining as indifferent as ever, and their eyes didn't even exchange much contact… Nevertheless, as soon as her eyes met his, she felt a sense of guilt for violating morality, as if just one glance, just one glance, was doing something wrong to someone.
The stimulation was like a needle gently pricking Miyajima Tsubaki's heart; rather than pain, it was more like an itch, wanting to scratch but unable to reach, and a faint ache.
She felt as if a rash had broken out on her skin, and goosebumps stood up all over.
Miyajima Tsubaki instinctively lowered her head, as if to pass by the young man as a stranger.
"…That,"
When their shoulders truly brushed past each other, the young man, now behind her, suddenly turned around.
Just one call made Miyajima Tsubaki's head snap up.
At the same time, she got wet.
Her back.
"Miyajima-senpai and Ayaka-senpai went to take a bath together; they should be out soon," Hayato reminded her.
He went later, but boys bathe faster.
"…Hmm." Miyajima Tsubaki nodded, feigning a light laugh, "I know, Sakura just told me."
"Good, I thought you didn't know."
Perhaps because he was still biting the purple hair tie, Hayato's voice was a bit muffled: "Then, please do me a small favor."
"…Hmm?" Miyajima Tsubaki turned around. Although she didn't know what the favor was, she didn't want to complicate the relationship between him, herself, and Sakura again, so she instinctively wanted to refuse if possible.
But as soon as she turned her head, she saw the young man behind her with his lips curved upwards, calling out with a smile: "Sawamura Airiri… junior."
This name made Miyajima Tsubaki's delicate body tremble, and her chest heaved like waves.
Her face instantly turned pale, then flushed with a blood-like redness, her knees felt weak and soft, and her throat was so dry it felt hot.
Miyajima Tsubaki stepped back, her back already against the wall, her fingers frantically scratching at the wall a couple of times, though of course, she grasped nothing.
But as she stepped back, the young man's steps moved forward… that is, towards her, closing in.
Miyajima Tsubaki was not short, but Hayato was taller. With them in such positions, one in front and one behind, one above and one below, Miyajima Tsubaki was easily engulfed in the shadow of Hayato's body.
She looked up, her pupils trembling, her pearly teeth biting her lip: "You… don't call me that—"
It sounded like a threat, but her tone was more like a plea.
The young man narrowed his eyes:
"Sawamura-junior… You wouldn't think I forgot about this, would you?"
"…I." Miyajima Tsubaki's mouth was dry, and she could feel a moist, sticky heat in her nostrils when she breathed: "…I think it's better if we both forget about this."
"You lied to me," Hayato's eyes narrowed further: "And now you just want to let it go? Sawamura-junior, you really take things for granted."
"Don't, don't call me that name. If Sakura hears it…" Miyajima Tsubaki cautiously peered down the hallway. Fortunately, there weren't too many guests in the hallway in the early morning.
The young man was already in front of her, only five centimeters away from her heaving chest.
She could even smell the fragrant scent of the young man who had just come out of the bathroom. The more nervous Miyajima Tsubaki became, the more rapid her breathing, and the more she smelled, even her two small, delicate nostrils expanded by more than double. "Oh, Sawamura-junior doesn't want Miyajima-senpai to know about this?" the young man asked.
"Of course…" Moreover, for her daughter to be called "senpai" and the mother "junior" was truly too presumptuous. Miyajima Tsubaki's knees trembled even more violently.
"Then help me with something," Hayato said flatly.
"…Okay," Miyajima Tsubaki said, swallowing several times: "Let's go back to the room first."
"Alright," Hayato said.
The young man walked in front, and Miyajima Tsubaki walked behind.
Just looking at the back in front of her was enough to make her flustered and uneasy. Her hands covered her heart, listening to its restless beat.
…Uneasy…?
Hayato led the way out of the corridor. A full-length mirror was set up here. People who had just finished bathing in the hot springs needed to tidy up their appearance at any time, so there were mirrors like this everywhere in the inn.
Miyajima Tsubaki turned slightly and saw herself in the mirror.
…Shouldn't it be uneasiness?
Miyajima Tsubaki looked at herself in the mirror, her chest rising and falling… her cheeks flushed, all signs of "uneasiness"… But, the corners of her mouth were uncontrollably turned upwards, her nostrils flared to an unseemly size, her nostrils constantly fluttering, emitting faint "hiss-hiss" breathing sounds, and her watery eyes seemed to curve with pleasure, reflecting not fearful mist, but more like pink, bubbly hearts.
Was such an expression uneasiness?
…He still remembered.
Miyajima Tsubaki suddenly thought, he hadn't forgotten what happened between them before, he still remembered.
"…Hah… ha… ha…?"
Following behind Hayato, Miyajima Tsubaki continuously exhaled hot air.
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