His lips parted slightly, unable to form words.
Jealous? Hiyori… was jealous?
The idea seemed surreal. This was Ichinose Hiyori—dignified, beautiful, always calm and composed. And she was standing in front of him, cheeks flushed, eyes lowered, voice fragile, admitting that she felt something akin to possessiveness… over him.
"That's why I did something so stupid," she continued, her hands curling into fists by her sides. "I thought… maybe if I showed you something that Himeno-san hadn't… then maybe you'd forget her. Even for a moment."
Kouhei looked at her, his breath hitching in his throat. His heart thudded against his ribs, loud and fast. She wasn't playing around. She wasn't teasing anymore.
"Ichinose-san…" he said softly, but his voice trailed off. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to say the wrong thing.
Her eyes slowly lifted to meet his, wide and glistening, her expression conflicted. "You probably think I'm disgusting now… don't you?"
