Yoru and Rina began walking toward the bench where the others were seated. The atmosphere was light, but an underlying sense of tension hung in the air, especially as Rina clung to Yoru's hand, not wanting to let go. Her possessiveness was subtle but obvious to anyone paying attention.
Just as they were about to reach the bench, Sayuri suddenly stepped forward, her golden, Guinea pig-like eyes sparkling mischievously. Without warning, she grabbed onto Yoru's arm with both hands, pressing herself against him in an overly affectionate manner. "Yokun~" she purred playfully, holding onto his arm like she was staking a claim. "Why don't you sit here next to me?"
Yoru stiffened, his expression deadpan. "Sayuri… what are you doing?"
