The next day at noon, inside the Dumpling Shop.
Yakushi Nonō sat by the window, her hands folded on her lap, her fingertips tightening slightly.
Her gaze still swept toward the door from time to time. Her heartbeat sped up whenever it opened, only to gradually settle again when the person she had been waiting for did not appear.
"Chiyo-kun... he'll come, right?"
She murmured softly, looking both nervous and expectant.
Golden strands of hair draped over her shoulders, making her profile appear even gentler.
Just then, the wind chime by the entrance rang again as a gust of wind blew in through the opening door.
Yakushi Nonō suddenly looked up, her eyes instantly locking onto the black haired youth who entered.
Chiyo wore a sharp black uniform, the loose hair over his forehead slightly messy, as though he had rushed all the way here.
His gaze swept across the shop.
He quickly spotted Nonō, and an apologetic smile curved at the corner of the mouth.
"Sorry. Something came up at the Guard Unit, so I'm late."
Chiyo walked over and sat across from her, his tone gentle.
Yakushi Nonō hurriedly shook her head, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"It's fine, Chiyo-kun. I just got here too."
She quietly pushed the tea that had long since gone cold to the side.
"Would Chiyo-kun like something to drink?"
Her voice was soft, unable to conceal her delight.
Chiyo did not answer immediately. Instead, he suddenly leaned forward.
The motion made Nonō's breathing catch. They were close enough to see the patterns in each other's pupils.
"Your eyes..."
Chiyo narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Have you been having trouble seeing things lately?"
Nonō's heart jolted.
The side effect of reading intelligence in dim environments for extended periods was a secret even her Medical Team