Then Yukino's guess came true.
"Mm..."
She could still only make a vague sound.
As if she were struggling, yet also resigned to it.
And this time, she still didn't push Fushimi Makoto away.
At that moment, the cool, distant air she usually carried had long since vanished.
The perfect girl, composed and steady?
No.
Right now, she was just an ordinary girl who could get flustered and embarrassed.
Most importantly, in the second before Yukino closed her eyes this time, her gaze had grown a little hazy.
The only thing that still symbolized her reserve—or perhaps her pride—was that her hand remained pressed against Fushimi Makoto's chest.
It seemed that this feeble resistance was all that stood between her and the possibility of being "bullied" further.
Yes, Yukino thought he was bullying her.
Last time, too.
This time, too.
And every time he teased her, too.
How should she describe you best?
Yukino couldn't find an answer for now.
But during the second kiss, she was keenly aware that she truly hadn't resisted.
She'd even wanted to respond, but with no experience at all, she didn't know what to do.
After all, she was long past the phase of being engrossed in romance stories.
In her mind, dating was supposed to start with holding hands and going on dates.
The first kiss was the big moment.
Yet this jerk, Fushimi Makoto, had just skipped straight to it!
After an unknown amount of time, Fushimi Makoto finally let Yukino go.
Before he could say anything, Yukino sat up straight and raised a hand to fix her mussed bangs. Pressing her lips together, she said, "You went too far."
The exact same words as before.
A sign that she was so flustered she didn't know what else to say.
Fushimi Makoto