His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, several faint scratch marks winding across the lines of his muscles—clear evidence that someone had lost control and gripped him there.
"Oh..." Toka gave a soft scoff, tapping the side of her cup with a fingertip. "Judging by the battlefield, you had a pretty wild night?"
Kageyama Sora paused while buttering his toast. When he looked up and met Toka's teasing gaze, he sighed helplessly. "Don't ask when you already know."
"How would I know?" Toka set down her coffee cup and leaned forward, the lace trim at her collar swaying gently with the movement. "Don't tell me you got scratched by a stray cat?" Deliberately extending a finger, she lightly poked the red mark at the side of Kageyama Sora's neck. "That bite mark looks rather delicate. Which young lady left it?"
The cool touch of her fingertip made Kageyama Sora shrink his neck back. He caught Toka's restless hand, his fingers brushing over the silver ring on her ring finger. "Just a friend."
"A friend can leave marks like these?" Toka raised a brow, her fingertip gliding over the more concealed scratches along his waist. "Looks like this friend was very passionate."
Kageyama Sora's breathing deepened slightly as he pinned down her misbehaving hand. "Don't fool around while we're eating."
"Scared?" Toka laughed even more brightly. As she pulled her hand back, she deliberately scraped her nail lightly across his palm. "I may not know all about your little affairs, but I know some of them. Koromo and I never tried to control you, did we... so why hide this?"
She leaned back in her chair and leisurely sipped her coffee. Sunlight filtered through the ends of her hair, scattering flecks of gold across her collarbone. "But seriously, those