"Utaha, do you know what a forehead kiss is?" Sogo Doma, the king of talking nonsense, was back in action.
Kasumigaoka Utaha blinked in confusion again. She'd heard of a hand-kiss, but what on earth was a forehead kiss?
"A forehead kiss, as the name suggests, actually originated as an expression of parental love for their children..."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: (ノ｀ー′)ノ~~┻━┻
What was that supposed to mean, parental love for their children? She wanted to seduce him, and he wanted to be her dad or something?
"In other words, kissing someone on the forehead..." Sogo Doma, the king of talking nonsense, carried on spinning his tale. But when he saw Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze fall on him again, his survival instinct kicked in. He spread his hands.
"All right, I can't keep this up. I did kiss your face. What are you gonna do about it?"
Was that really survival instinct? It was hard to say!
"So Sogo-kun is the type who sneaks a kiss when a girl's asleep? Ah, how scary..." Kasumigaoka Utaha said it was scary, but if she hadn't covered her mouth with her hand—well, she hadn't covered it completely anyway—the smile tugging at her lips would have been plain as day!
Sogo Doma gritted his teeth. Damn it, this Kasumigaoka girl was getting more and more brazen. Who'd given her the nerve? Didn't she know that when Sogo Doma got mad, even he was afraid of himself?
"Actually, I only kissed your face to get revenge, Utaha. You're the one who suddenly ambushed me that day and defiled my pure lips..." Come on, if this was a contest of who could hurt the other more, he wasn't afraid of her!
"Um?" Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't look hurt at all. Instead, she gazed at Sogo Doma with curiosity. "So that