The next morning.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, spilling over the white but somewhat rumpled double bed in the bedroom.
Feeling the warmth of the sun, Mingyou woke from his dreams and instinctively turned his head.
The young woman who had spent a tender night with him had already woken at some point. Her butterfly-wing lashes fluttered slightly, a smile graced her face, and her bright eyes had been gazing gently at him all along.
Their eyes met, and only then did Mingyou notice their hands resting beside the pillow, fingers intertwined. It seemed they had never let go all night after falling asleep. Who would have thought that the two of them, still arguing last night, would cast aside all their frustrations and take the express elevator into adulthood?
The bedroom was so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeat. Perhaps because they had finally taken that step into adulthood, Akari looked even more beautiful in Mingyou's eyes—a little flower holding a proud strength, so dreamlike that he feared she might scatter at the lightest touch. Their bouquet of feelings for each other was about to overflow.
"Um... morning~"
Mingyou held those feelings in check and broke the silence first, greeting her with a smile.
Akari came back to her senses then, too. Her cheeks flushed as she pulled up the thin blanket to cover her private areas, leaving only her delicate, snowy-white collarbones exposed. Sitting up in bed, she pressed her lips together before answering.
"Uh... we should probably get up. The Masters Tournament opening ceremony is today. We agreed we'd go to bed early yesterday, but you insisted on going so late... anyway, you can't be late today."
"What do you mean, I insisted...?"
Wasn't I the one pinned underneath the whole time?!
Recalling what had