"So tell me again, Natsume," he coaxed her.
She sighed, pulling up her legs to her chest, wrapped one arm around her shins, and pulled up a handful of grass. "I don't like it when Asano fawns over every other girl he sees. When he searches so desperately like that...it makes me nervous, and sad."
"Why is that, Natsume?" Mizuiro responded, repeating his questions again.
Kisa held back a grumble: she appreciated that Kojima was willing to listen and talk to her about something even she herself had trouble admitting, but this incessant repetition made her uncomfortable.
"I don't understand why he yearns for someone so much, when I've been trying to get his attention for so long. And everytime..." she releases a sad chuckle, "everytime he finds another girl to fixate his mind on, I get worried that she might fixate right back."
The two were silent for a moment, and the wind breathed upon the hill softly. Finally, Mizuiro spoke, quite loudly.
"Did you hear that enough times?"
Natsume turned her head, and looked at him with confusion. "I don't understand."
"I do," another recognizable voice replied. Both teens under the tree peered at the general direction of the sound. Mizuiro had a small smirk on his face as his friend Kiego came into view.
Kisa, who was usually a shy girl, was not shocked at his presence. Rather, she looked at Kojima with a glance that clearly stated, "I-had-a-feeling-you-were-going-to-do-this."
He merely shrugged and laid down on the grass, tucking his hands behind his head and closing his eyes. "I won't look, but don't be too loud."
Both Natsume and Asano blushed. She felt the heat permeate throughout the air as he came closer and seated himself beside her. She didn't know whether to squeal, shriek, or faint when his fingers glided over her free hand.
"Gomen. I didn't ever know," he whispered, gripping her hand strongly.
"Sumimasen, I didn't ever let you know," she responded.
"It's alright, Kisa. I'm an idiot, so that's expected of me: to not know things I should."
"Don't say that, Kiego."
They sat for a while in the quiet, partially from embarrassment of being in such close proximity to each other, and partially from Mizuiro's last comment.
"Kisa?" he asked her suddenly.
"Hai?"
"Can I kiss you?"
"Quietly," she replied, smiling. He took the hand that did not hold on to hers and moved smoothly onto her cheek. He paused for a moment, obviously nervous, but swallowed deeply and tenderly pressed his lips upon hers.