Shingyouji sat in the plush cushions of the lobby couch – but he wasn't sitting calmly. He fidgeted and squirmed, hands wrangling over each other, his lips biting and biting each other.
Could he really do this? God, he was nervous. It wasn't like confessing to Arata – he actually had to prepare for this. Find the right words, look the right way – everything had to be perfect.
Hayama-san approached him, smiling with that cheerful aura. "Shingyouji-san, what is it you needed?"
Shingyouji rubbed his hands together. After five or six rubs, it seemed he was ready to turn to Hayama. "Hayama-san, I…me and Arata-san…we've sort of – "
"Oh…Shingyouji-kun, you don't need to worry. I'm sure Misu-kun is yours – all you could ever want. I'm sure he'll make up for whatever time you've missed."
Shingyouji would only blink, looking away. "It's not that. It's just that…lately I…" Shingyouji turned his head back up. His eyes roamed all over Hayama. The nervous butterflies in his stomach rose up and it manifested in him biting his lip.
Suddenly, his lips were hard-pressed Hayama's. He was kissing Hayama Takumi.
It was short – the dropage of folders and the noise it made. But it was noticeable enough for Shingyouji to pull back and look at Gii and Misu.