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Yuuta sighed tiredly as he watched Rikka sleep. Rikka had told him that she had just gone through an exhausting battle against the priestess, as in an argument had sparked with her and her sister.

Rikka had called him to come see her and when he did, she had promptly went under the covers, and revealed everything to him and how she had sustained many injuries in the "battle." She used the "injuries" as an excuse to immediately fall asleep and before he could protest and ask exactly why she had asked for him to come, she had already fallen asleep and gone to her dreamland of finally defeating the priestess.

And now here he was sighing tiredly and watching Rikka as she peacefully slept and how he was being deprived from his own sleep. Since she was asleep and he had nothing else to do, he watched her. He couldn't help but notice that the moon reflecting on her skin and midnight colored hair made her look ethereal. He blushed and scolded himself for having thoughts like that. Although they were dating, it still did make him sound like a pervert.

He continued to sleepily stare at her peaceful face until suddenly her eyebrows twitched and her nose scrunched up as she stirred.

He didn't even see it coming.

One moment she was asleep and the next she had taken his face into her hands and was kissing him. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed when he felt her warm and plump lips on his dry and chapped lips. His whole body was rigid as she kissed him, not once moving their lips. After kissing him, she immediately hid under the covers to hide her blushing face.

"Yuuta… You can go now… Thank you for looking after me and making me feel better," Rikka had whispered in such a low voice that he had barely heard her. It didn't help that her voice was muffled since she was under the blanket.

Yuuta had dazedly nodded and got up to leave. He said goodbye and bewilderedly left. When he had finally gotten to his room, he closed the door and rested his body against the hard wooden door. He shakily brought his hand up to his lips to touch it and a smile spread across his lips as he remembered the pressure of her lips on his.

At the same time he had touched his lips, Rikka had also touched her lips and gleefully smiled.