Furuya walks her all the way back to her dorm room, hands shoved in his pockets and pink dusting his cheeks. There's an air of misery about him, and Miyuki isn't really sure why. It had started off awkward, but that was bound to happen given that they didn't really know anything about each other outside of baseball. Not to mention that neither of them are particularly outgoing. But honestly, Miyuki thinks he should be happy. She'd let him buy her ice cream and hold her hand for a while, so what more could he possibly want?
He doesn't really fidget, but there's still awkwardness exuding from him. She rolls her eyes, annoyed that he's still here and annoyed with herself for the soft, mushy fondness blooming in her chest. She drops a hand on his shoulder and pushes up on the balls of her feet to brush a kiss across his cheek.
"Thanks," she bites out, even though the word tastes sour on her tongue. He should thank her for agreeing to go on a date with him in the first place.
"Senpai," he murmurs, ducking his head as the pink on his cheeks darkens to red. "Will you go out with me again?"
She pats his shoulder firmly and steps backwards toward her door. He's lucky he's cute, asking something that presumptuous.
"Come back after you win the next game and we'll see, hmm?"