I saw Yayoi's ear. It was thin and pink, curled together- just an ear. But I'd never seen it before. It looked soft, and shimmered dimly.
I shouldn't have been looking. I had just finished my training for the day, and I was going to take a shower. Yayoi was in her underwear, brushing her hair out with a fine comb. It was the first time I ever saw her hair- it's white, silver- the moon had risen, and her hair was softly curling from the steam of the bath. Like moonlight gently falling in waves.
Her ear was a gentle curve, floating on the side of her head. The back of her neck, the side of her neck, soft traces of muscle under tan skin.
I shouldn't have been there. If I try to apologize, she'll probably beat me up.
…I want to see her ear again.