For so reason, just quietly holding Utaha like this made Miyahito feel his heart overflowing with an indescribable happiness.
Every minute, every inch, every space was filled with the satisfaction and joy of a wish finally granted.
As if holding Utaha ant he held all the beauty in the world.
Lightly inhaling the faint, fresh scent from her hair, Miyahito unconsciously closed his eyes, burying his face in his girlfriend's soft neck. Then, like a playful puppy, his lips greedily enjoyed the touch of her delicate, snow-like skin.
"Don't do that....." A blush climbed Utaha's cheeks. Biting her lower lip lightly, she tightly gripped the clothes on his back. Suppressing the rising shyness, she spoke in a low voice near his ear: "It tickles, Miyahito."
"W-we're still on the street, you know."
After she spoke, Miyahito slowly lifted his head, smiling at her blushing face in his arms.
Noticing the love and a hint of mischief in his eyes, Utaha, feeling a mix of embarrassnt and anger, 'fiercely' glared at his grinning face. Then, still feeling unsatisfied, she lightly punched his chest.
"Ouch...."
Knowing full well she couldn't bring herself to hit him hard, Utaha looked at his overly dramatic, pitiful act and scoffed.
"Hmph."
Then, she turned and walked away, her pace fast with zero intention of waiting for him.
Seeing this, Miyahito instantly dropped his clumsy act and hurriedly chased after her.
"Utaha, wait for ."
"No."
Watching her walk faster, refusing to look back, Miyahito didn't hesitate. He reached out and grabbed her palm, smiling sheepishly. "Why the sudden anger? My fault, my fault."
"....."
Stopped by him, Utaha steadied herself, turned to face him, and looked up, silently eting his dark eyes.
Her cheeks were still flushed, and her wine-red eyes, shimring with a hint of moisture, clearly showed her inner turmoil.
Miyahito, who had also stopped, saw her looking at him silently. He slowly dropped his playful deanor, his expression turning serious as he looked back at her. His other hand instinctively reached out and took her other hand.
After a mont of silent eye contact.
"Miyahito."
Utaha's slightly trembling voice broke the silence between them.
"Mou, why do you always make so... so shy? You're so an."
Seeing his bewildered expression, Utaha lowered her head slightly. Her small, barely visible canine tooth lightly bit her lower lip, then she said: "It's just earlier... you..."
Although Utaha's words ca out fragnted and vague, Miyahito understood perfectly.
It turned out that during their embrace, his montary loss of control had made her uncomfortable.
"I'm sor..." The apology died on his lips as Utaha, who had silently let go, gently pressed a single index finger against them.
Flustered, he stared blankly at her, his gaze locked on the finger silencing him.
Gradually, under his intense stare, Utaha's wine-red eyes darted away in panic. Her voice grew unsteady as she murmured, "T-today is... our f-f-first day dating. L-let's... l-leave... th-those things... for l-later... o-okay...?"
Overwheld by shyness, she finished the sentence in a voice only she could hear, stuttering badly.
Before Miyahito could respond, Utaha, whose rationality had been completely defeated by embarrassnt, blushed furiously. She pushed him away as he instinctively leaned in to hug her again, and forced out a trembling, feigned-calm sentence:
"That's enough for today. I'm heading back... You should go pick up your parents soon, Miyahito."
With that, she kept her head down, gripping her bag straps tightly, and speed-walked toward her apartnt building, barely fifty ters away.
Miyahito was left standing alone, stunned.
"Eh?" Realizing what just happened, he reached out toward her retreating figure. "Utaha, wait—"
But she had already entered the building, her silhouette vanishing behind the closing elevator doors.
After a few seconds of blank staring.
"Ahh! Why can't I control myself?!"
Clutching his head with both hands, he groaned in frustration.
"Aragaki Miyahito! You useless pervert with your head in the gutter! Why couldn't you hold back?! And what were you just doing?!!"
"She's only in her first year of high school! Today is literally our first day as a couple!!! Aaaah!!"
Suddenly.
"Yes, your mother would like to know what you were just planning to do, Miyahito~"
The mont that familiar tone, familiar voice, and the accompanying familiar sound of wooden clogs echoed near the panicking Miyahito, his body instantly froze. Then, his neck turned like a rusty, poorly maintained robot: creak... creak...
The next second, two very familiar figures—whom he absolutely did not want to see here right now—slowly ca into his dark eyes.
"Mou, you really are sothing, Miyahito." Dressed in a light purple kimono embroidered with the family crest, Satomi rested her cheek on her hand, sighing playfully. "Though your father and I don't mind helping you raise kids..."
"Becoming grandparents in our thirties feels a bit fast, don't you think? Seiichiro and I aren't quite prepared yet."
With every word Satomi spoke, Miyahito's face turned an increasingly deep shade of red.
anwhile, Seiichiro, dressed in a sharp suit, watched his son's face turn crimson, steam practically whistling from his ears, his fists clenched and body trembling.
Instead of feeling sympathy, Seiichiro simply followed his wife's lead and added a finishing blow.
"Aragaki Miyahito, I distinctly rember emphasizing multiple tis when you ca to Tokyo for school: 'No impure relationships with the opposite sex.' Was I not clear?"
Ahhh! I really want to punch this couple of heartless parents.
Watching his parents deliver "critical hits" with a straight face while clearly enjoying the show...
(Yes, Father! Don't think your poker face hides it! Your eyes are overflowing with "malice"! Damn it!)
Gritting his teeth, Miyahito trembled for a few minutes before finally forcing out a sentence through clenched jaws.
"I... I was wrong."
"I-I-I'm sorry. P-p-please give ... o-o-one more chance."
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