Standing by the wall, Masashi Yukimura looked up in surprise and met his gaze.
He wore frameless glasses on his nose, held a pen between his fingers, and had several sheets of paper on the coffee table.
"……What are you doing?"
Willy's expression was indistinct, and Yukimura Masashi, though puzzled, answered his question.
"Because I'm away on missions, I'll fall behind in my studies... so I'm studying."
"Then why don't you go inside to study?"
Willie's tone wasn't good; he now saw everyone as a prisoner who had said those things.
However, Masashi Yukimura did not argue with him; instead, he softened his voice.
"I'm sorry, it's dark, and I'm worried that the light might disturb your sleep."
"What happened?"
His attitude was so gentle that Willy even felt a little embarrassed.
But coincidentally, the sound disappeared during that time.
Could it be...?
You have beautiful hands.
here we go again.
Vili's eyes widened.
"Whenever I see it, I want to hold your hand tightly, each finger pressed together without leaving a single gap."
"I want to kiss every finger of yours, let those hands touch my skin, and press your palms against my cheeks."
"I like you."
"I love you."
Willy's fingers curled up, and finally, in a fit of despair, he hid them in his sleeve, his jade-like ear tips tinged with a faint blush.
Nevertheless, he still bit his lower lip, staring intently at Yukimura Masashi in front of him, not missing a single change in the other's expression.
No matter how he looked at him, the indifferent boy in front of him remained the same as always, except for a few more concerns on his face, there was nothing unusual about him.
"..."
"How are you?"
Masashi Yukimura frowned slightly and moved closer to Vili.
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