The evening was quiet. So quiet that Keita could hear his own breath, trembling softly. He was alone in his room, phone in hand. He had read that message from Yuzuki at least fifty times:
"I miss you so much..."
Not even a "good night," not a single emoji. Just those three words. And yet, he felt more in them than in any "I love you" ever spoken.
He closed his eyes. He could still feel the wetness from the last night they spent together. The scent of her skin. The warmth of her body. Too vivid. Too recent. He stretched out on the bed and brought his shirt up to his nose. It was the one he'd worn when... when he held her in his arms, both of them naked. And the scent was still there.
— Ah... Yuzuki...
His heart pounded hard. Shame flushed his cheeks, but he couldn't stop it. A deep desire crept through his chest, his stomach, his whole body. It felt like he was living in a dream. Or in a hanime. And yet, it was real. It was her.
And at that moment... his phone vibrated.
A new message:
"I still feel you on my skin... and I can't fall asleep."
Keita swallowed hard. He jumped up suddenly from the bed. He couldn't stay still. He couldn't just leave her like that.
He sent a single word:
"Coming."