[One Hour Later – Rina & Yoru, After the Intimacy]
The room was still.
Rina lay draped over Yoru, her bare leg thrown over his, her arms loosely curled against his chest. Her hair was messy, sticking to her cheek and neck, and her cheeks were still tinged pink.
Yoru's arm was wrapped around her waist, fingers lazily tracing circles into her skin. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, a small grin forming on his lips.
Then he broke the silence, voice low and teasing.
"You know…" he began, dragging the words just enough to make her wary, "you were saying some very interesting things back there, Rinchan."
Her breath caught.
"…Y-Yokun…"
"Oh no no," he smirked, turning to look at her, nose brushing her temple. "Don't play innocent. Don't you dare pretend you didn't beg me to—"
"Y-YOKUN!" she squeaked, shoving her face into his chest before he could finish.
He laughed, full and shameless, arms tightening around her.
