After breakfast, I tried — miraculously — to escape from the catastrophic presence of Hana.
I threw myself onto the couch in the living room and let out a heavy sigh.
> "Another day... another attempt to survive myself."
But I forgot something crucial:
Hana doesn't let her prey escape that easily.
She slipped in with light steps, like a little cat chasing a shiny thing, and sat beside me... No, correction — she sat flush against me.
I stiffened immediately, my whole body snapping tight like a pulled wire.
"What do you usually watch on TV?" she asked, her head nudging closer against my shoulder.
I caught a whiff of her scent — soft, floral perfume mixed with girly soap.
> "God have mercy..."
"Anything. Movies. News. Anything that won't land me in jail," I muttered sarcastically.
She giggled softly... then — in one swift, fatal move —
she pulled her legs up and sat cross-legged on the couch, her knee brushing against my waist.
The contact was far from innocent.
I swallowed hard.
...
Trying to ignore the situation, I stretched my hand toward the remote to turn on the TV...
But — by some cursed miracle —
at the exact same time, she leaned forward to reach for the same remote.
The result?
Her small body pressed into my chest, her silky hair brushed my face, and the heat of her breath grazed my neck.
...
Time stopped.
My hand froze midair.
My breath caught in my chest.
Every single blood cell in my body migrated toward a catastrophic disaster.
...
"Ah, sorry!" she whispered, quickly pulling back in embarrassment.
But during the retreat,
she accidentally yanked her hand, throwing herself directly onto me.
My arm instinctively wrapped around her waist — slim and ridiculously warm.
Her body molded against mine, her face buried into my neck.
Heat. Shivers.
A full-blown ethical meltdown.
...
I could feel her trembling slightly.
I froze, completely motionless. Not a word. Not a breath. Just her shaky breathing in my ear.
After what felt like an eternal moment, she lifted her head and looked straight at me.
Her face was flushed deep red, her eyes sparkling with panic.
"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..." she whispered, voice trembling.
I couldn't stop a bitter smile from curling on my lips:
"If you're trying to kill me in a cute way... you're doing an amazing job."
She blushed even harder and lowered her eyes shyly.
> "Damn it... if this were a war, I would've surrendered ages ago."
...
She tried to get up, but in her panic — she accidentally pressed her hand exactly on a very dangerous part of my anatomy.
I almost ascended to the afterlife.
We both froze.
Dead silence.
The world stopped spinning.
A heavy moment passed...
Then she yanked her hand away, screaming in panic:
"IIII'M SORRRYYY!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!"
She bolted to her room, leaving me sprawled on the couch, paralyzed.
I covered my face with one hand and sighed deeply.
> "I'm doomed... officially."