She was in love with Terashima Yuhi for so long that other guys did not register in her head. It's not like she was oblivious to their feelings, but it did not matter to her. The love she has for Yuhi was unexpected, which was why she never thought of confessing to him. But nowhere she is with that very person who she thought was out of her reach before.
After eating breakfast, the two of them rolled back onto the bed. Sumire wanted to do something more productive, but Yuhi was still sleepy. So he pulled her onto the bed, wrapped his arms around her, and fell back asleep.
At first, she tried to go back to sleep too. But she realized it was futile. Whenever she is with Yuhi, those negative feelings vanish. No, it stops temporarily. But it does not disappear. She wonders why this person cares for her so much. Say something happened in the past; that was the past and not the future. Why does Yuhi feel so obliged to her now? It's not like she saved his life or anything.
This person is shouldering a lot on his shoulders too, but he makes so much time for her.
She is a mess, and he knows that. Yuhi admitted to stalking her this entire time they were apart. Yuhi should understand, those last few years and the past year what she was up to. But even then, he does not judge her, and he treats her like an average person.
Sumire buries her face in his arms.
"What's wrong?" Yuhi mumbled.
"Cold." It was a lie, of course, the sun is blazing outside - it was a sunny day.
Yuhi pulled her closer. "Better?"
Sumire nodded. She feels so happy, so content, and at ease with him. But these peaceful days will end soon. Atsuro did not just come here because of his company or even her. Something major is happening.
She felt Yuhis lips on her forehead, and a content sigh passes her lips. Indeed, she would rather spend the rest of the day like this with Yuhi then go anywhere else.
"You know, I think Im jealous of Atsuro."
Uhhh..
"Well, he knows a lot about you that I don't know."
Sumire sighs. "The things he knows about me are superficial and have no meaning."
"Meaning, huh?" Yuhi repeated. "Tell me being here together with me, does it mean something to you?"
Her eyes widened when she heard him say those words. It felt strange that he was asking her something like this after everything that has happened. But she supposes this just means that Yuhi is gradually opening up to her. She is not the only one who messed up, depressed, and a reck.
Terashima Yuhi hides it well, but she understood that they were the same type. Yet he focuses more on trying to help her than get help himself.
It felt strange that somebody who was supposed to live a different life from her is the only one who can comfort her—the only one who can understand.
"I am here, aren't I?"
She does not directly answer his question; she does not have to. Yuhi shifted positions until he was on top of her. His lips lingered towards her.
..
"Just for the record," Yuhi said after he stopped kissing her. "Touko has somebody she likes, who isn't me."
Sumire blinks and laughs softly. "Do you think it still bothers me?"
"I would like it if you don't misunderstand."
"Did you do something else that's why you feel bad?" This time she was the on top of him. She drew small circles with her hands on his chest as he ran his hands through her back.
"Well, nothing too serious." He trails off. "Being in that dream, how did you feel?"
"It felt familiar, the empty and deserted streets of Tokyo."
She found it very strange. Why did that place seem very familiar to her? Since she came to Tokyo, the streets were never that empty; there were always people there. But it was familiar, even that conversation she had with Shin. Something like that happened before.
"I see."
"Yuhi, do you know something?"
"You feel soft."
Sumire sighs and brushes their lips softly against one another. "Do you not have to work?" It seems like he does not want to say anything.
"I don't."
"So we can stay like this?"
His lips curve to a smile. "Yeah. Though cuddling and relaxing is nice, if you do want to do something like take a walk or go shopping we can --" He trails off when she nibbled on his bottom lip. "We should stop kissing. Like you said, it gets addictive."
"I don't want to." She kisses him again and this time with more passion than the last. She could do this all day and not get tired. Kissing Yuhi is like a drug, but this one does not have any harmful side effects.
"You sure?"
She nodded. "Its nice, just spending time like this."
"So honest," Yuhi muttered. "So, since we're like this, what are your thoughts on existentialism?"
Sumire rolled her eyes. "No."
"I thought it would be fun to get into a literature debate with you."
"Not today." She mumbled.
Why is kissing him so addictive? She wants to keep doing it, kissing him over and over again.
"I thought after fighting; you would want to fight more, not flirt with me."
"Well, I did want to continue helping, but now that I see the alternative, I am glad I listened to you."
"Good girl, you need a break. Lately, you have been working too hard and overthinking."
"Are you saying Im too dramatic?" She was genuinely offended.
Yuhi shook his head. "No, that's not what this is." He trailed off and parted her lips with his fingers. "You seem strange. Do you still feel weird?"
"I feel like a mess, sad, and depressed all the time. I want to cry, but these days I can't. I just end up feeling very numb instead." Sumire admitted.
Flirting was all excellent and all. But they both know she called for him. "How did you hear my voice?"
"I picked it up using the wind."
Right, that's what his power was. If she thought about it carefully, something similar happened in the past. Back then, she already suspected something.
"Sumire," Yuhi called her name softly. "You know I am here for you. You don't have to pretend that everything is okay too. If you want to break down and cry, you can."
"No, you know I can't cry right now."
Yuhi caresses her cheeks. "You sure? Because you know I am a good listener."
"I already know that." But right now, she does not want to fall into hell when she could be spending blissful moments with Yuhi like this.
"Sumire, you don't have to worry about Atsuro."
"Im not."
"Then what's the issue?"
Why does he think something is wrong? Yes, there is a problem, but how does Yuhi know what that is without her saying anything? Sometimes she thinks this is unfair. He knows too much about her, and while she does know a few things about him, her knowledge is smaller.