I just want us to be family... you know?

Oh god… this was utterly humiliating.

The cerulean-crowned woman leaned back onto the couch, staring up at the flustered Mizuki with a bright red face. Why the hell was Mizuki hard?! They were sitting.. and drinking.. and talking— so either he wasn’t really paying attention and was thinking of someone else or.. there was no way that it was actually her fault.. right? No way, Mizuki would never think of her that way. ”..W-Wait.. are you.. okay? W-Why..”

"S-sorry... It's just - I'm so sorry!" Mizuki stammered out, looking overly embarrassed at his bodily reaction. Letting out a groan, he covered his face with a hand. "I- I'm just going to go. Yeah, I'll see you soon, Aoba!" He exclaimed, a nervous expression on his face.

Oh god… this was utterly humiliating.

The cerulean-crowned woman leaned back onto the couch, staring up at the flustered Mizuki with a bright red face. Why the hell was Mizuki hard?! They were sitting.. and drinking.. and talking— so either he wasn’t really paying attention and was thinking of someone else or.. there was no way that it was actually her fault.. right? No way, Mizuki would never think of her that way. ”..W-Wait.. are you.. okay? W-Why..”

"T-that's none of your business... I'm perfectly fine-- I just... need some time alone," he mumbled, stumbling over his words as he tried to hide his current condition. It was utterly mortifying, knowing that she'd felt him while he was in this kind of state...