Now he doesn't have to worry about his mother-in-law suddenly popping up and saying 'NO'.
Fushimi Roku turned slightly to face Minamoto Tamako, his tongue frantically scraping between his teeth to make sure no pizza beef bits were stuck there.
Minamoto Tamako sat up straight, half-kneeling on the sofa, her white, tender feet tucked under her heart-shaped hips.
She didn't dare look directly at Fujimura-kun, still keeping her head down, hands resting on her knees, as if that was the only way she could maintain her posture.
Fushimi wasn't sure if she had closed her eyes; her cowlick was a bit of a nuisance, blocking his view. He had to tilt his head slightly to find another angle.
Minamoto Tamako thought Fujimura-kun was about to kiss her, causing her heart to flutter, and she instinctively shrank back. Immediately after, she realized that such a reaction was quite out of place.
She explained softly, "Uh, um... this is my first kiss..."
