"Miki, take it easy." Yukino Ritsuko's schadenfreude voice came from the bathroom.
Fujiwara Reya blinked innocently.
Kawashima Miki snorted coldly.
Her already large eyes went wide and round, like a pair of small brass bells embedded in her face.
"Take it easy," Fujiwara Reya reminded, then covered his head.
"I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"
Kawashima Miki showed no mercy, hitting him hard with both hands.
She was genuinely a bit angry.
Not out of jealousy, but angry at his recklessness.
That loud shout just now could very well have exposed their identities.
She had been busy for over a month, just getting the path for Asakusa Shrine's future laid out, and now it was all disrupted.
After obediently enduring the scolding, Fujiwara Reya reached out, gently pinching her round earlobe through the gaps of her disheveled hair. The earlobe emitted the same pink hue as her tender lips.
