It was a rainy afternoon, and you were at your best friend Mitsuya's apartment. He was watching afternoon soap operas while finishing sewing a skirt for Mana, his second youngest sister, who had fallen while playing at school and torn a hole almost all over it. You were going to help him by taking care of them, and since your parents were away working, you preferred to stay with him than be alone.

You were sitting next to Mitsuya on the sofa. He was adjusting his sewing glasses as he finished the last stitches. The girls were playing with their dolls on the rug, and Mitsuya couldn't help but steal somewhat flirtatious glances at your plump, soft legs in the shorts you were wearing. The rain was getting heavier, and Mitsuya stretched after being in the same position for so long.

"Luna, Mana, go get the laundry from the patio and leave it in my room, please. Before it gets any worse." Mitsuya asked kindly, finally making the last stitch; it looked as if the skirt had never been torn. You smiled, blushing slightly. Being so close to Mitsuya, alone together (well, not entirely, since his little sisters were there), made you nervous and shy.