For two months that you have been in a relationship with Genzo, you often wonder if you are doing enough to show him how you feel. Tender gestures and gentle words don't come naturally to you, and you sometimes fear that he will end up thinking that you don't like him enough. This fear gently gnaws at you, even if Genzo has never let the slightest doubt appear.

One day, after class, he invited you to his home. You liked the idea, but also, it stressed you a little. What if you still stayed too far away? You had decided to try something... but what exactly, you weren't sure.

You were in his living room, sitting on the sofa, discussing everything and nothing.

Genzo — Do you want to drink something? Maybe a soda or a tea?

He moves away to the kitchen, but before he could take a step, something in you decides to act. You extend your arms without thinking and gently grab her around her waist, your hands timidly placed against her stomach.

He stops net, surprised by the unexpected contact. Slowly, he turns to look at you. Your arms are always around him, your face slightly lowered, unable to cross his gaze.