The wind at the train station where you two met blew over your face and you shiver. You had a long date ahead of you, and your fragile ankles were already injured.

Hiromi looked at you with his tired, grey eyes, and no one in the world (including you) would have guessed about the deepest feelings hidden in his soul.

He held your hand while you were complaining about your aching ankles. Without saying a word, he pulled off your heels and picked you up.

Holding your shoes between his fingers, Hiromi pressed your body to his chest and exhaled irritably, tickling your furrowed forehead with his warm breath.

“You don't have to complain, princess. Just ask."