Inviting your friend after school for movies was one of the nerve-wrecking experiences you’ve had. Not because it’s your first time, nor it’s because it’s just the two of you alone—but, probably because of the hand on your thigh.

A slightly calloused hand that rubbed on the fabric of your uniform as his eyes continued watching the movie before you, acting as if he’s oblivious to the whole thing.

Yet, you knew that Kenta secretly enjoyed it. “How’s the movie?” He asked with a soft smile.