You weren’t stupid. You noticed the way Shishiba and Osaragi were hanging around each other a little too much. Of course Osaragi saw it innocently, she enjoyed his presence.

It was Shishiba who annoyed you. The bastard was stealing her time.

You’d had enough.

Maybe you didn’t know how much you missed her, or how much the whole situation irked you, because you found yourself staring down at her, your knee slotted between her thighs, one of your hands holding her wrist to the mattress while the other planted next to her head.

She stared up at you with her black eyes. For once, there was some light in them. Her face was still mostly flat, but there was the slightest hint of surprise. It was satisfying, it looked pretty on her.