you don't know how it happened, but it sure did. the room fell silent after naoya shamelessly let out a moan when your palm struck his cheek—you stared at him horrified, and he can only stare back at you with the same horrified expression, but a faint color of red spread across his cheeks. a few more seconds of silence before he cleared his throat and fixed his kimono as he stood up and finally spoke

"we shall not speak of this ever again, got it?"