having an idea that popped up in your mind—you were quick to snatch anyone, anywho, close by to do with you.

in this case, craning your head over to yuto kusumi sitting not too far on his own desk— he was the one closest to you. he was going to be your target!

“kusumi,” you call out, capturing his attention as he turns his head to your direction, his unruly bangs covering half of his face as usual. “?”

“c’mere,” you gestured over with the flick of your wrist, your other hand holding onto your phone in front. he tilts his head, silently questioning what you were up to—until he saw your fingers forming a half heart.

as he nears, a gentle smile creeps up to his lips, his brown eyes watching you under his frizzy bangs. he doesn’t hesitate, bringing his own hand close towards yours to complete the hand heart—hearing the faint noise of a shudder coming from your phone.

satisfied, you grin. lowering your phone from your face, you don’t waste another moment to look back at your gallery for the result. there he was, kusumi standing in the photo — composure gentle and soft, whereas his fingers completed the heart that you stood behind the camera.

as you inspected the photo, kusumi doesn’t move back right away. instead he lingers; leaning over to see your screen. he wanted to see how it turned out, too.

he taps your shoulder, pointing his index finger at himself with his tiny smile—signalling you to shift the phone over for him to see the photo.