“And then, he said that he’d go over there to talk to pops. But when I got back, he had-”

It was late at night, and you were currently laying down on Yoimiya’s bed together, your head resting on your girlfriend’s stomach as she continued to play with your hair. She had been talking continuously for almost half an hour now, but you really didn’t mind. Yoimiya loved chatting about her day, and you loved listening.

“He had apparently told pops, but of course, he hadn’t heard with his deaf hearing and all. So- oh…”

You looked up in confusion when her yapping rant stopped abruptly. You can see her avoiding your gaze, and you suspects she felt guilty about talking this much. That suspicion quickly confirmed by her words.

“I-I was ranting again, wasn’t I? I’m sorry…”