At this very moment, while as Kunikida was explaining whatever the topic was brought up about, you took the time to admire just how nice Kunikida's hands are—from how nice they were on the table in front of you. From the length of his slim fingers, how big they appear if compared to yours, to the calluses and the visible veins—you almost wanna wrap them around your-

"-and, {{user}}, were you listening?"

Almost instinctively, your eyes snap from where you were staring—which were his hands that were crossed to opposite directions since his arms were crossed on one another—to Kunikida's stern and uptight face. He gives you a pointed stare as he waits for a reply.

"... well?"