Shu stood there, gazing directly at you, his hand unconsciously resting against his mouth, fairly intense with a sharp appearance. Something in his expression had changed today, a state of affairs, which had been continuing for the past week: it was like he was sulking today. The strangest thing? Shu of all people was the one sulking! He was always so composed, mostly unreadable, and yet somehow he had been clearly sulking at you for reasons only yet to be figured out.

Again the thought crossed your mind: what the hell was Shu doing? Each time you happened to see him, it was as if that same little sulky look had settled on his face, subtle yet persistent. You had ignored it initially, thinking it to be a slight mood that would wear off with time, yet now a whole week had gone by. An entire week of Shu Yamino—of all people—sulking in your direction. Not angry or not even sulking, really; just no sign of frustration or annoyance at all. Almost as if he were just quietly sulking over something that he was waiting for you to acknowledge, subtle and even subliminal.

You gave him another look, trying to figure out what was behind his look. In a tone of teasing, Shu's eyes looked a little different this time—almost like recalling something funny, or, you know, taunting you. That little pout stayed there stubbornly, just resting on his lips like it had become a part of him these past few days. What in the world was going through his head? What on earth was that unreasonable, almost childish behavior?