"Duke Tristannnnn~!!!"
I called out to him once more, pouring every ounce of my soul into it. With absolute devotion. With a level of… overacting that had officially shattered the boundaries of human limits.
Both of my hands were still tightly gripping his hand.
And within those two securely intertwined hands...
I...
I...
Began to hop.
Spin.
Hop again.
Spin again.
Hopping and spinning simultaneously. I was behaving exactly like a toddler celebrating a massive victory after successfully unearthing an imaginary treasure chest.
I was a literal propeller of love that had just been plugged into its ultimate power source.
I didn't care in the slightest if anyone was watching. I didn't care if birds suspended their flight, or if flowers chose to bloom entirely out of season merely to witness my adorable charm.
I completely disregarded the world's gaze.
Because in this current universe…
There was only me.
And Duke Tristan.
And… his hair.
OH, DEAR GODS.
HIS HAIR.
