After Aoto finished speaking, Toshisuke turned slowly, arms tightly crossed over her chest, raising her eyes to meet Aoto's gaze.
Their eyes were entangled in a whirlpool of emotions in the air.
Time seemed frozen, yet to fully resume.
Toshisuke appeared paralyzed, as if pierced through by thick, iron wires, frighteningly stiff.
Her expression was vacant, mouth half-open, eyes dazed and confused, staring blankly at Aoto.
Aoto was initially staring directly into Toshisuke's eyes.
But as Toshisuke turned her upper body, his gaze uncontrollably drifted downward...
Toshisuke's fair skin, tinted light pink by the steam rising from the pool, looked adorable.
Dewy droplets slid down, following her silky black hair and the arms pressed against her chest.
Although Toshisuke desperately attempted to cover herself with her arms, the size difference was too great, and her slender arms could only barely cover the most crucial areas, with parts spilling from the squeeze.
