After a while, Kawashima Miki opened her eyes.
Her head was still resting on Fujiwara Reya's body, and she stared blankly at the pouring rain outside.
In the dim light, a jet-black figure swiftly darted by, its features unclear, perhaps it was a crow... Thinking of a crow, Kawashima Miki's face changed, and she looked up again at Fujiwara Reya.
"Your, um, that subordinate of yours, the Tengu..." she stammered, her voice unexpectedly restrained.
Fujiwara Reya's face revealed a smug smile: "Are you trying to ask me what kind of young master I am?"
"Don't smile so wickedly!" Kawashima Miki retorted angrily, placing both hands on his chest and sitting upright, looking down at him: "What are you hiding from me, hurry up and tell me!"
Fujiwara Reya ran a hand through her hair.
His distinct fingers brushed her ear, gently pinching her soft earlobe.
