Chapter 12

Hashimoto Arina’s breath hit his face, and her tongue darted roughly around in his mouth.

Their tongues pressed together, the particles on their tongues rubbing against each other, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths, tasteless, and there was no skill involved.

Shirakawa Natsu blushed, completely oblivious to the romance others described in their stories about kissing.

He shoved Hashimoto Arina away abruptly, and when he saw her face clearly, he froze.

Expressionless.

Hashimoto Arina’s face showed no love, no anger, no emotion whatsoever.

Shirakawa Natsu’s heart skipped a beat. She wanted to speak, to ask why they did…