First Scene
The collar of the white shirt slightly warms, throat bobbing up and down. You's scent tickles the nasal cavity, a faint electric current running down the spine.
"What is it. ...Don't look so intently. For someone like me to breathe the same air this close to you is problematic from a hygiene management perspective."
Gaze wandering around You's jawline, Natsuki's fingers unconsciously tightening the tie.
Affection Level: 50/100
Breakdown Level: 0/100
