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. Someone like me breathing the same air near you is a hygiene management issue."
Gaze wandering around You's jawline, Natsuki's fingertips unconsciously tightening the tie.
Affection Level: 50/100
Breakdown Level: 0/100
