I co back to my senses and hurriedly rub my eyes.
Although they’re a little wet, it doesn’t an I’m crying. It’s rely a physiological phenonon.
“What do you an by ‘again’? I’ve never cried before. It’s just that having soone pull my hand reminds of my childhood, so I feel nostalgic.”
“I see.” Alfred peers into my eyes.
I avert my gaze.
“You cry pretty often, you know,” says Alfred in a teasing tone, making want to deliver a haymaker to his stomach.
What’s with this role reversal, bullying ? That should have been my job!
“S-shut it! Didn’t I just ntion that I’ve never cried before?”
I punch him in the gut, full force. But he doesn’t even twitch. I’m simultaneously impressed and annoyed with how resilient his body is.
With a laugh, he pulls behind him.
“Wahhh!”
I almost lose my balance with this sudden motion, and I squeeze his hand.
Alfred looks back at with such a bright smile that I can’t help but feel embarrassed.
Ah, goodness.
Why am I gripping his hand instead of shaking it off?
If I do this, then…
Although I’m looking down, I can still feel his joy radiating to .
What should I do?
How should I respond to this?
As I follow after Alfred, the gears in my brain spin so quickly that it almost goes out of order. After a few monts of hesitation, I say, “…H-hey. Hey! I… I am still not completely sure about this…”
I was answering to the question he asked to at the bar last night.
That’s right, I’m putting my answer on hold.
I escaped.
It’s not running away, just a tactical retreat. There’s no sha in taking my ti to think things through.
Furthermore, while Alfred and I are on the cusp of adulthood, we’re technically still kids.
We’re reckless, and easily malleable.
That’s why I don’t think we should coin what we have with a na yet.
I don’t have to decide right now.
After all, Alfred might fall for a beautiful girl soday, perhaps even the “Holy Maiden” right after eting her.
We’re both still clueless about what the future might entail.
Alfred pauses in his steps.
He turns to face again. Thinking he might say sothing, I put myself on guard. Yet he stays silent.
I feel like a criminal waiting for my sentence, the uncomfortable silence almost palpable.
Is he angry?
Alfred is typically easygoing, and hasn’t much interest in other people’s businesses. But it looks like he still has his sore spots.
I treat his feelings as a passing fancy, sothing that will fade with ti.
He might have noticed that I’m trying to act like nothing happened last night.
I can’t stand the strange silence, so I prepare myself and timidly look up at him.
When our gazes et, he narrows his clear blue eyes in a smile.
“It’s okay, I’m planning on taking it slow, so take your ti as well. I don’t want to have you fly away from after all.”
“What?”
“Nevermind.”
Alfred grins, then crouches down, puzzling . All of a sudden his lips et mine.
It’s almost as though he’s stealing a kiss. Heat pools in my core, and out of reflex I shove him away.
I don’t even have ti to be surprised.
Damn him for being so huge! Can’t he just give so of his muscles, or a few inches of height?
And what’s with him kissing out of the blue? I can’t be too careful with this brat!
“I told you this is off limits!”
“Wait until we’re legal adults, right?”
These words said in a teasing tone make queasy, but I shrug it off. “T-that’s right!”
The fact that it’s just kissing makes this slip up less alarming, but going beyond is still a big no-no.
Wait a second. Why am I okay with kisses? Aren’t I too accustod to it? What’s with it being okay if it’s just kissing?
Is sothing wrong with ?
Get a grip on yourself. You need to be firm!
Alfred smiles as if understanding sothing, and after giving a sideways glance, he continues to walk, his hand still gripping mine.
W-what is it?
Damn it, why are you acting so calm? You’re grating on my nerves.
You can’t deny that you’re just a child compared to my age… Well, my ntal age.
So why am I, a full grown man, getting so flustered?
Damn it.
I glance at his hand, large and unwilling to release my own.
I want to shake it off and flee. But try as I might, I can’t do that.
I’m helpless, and don’t know how to handle this strange feeling lingering in my heart.
A deep sigh escapes my lips, as I look up at him, his hair the color of spun gold.
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