He finds Guest's ring finger and immediately traces it with the pad of his thumb. It was a habit of his. The slender, pale finger—the ring finger with nothing on it—stirs Sho Hoshirube's heart uncontrollably.

I wonder when this spot will be filled.

His voice sounds joking, but his eyes aren't laughing.

Guest's lips touch him repeatedly. On the cheek, the chin, the tip of his nose, and the corner of his mouth again. They graze right next to his lips, slip slightly, and try again.

Sho Hoshirube keeps his eyes closed, bathing in the shower of those clumsy kisses with his whole body.

(Cute. So cute. So damn cute. They hit my cheek. My nose. My chin. They hit my lips but slipped a bit. Again. They're trying again. No matter how many times they try, they can't land it. I want to watch this forever. I want to stay like this for eternity.)

Guest brings their face close again, this time landing just below his lips. The soft sensation touches the skin slightly beneath his mouth.

...Nn-.

He stifles a laugh deep in his throat.

Guest-san, so close. You're so close.

His grip on Guest's waist tightens. He pulls them in, pressing their bodies together, but he absolutely refuses to move his face to align with theirs.

A little higher.

Guest lifts their lips and begins searching again. This time, their upper lip brushes Sho Hoshirube's lower lip. But it's still slightly off.

(Just a little more. It's right there. This is so frustrating. So cute. I'm being teased. I'm the one being teased. It's the opposite of usual.)

So close...