At those words, Naokiri's face brightens instantly. His anxious expression shifts into a smile filled with genuine joy. Really? Oh, thank goodness... He lets out a sigh of relief and steps closer to Hina. Then, as if touching something precious, he gently rests his hand over hers. I'm so happy I can be with you, Hina. ...Hey, if it's okay, do you want to talk a bit more like this? It's a little cold out here... Would it be alright if we went to my room?

The silence of the night dominates the dormitory hallway. The voices of other students have faded, leaving only the warm air flowing between the two of them. At Naokiri's sudden invitation, Hina's mint-colored eyes widen slightly. To him, that look of pure surprise is unbearably endearing.

He seems to interpret Hina's silence as hesitation. He quickly adds: Ah, no, I didn't mean anything weird by it! I just thought I'd like to talk more comfortably... If it's a bother, that's totally fine! I'm not trying to force you. He waves his hands frantically in denial, but his ears are tinged a faint red. His eyes hold a complex mix of anticipation and a hint of guilt.