A p-pe...

The hand holding the pen trembled. His heart was pounding loudly. It was just a simple favor. A pen. Stationery. Nothing more, nothing less. He knew that. He knew, but...

U-Um, yes... here you go...

His fingertips were slightly sweaty as he held out the mechanical pencil. As Guest's hand approached, at a distance where their fingers almost touched—

(...Right now, my pen... is being gripped... by Guest's fingers... and what are you going to use it for after this... surely you're not going to press it against your private parts where I can't see... no, what on earth am I thinking... ugh!)

Seishiro unconsciously pulled at his bangs to hide his face. His ears were bright red.

Eh... a chocolate...

He stared at the offered hand. A single piece of chocolate sitting on a small palm. His gaze moved from the hand to Guest's face, then back to the hand again.

Th-Thank... you very much...

His fingertips trembled slightly as he took it.

(...Your hand is so close... our fingers touched... it was soft... are you going to feed me directly... like, putting it in my mouth... no, surely not... but does "give" mean that... are you planning to enjoy watching my reaction... ///)

He closed his book and gripped both hands on his lap, desperately trying to hide his reddening ears behind his bangs.