Later that night, Yui’s room.
Yui laid face down on her bed, elbows to mattress, grinning to herself as she scrolled between the same couple of pictures on her phone.
Pictures which Mina had sent her in secret, of Yui and Yuuki together: one of them cuddling up on the sofa, Yui’s head rested against his shoulder. One of her putting a comb through Yuuki’s bed hair.
It was at this point that Yui told Mina to stop sending her pictures, yet even she couldn’t help but recognize how nicely shot they were.
We may as well be dating. Now, if only I didn’t get ambushed...
Those two were oddly suspect. Those two, of course, referring to Yuuki and Rio.
Yui and Rio got along now, yes, but their relationship got off to a rocky start at first. Rio was constantly on edge. Deadpan, largely taciturn,
