Hershaille was feeling uneasy again, and Akahiro was starting to get familiar with it. She wasn’t really hard to read, and spending time with her made her easier to understand. And he was glad that he could feel it whenever she was like this.
He didn’t want to push her to tell him, so he chose to wait until she was ready to say something to him.
They were sitting at Hershaille’s backyard, where Akahiro and Hans hung out the other night. Hershaille was already beat, but she thought that sitting there, just watching the stary night, was the best thing to do at that moment.
Akahiro didn’t go back to the meet and greet anymore. Since they were going to meet again soon, there was really no need to. And he wanted to spend more time with Hershaille that night after what happened.
It was a goo
