At the airport terminal, Kyouko walked with subtle shift in her steps—graceful, poised… but clearly uncomfortable.
Haruki noticed.
"You okay, Kyouko?" he asked, glancing sideways with a hint of guilt in his voice.
She gave him a quick side-eye.
"Who do you think caused this?"
She puffed her cheeks slightly. "My ass is sore, you know."
Haruki tried not to grin.
"Sorry... I didn't think I went that rough."
Kyouko stopped in place, turned toward him, and gave a very soft, tired smile.
"And yet, you still shoved it in like you were in a hurry.
It didn't even fit properly and you still went all the way…"
She gave him a teasing glare. "That's all on you."
He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could say anything more,
Kyouko stepped closer and quietly removed her facemask.
She leaned in, cupped his cheek gently—then pressed a soft, public kiss to his lips.
No hesitation. No shame.
Just affection.
And when she pulled back, her voice was sweet… but low and serious.
