Eternal Melody

How can he not know what she is thinking? For Sumire, being in a relationship is challenging. This is one of the reasons why he doesn't overdo being affectionate with her. Sure his behavior at the start of their relationship was questionable. But he had to admit that he didn't think rationally then.

He felt overwhelmed that she even accepted his confession and went along with the flow for a while. When he finally snapped out of it, he decided to rethink his approach towards her.

Although it is hard for him to hold back at times, he has adjusted to not jumping on her randomly even though everything she does makes him want to attack.

"Have some water." Yuhi passed her a bottle of water from his bag, and Sumire accepted it.

"I'm sorry, Yuhi, I didn't mean to drink. But Sano looked upset. I knew he wouldn't spill, so I used this way."

"Don't apologize." He didn't say anything more than that. A part of him sympathizes with Nagawa, after all. 

But there is a limit to his sympathy. He disapproves of Nagawa getting Sumire drunk. Even though the two have had that talk now, there was still something unusual about Nagawas behaviour towards Sumire.

This is why he cannot completely trust the man. Nagawa still has to prove himself. This is also 

"This looks good on you." He swiftly changed the topic and pointed to the earrings.

"T-thank you, yuhi. You know I don't normally have things like this. Even though I have plenty of money now, I have gotten used to people saying I don't suit such girly things. So these earrings and the dress- '' He cuts her off by softly kissing her lips.

Kissing is nice; he wants to do more than a kiss, though. But Yuhi only entertained those thoughts for a short while when he felt the warmth on her cheeks. Yuhi pulled back and pressed his hand on her face to check it wasn't a fever. 

It seemed fine, but her face felt very hot just then.

"Yu-Yuhi?" Sumire said, startled.

"Every time you're honest with your feelings. I lose control." He mumbled against her lips. "Do you understand?"

Yuhi knew he didn't have to explain that much to her. She isn't that clueless.

"I-I'm only-"

He kissed her again, but this time more passionately. At some point, his hands were on her shirt; he raised it slightly above her belly button and touched her breasts. He kisses and touches her for a while like that, both of them gasping for air after the long kiss.

"What were you going to say?" 

"Stupid was late now," Sumire mumbled as she rested her head on his chest.

Yuhi's gaze softened. "I really can't control myself around you. You should prepare yourself when you get out of the hospital."

"R-right. Uh," Sumire trailed off and laughed. "I'm sorry, Yuhi-san, but could you give me a hint?"

"A hint?"

"What are you going to do? I feel that I should do something too, but I don't know much."

She really is clueless.

He did say he would teach her, but Sumire isn't like those other girls. It would feel weird if he showed her what to do.

Still, she looks so interested. 

"A bit like this, but something more," Yuhi mumbled against her ear.

"Uh-right. I see."

Yuhi kissed her lips softly and squeezed her hands. "Are you feeling alright?

"I will be fine; you're going to watch my back, right?"

"Of course. But," Yuhi brushed his lips against her ear. "I am worried about you."

For a moment, neither of them spoke, and he thought back to something that happened recently.

'Yuhi. I'll give you this. It's the letters she wrote for you during the years you two didn't see each other. She never sent it, though.'

Imagine his surprise when he got all those letters from Atsuro.

The moron.

Yuhi recalled each word on those letters perfectly; he read them over and over again.

Yuhi, how are you feeling today?

Yuhi, have you been eating well lately?

Yuhi, today Kyoya-senpai made me do even more practice drills! I thought my head would combust!

Yuhi, it's lonely here without you.

Yuhi, today it snowed all day, and then I remembered the first time we met. It was a beautiful snowy day. I wonder if it is snowing where you are?

Yuhi, I got a perfect score, and people thought I cheated. But it didn't bother me. It was the first time I put in effort like that for school.

Yuhi, Aki-san is still incredibly grouchy. What did I do to deserve this?!

Yuhi, what did you do today?

Yuhi, how is school going? Are you making friends and getting along with people?

Yuhi, I miss you.

Yuhi, I wish I told you I love you.

That letter was the last straw. Now he understood why Atsuro behaved so hostile towards him. The redhead knew that he was the one that Sumire liked, which was why the redhead never took Sumires relationship with Mamoru seriously.

Now it made sense why Sumire accepted his confession. Yuhi thought she had doubts because she still had feelings for Mamoru. But it wasn't like that at all.

The reason why she had any doubts at all was him. His thoughts broke off when Sumire suddenly snatched his bag off him. She pointed to the letters sticking out of his bag.

"If you are going to cheat Yuhi-san, you shouldn't have brought the evidence with you."

At those words, his sweat fell. Here she is with her crazy ideas again. Then again, he supposes it is only natural for her to think that way. Yuhi approached her and opened his bag; before he even passed her the letters, he noticed her face turning red.

It seems she can recognize it from a distance. Then again, the girl did use custom-made letter paper.

"H-how did you-" Sumire looked nervously at the letters. She seemed very confused why he would have the letters.

Indeed if she left them with Atsuro, there should be no reason for him to have them.

"Atsuro gave them to me."

Sumire started to curse, and he chuckled, amused at how red her face was getting. Yuhi leaned forward. "So when were you going to confess how much you loved me?"

"T-this is cheating," Sumire exclaimed.

"I agree there. It isn't fair for me to learn your feelings through letters. You should tell me directly."

Yuhi was about to stop there. He knew it was still difficult for Sumire to admit such things in front of him.