Seeing Kouhei standing there like that—calm, composed, and yet somehow distant—Yui's gaze hardened. A frosty sharpness returned to her eyes, cold enough to cut.
"You've become something... I didn't expect, senpai," she muttered, her voice laced with a chill that wasn't there before. Her eyes didn't blink, her tone was level, but her heart was uneasy. "I don't think I've ever felt this kind of thing because of someone."
Kouhei simply looked back at her, calm yet uncertain. "I think you're giving me more credit than I actually deserve. I'm not that special."
"But you are." Yui's voice lowered, her tone carried something between admiration and irritation. "And that's exactly what makes it interesting to me."
She took a step forward, the cold air between them humming with strange tension.
"But seeing you like this... acting this way... it pisses me off so much. I wonder why that is?"
