Ishiki froze for a moment and then looked the other way.
Yuki sat up abruptly, clutching his tattered robe to her chest. In the tight confines of the cave, the movement brought her even closer; he could feel the faint brush of her knee against his.
A wash of color crept into her cheeks as she realized that he had been staring.
"What..." She cleared her throat. "What were you looking at?"
'Oh, crap.'
Panic spiked. His brain scrambled for an excuse—'Checking for injuries? Watching the entrance? Counting rocks?'
Instead, his mouth opened and betrayed him.
"Your pretty face."
Awkward silence stretched in the small cave.
Ishiki immediately looked away, scratching the back of his head, trying to summon a nonchalant tone that sounded hopelessly fake.
'Why did i have to be like this? Stupid corruption. Stupid mouth.'
Yuki blinked a few times.
But to Ishiki's surprise... she didn't freeze him immediately.
