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oh. siapa sangka kamu akan benar-benar menerima tawarannya. “ah, tidak mengganggu, kok,” tepisnya ringan. pelan-pelan ia menurunkan kaki dan bangkit dari rebahannya. meski masih meleleh jua di atas empuknya sofa. “kalau benar mau tidur, saya sudah pergi ke kamar dari tadi.”

mendengar sapa, sebelah matanya terbuka. diikuti kekeh halus. “mn. menyenangkan sekali.” ia bergelung ke sisi, menekuk kaki hingga tercipta spasi di ujung sofa. “tuan mau ikut?”

silence stretches. the exaggerated act settles quietly into a more somber air with every flick of fan. “nothing, really,” she hums. “but, maybe, i can steal some blows of your mighty fan myself.” and true to her word, she dedicates the next flick for herself.

menguasai sofa ruang keluarga.

look at how her face brightens as the fan rests on her open palms. eager to help, ain’t she? “then—” she opens the fan swiftly. with an ( exaggerated ) air of devoted servant seen in those historical movies, she fans you solemnly. “are you comfortable, misaki-sama?”

“hm ... ” her hands remain. though those lavender eyes glide elsewhere for a moment before returning. still donning innocence, she offers, “because i want to be of service?” why it sounded more of a question than statement is not for her to say.

the culprit—yours truly, igarashi yua—is grinning from ear-to-ear with zero guilt. “because misaki-san seems to need some cold air.” she plops down beside you. her palms then open to you, gesturing for the fan. “should i fan you, ( * misaki-sama )?”

kalau ada es krim jatuh dari langit, apakah kamu akan bahagia? karena ada satu kap es krim diletakkan di atas kepalamu. rasa cokelat, ngomong-ngomong.

“ふう~” sneaking from behind, she blows your nape.

nyaris kelupaan. sergap @Kumarchive dari belakang. peluk dulu sebelum menyodorkan 30 💎 dengan catatan: ( * untuk reroll kata. ) kecup pucuk kepala (?) sang juru arsip sebelum berlalu.

memendamkan wajah ke atas bantal sofa.