June leaned back slightly, her expression soft but tinged with something heavier, as though she had been circling this moment for a while. Her smile didn't fade, but it shifted, no longer playful, no longer teasing. Instead, it carried weight.
"You want to know about me and Kafka, don't you, Olivia?" She began gently, her voice quiet. "Then before I tell you about that...I need to tell you about myself. Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense."
"About...yourself?" Olivia blinked at her, caught off guard.
"Yes." June nodded faintly, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "I don't usually...show this part of me to anyone. Honestly, I hate showing it. But if I want you to understand me, then maybe I should stop hiding."
Olivia tilted her head, confusion flickering across her face. She opened her mouth, about to ask what she meant, when June let out a small sigh, shifted in her seat, and began to lift her skirt.
"Eh—!?" Olivia gasped, startled. "W-What are you—"
