"Stunned?" Hoshimi Rinko asked.
The slight curve of her lips hid a trace of smugness.
This subtle change in expression somewhat dispelled her ethereal aura, adding a bit of playfulness.
"I'm really dumb!" Fujiwara Reya tapped his forehead.
"Help me tie my hair." Hoshimi Rinko handed him a red ribbon.
Fujiwara Reya looked at her slender, jade-like fingers. The familiar red hairband caught his eye—it was the one he had given her last year.
"You bought it, you should tie it yourself." Hoshimi Rinko looked at him with a gaze as cool as a sea reflecting starlight. After speaking, she turned her back to him. Her kimono's skirt swayed with her movements, and a bow representing girlhood was tied at her waist.
"I'm not really good at it..."
Fujiwara Reya held her smooth black hair with one hand and the ribbon with the other, slowly winding it up.
