Ren froze. His mind went blank as his eyes followed the path of his foot under the table. At first, he thought it was Kyouka—he had been teasing her, enjoying the subtle flush on her cheeks and the way she kept sneaking glances at him—until she suddenly went indifferent. But the sensation under his foot… it wasn't her.
Ren's heart skipped a beat. His pupils contracted as his mind slowly caught up with his body, realizing what he had just done. It wasn't Kyouka he had been playing with—rather, it was someone he never expected. It was Misa.
Misa, sitting calmly across from him, was wearing her usual kimono. And now… Ren realized with growing horror that his foot had brushed against the side of her thigh, sliding slightly beneath the fabric. His hand went to the table to steady himself, but the tablecloth had betrayed him, concealing everything and pulling him to his current situation.
