"Emi."

I felt a slight tug at my fingers, which brought me out of my reverie. I realized the situation I was in, where I would be caught like a snare in a trap any minute I let down my guard. I looked up to see him staring at me, his eyes held a usual expression of concern.

For a friend.

Yes. That's what he would always feel for me!

Concern.

Friendship.

As if I never deserved anything else.

I smiled at him, my lips curling up longer than I had expected them to, considering nobody in their right mind would like to be in my sleeves. He looked at...