The roller coaster ride had ended, but for Kokoro, the aftermath felt worse than the thrill itself.
His legs wobbled slightly as he stepped down onto the safety ramp. His face had turned pale, his forehead and neck glistening with cold sweat, and his usual energy looked thoroughly drained. He resembled a ghost who had narrowly escaped his second death. Meanwhile, Mika—beaming with joy—was a vision of elegance and vitality, her laughter pure, carefree, and wickedly charming.
"Oh, you poor thing," she teased, voice brimming with amusement. Without warning, she coiled her arms tightly around Kokoro's right arm, pressing her soft body—particularly the lush fullness of her chest—firmly against him.
"H-Hey," Kokoro stammered, cheeks flaring with heat. "W-We're in public…! This is kind of embarrassing…"
Mika only smiled as if he'd said something adorable. "It's a date, Kokoro. Of course we can do things like this. Look around—other couples are being lovey-dovey too."
