"Are you okay?"
Kazama Chihime bent down slightly, cradling his face.
Her hands were cold, soft yet strong. When their eyes met, there was no warmth in those eyes, only an unspeakable malice.
Kamei Yuusaku often thought that he probably fell for her at that moment. That was the only time Kazama Chihime initiated physical contact with him, and he felt that even if he kissed her, she wouldn't mind.
If only he had been braver then.
Unfortunately, at that time, he had a broken finger, had been hungry for two days, hadn't washed his hair for a week, was filthy, and didn't know when he'd be able to leave this ghostly place, lacking the courage to confess. He and Kazama Chihime stared at each other for a long time, and finally, he blurted out a sentence:
"Squinting a bit would make you look better."
In nature, predators are often skilled at hiding their malice. They use camouflage, blend with the surroundings, and mask their scent, slowly approaching their prey.
