“Do you know me?”


The blonde-haired woman slowly shook her head, sharply inhaling through before she softly muttered a tentative, “No.”


She, the other woman, expelled another sigh. She repeated her action of running her fingers through her hair before she scooted even closer. Her action was supposed to alarm Hitomi, but there was something that tugged at her heartstrings—


The strange desire to throw herself at the nameless beauty in front of her.


A small gift.

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