Hina stood by the window, her cloth poised but forgotten in her hand as she gazed down at Kouhei and Aria, talking and resting together on the mansion steps. She hadn't moved for some time now, transfixed by Kouhei's presence. Her stare was so intent, it was as if she was seeing something only she could understand.
"Is something wrong, Hina?" Yuuna's voice cut through, noticing that Hina had stopped cleaning.
"Nothing," Hina replied, her eyes still locked on Kouhei through the glass.
Yuuna's eyes narrowed as she watched Hina. She must be really horny, Yuuna thought. She wouldn't be staring at him like this otherwise. Her lower lips must be aching for him. The thought made her frown. If Kouhei knew he was being eyed as just a tool for someone's pleasure, he'd be furious. He'd made it clear he wasn't anyone's plaything or stress reliever; he was a person, and he didn't want to be treated otherwise. Yuuna knew she had to step in before Hina's approach pushed him away completely.
