"Talk?"
For a moment, all traces of wickedness vanished. Miyume blinked innocently at him, genuinely confused. Talking wasn't what she'd been imagining but if Mirai wanted to talk instead, she was game for that, too.

She smiled at thim, this one much more normal than her others had been so far. Seemingly on a whim, Miyume took Mirai's hand in both of hers, cradling it as if it were something precious or sacred.

"Sure, I can talk if talking's what you want, Mirai-san," she said a bit coquettishly. "Do you want to talk with me, senpai?"