Miyume's face grew flushed for an entirely different reason. The way he was looking at her... nobody had ever seen her so clearly before. Not even Ayana during one of their better times. She felt naked under Mirai's intense gaze but rather than be scared of it or the future implications it suggested, Miyume found herself enjoying it somehow.

Feeling emotionally overwhelmed, not just by his but by her own as well, she pressed her face against his chest, all too aware of how her breathing and heartbeat quickened. She curled her fingers slightly in his shirt. After a moment, she embraced him entirely, wrapping her arms loosely around his waist.