Mirai had been enjoying a restful moment on the couch. Now he felt his shirt opening, and a pair of fingers gliding around there. He was curious about this level of intimacy. This felt extraordinarily new. Why was it a surprise? Perhaps it was that he had exhausted all his in previous relationships. Or that he had even tricked himself into believing it was a relationship of mutual affection.

He looked down, and lifted his hands until those underneath were free to move to a place where they wanted. Or hopefully, under his shirt - he was not sure what he wanted.

"... Nope." He didn't sound disappointed - even serious. But he did seem to be searching, and turned a little on his side. "Ah, Miyume? Would you go right a bit? I've got a terrible itch."