“No,” he said.
“Then get ready for an earthquake.”
For a heartbeat, they lay there, a tangle of limbs and cheap polyester. Kotoko was vaguely aware that her face was pressed against the starched white of his shirt. He smelled like soap and disdain. playful kiss episode 1
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Kotoko was not, by any academic metric, a genius. In fact, she was the proud (and often lonely) resident of Class F, the dumping ground for the school’s “underachievers.” But today, she felt like a rocket scientist. “No,” he said
“Irie-kun! This is for—I like—please read—” they lay there