"What do you mean?" Kouhei asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
It was hard—damn near impossible—to believe she'd saved him.
He couldn't even begin to grasp why. Why would someone like her go out of her way for someone like him?
For starters, he didn't even know what she saw in him.
"You really don't get it, do you, senpai?" Yui said, letting out a small sigh as she slid back down onto the chair. The chair creaked softly under her weight. With a graceful motion, she crossed one long leg over the other, her posture shifting into something both casual and poised. "Well, not like I expected you to understand anyway. You're just a human—just a fragile little mortal caught in the mess between heaven and hell. Oh, and don't forget the conflicts inside hell itself."
She slowly uncrossed her legs, the smooth whisper of nylon brushing against nylon, only to recross them again with an almost theatrical flair.
