He reached out to lift the brooch in her hair. In his looking down eyes, there was her silhouette. The distance between the two was so close, he could feel the other person's breath. ,Shibusawa Tatsuhiko felt a bit sorry that Chuya Nakahara was wearing black gloves on his hands, making it impossible for him to feel the warmth from the boy's palm. But with a glance, he saw that the short part of the glove didn't even cover his wrist. Compared to the white skin on his wrist, it was extremely firm, and his heart was a little shaken.