" It's getting really late. Shouldn't you be getting back to your room?"

Prima leaned back on her bed.

" I kinda wanna stay with you a little longer," he said.

" My mom would kill me," she replied.

" She already gets onto you for everything else you do," Prima pointed out.

" Yeah, you're right..."


" Ah, Kou...?"

" I mean, if you're going to stay over anyway, maybe we should..."