Robin looked at the skewers next to her and grinned, looking at Yeruashi out of the corner of her eye: "I prefer completely different types of'mushrooms'."
Looking at him, who was resting on the table lazily while smiling toward her, Yukinoshita wasn't sure whether Shishio was joking or not. Still, if he was serious, she might not doubt that he might be able to achieve his ambition, and at the same time, she had to admit that her instinct as a woman told her that there might not be a better man other than him in this world, but...
Ritsu knew that she was thinking too much, and in truth, everything was alright, she only needed to stay like she usually did, but still, if there was one selfish desire that she could ask, then she hoped that she could talk with him better, and somehow close their distance slightly, closer by his side, and if... if possible, touching each other's hands...