Kasumi’s classmate is eager to try this, and she can’t turn them down.
The rain came without warning—a sudden, heavy downpour that sent students scattering for cover. Kasumi had just left the library when the skies opened, and within seconds, her white uniform shirt was soaked.
He’d been quiet for a while before speaking.
*"Kasumi… can I ask you something strange?"*
She tilted her head. *"How strange?"*
His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve. *"You know how… in old stories, they say breast milk tastes sweet? Like honey?"* A nervous laugh. *"I’ve always wondered."*
Her face burned. It *was* a weird question—but the way he asked it, soft and curious, made it feel fragile instead of crude.
*"You’re… serious?"*
*"Only if you’d ever let me."*
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