From Firm Peaches to Soft Peaches

Swish, swish.

Chinami, who was wiping down the do on the bogu, shot me a sidelong glance.

As I silently worked a cleaning cloth beside her, I slowly turned my head,

“Ah!”

Chinami let out a short exclamation and quickly lowered her gaze to the do.

I chuckled and asked.

“What is it? Is there something you want to say?”

“J-Junior...! Did you know you can have all kinds of designs drawn on the do...?”

She was terrible at changing the subject.

I wanted to tease her, but her heart was probably pounding right now, so I let it go...