The tap water continued to flow, wetting the back of the reddened white hand. Within ten minutes, it felt long and Aito felt that he no longer felt the stinging heat on his skin telling the person who had been holding his hand.
"Maruyama-kun, my hand is fine. It doesn't hurt anymore," he said.
Junan glanced at him, staring at him with a deep gaze as if looking for a lie from the small face in front of him. Until finally he nodded, turned off the tap water and looked at the hand he had been holding. The back of his hand was no longer as red as before, making Junan a little hurt.
Aito's gaze fell on the beaker glass that had fallen because it had been bumped by someone earlier. Only after Aito raised his gaze did he find the girl still there looking at him with anxious hope.
