'What heck is wrong with this mood here,' Tomoya thought to himself.
Kyou hugged her shoulders, staring at the floor somewhere. "...haven't you realized why I make you eat lunch with Ryou every day?"
"Well, vaguely." In all seriousness, he'd gotten the hint the moment Kyou had pushed him next to Ryou at the picnic. He'd been suspicious of Ryou's feelings for weeks before then. In otherwords, he'd been aware of the situation for a while.
"Yet, you still choose me..."
"Well, you see, that's not really my intention..."
Suddenly, Tomoya realized he was soaked with sweat, from the tension in the air, and also because the storage room, while well ventilated, was still very warm...and with two agitated people inside radiating body heat, it was only going to get worse. If only Kyou would stop making such subtle movements, he could organize his thoughts! He could her the soft sound of the fabric of her socks, which sqeezed herthighs delicately, and those precious few inches of skin above which...