I swallowed hard. How was I supposed to get out of this situation? Naturally, my instincts said yes, but I went crazy worrying about the consequences. Whether I liked it or not, my life was tied to others. The decisions I made would affect others regardless of my intentions.
How about her? Why did she act so strangely, anyway? Didn’t she worry about the repercussions either? She wanted to be the president, didn’t she?
Shit, there was too much at stake. I knew I would regret this later, but I decided to leave. But what stood in my way was Tomoyo, who silently leaned back on the closed door. She stared at the ground. It was a strange sight, because she wasn’t the type of person to carry such a reclusive expression on her face. “You… you’ll do it with me…” her brilliant blue eyes floated up to meet mine. “…won’t you?” Her arm was stretched over the passageway, as if saying ‘you can’t go, Okazaki.’
Fuck. If you look at me with such eyes, I’ll-
No, damn it. I wanted her. But I couldn’t let my boner get to me. I stepped forward, preparing to brush her arm away from the passageway and run out the door. “I already told you, I can’t just do it at the spur of the moment! I’ll think about this…” I proceeded to move towards her. Her hair brushed past my face in a fraction of a second.
Then suddenly, I was out of breath. I couldn’t breathe, to be precise. A pair of delicate hands were tightly covered around my mouth and nose. My eyes widened in shock.
You’re kidding me, right?
Are you mad that I’m refusing you?
God damn it, Tomoyo!