The soft flick on his forehead made Aito reflexively rub it. He didn't understand why his words were responded to with such punishment.
His face seemed to complain, but he held it back because he remembered that it had been a long time since he had seen Junan. At least Aito forgave Junan this time.
"Don't sulk, we'll think about lunch later," Junan replied, not good at coaxing at all.
His intention was to be annoyed to hear the little one's thoughts that only contained bento. After a long time they hadn't met, even though Junan had thought about what words to say if the little one asked all sorts of things.
His little worries were out of place now. Now seeing Aito's face complaining angrily, Junan felt even more guilty.
Was his flick too hard? How fragile was the little one? Junan secretly thought hard about whether the little one was in pain, staring at Aito with an intense gaze without saying a single word.
