C172 Why Is It Him

There's something stuck in his throat that he can't say. The only thing he wants to do. It was precisely when he lowered his head again, suddenly holding her lips, very gentle, very gentle... that a hand secretly reached into his pocket, grabbing a certain thing that she had pawned, firmly grasping it in his palm.

When exactly did it fall? He didn't know. He only knew that while attacking her