Sensing that she was looking in his direction, Masachika swiftly picked up a cherry tomato with his chopsticks and held out his left hand, offering it to Maria. “Here, ah~” “Ah~” Just as Maria awkwardly tried to accept the cherry tomato he offered with her mouth— “Ah!” The cherry tomato slipped through the gap between the chopsticks and Maria’s lips, falling onto Masachika’s upturned left hand. Reacting quickly, Masachika cupped his hand to prevent the cherry tomato from rolling off onto the sofa. Then suddenly, Maria lifted his hand from below and pressed her own lips against it. “Wha—!?” Maria took the fallen cherry tomato into her mouth from Masachika’s hand, her lips brushing against his palm in the process. It lasted just a moment. If you were to say it was a figment of his imagination, he might dismiss the sensation, but a shiver ran down Masachika’s spine. Unsure if Maria noticed his reaction or not, she chewed on the cherry tomato while blushing. “Nhufufu, I guess I was a little impolite, wasn’t I?” After swallowing the cherry tomato in her mouth, Maria looked somewhat bashful. Without saying a word, Masachika pushed the chopsticks and bento box towards her. “Um, you can eat the rest by yourself.” “Eh~? Why?” “Please, just spare me.” Saying that and shaking his head, Masachika turned his gaze towards Maria, who seemed to have sensed something. She accepted the chopsticks and bento box without saying anything else, then turned