...The atmosphere changed, somehow. What was exhaustion and Tsutomu trying his best to humor a gaudy man has now turned into...

Seriously, what is this?

It's heavy. Intense. Tsutomu feels his entire body freeze and his heart race. When Amahiko touches his face, a very noticeable heat rises to the samurai's cheeks. Tsutomu sharply inhales and finds himself unable to exhale when he sees the shifting shadow of Amahiko's body become close to his.

That odd aura of his makes Tsutomu's mind race a million malms a second.

Eventually he manages to put two and two together, and he grabs Amahiko's wrist to pull his hand away from his face. He doesn't, however, let go of it.

"L-Lord Tendou! Be there no end to thy teasing? Just how persistent canst thou—"

Tsutomu shakes his head, so caught off guard that he dives into his samurai dialect for a second.

"H-how on earth is something like that supposed to help anyway?"

Even his hands are hot from fluster.