"The beginning is usually best," Miku replied softly and glanced back at him. No blushes this time, just that sense of dread that came up and chewed on her if she thought about things too long and too hard.

Mafuyu always said she'd give herself a heart attack thinking of every little thing. Maybe he was right. Her fingers, however, walked themselves over to his hand and covered it. Despite being ill, they were as cool as ever.