[ They haven't discussed it since the ball, no, but... at the same time, so much has happened since then... And for someone like Sumina who's scarcely pursued things of a romantic nature in her life, this haziness leaves her... unsure, at times, as to what the proper course of action would be. Surely, there are deities where she's from whose domain celebrates love of many forms, and who have holidays around celebrating it, but predictably... Sumina has never quite given herself a chance to participate, beyond occasionally accepting flowers or small gifts from guests.

...Somehow, even for how difficult their more emotional moments have been as of late, they were... easier to navigate. It's easy to know at such at time what the right thing to do is; romance or no, of course she would offer him a shoulder to lean on, or listen to him when speaking of his darker moments. But something like this? It feels like it should be so much simpler, yet...

Well. It doesn't help that he has her pinned beneath him like this, either. ]

I-I see. Satoru...

[ With her head still turned away, her cheeks and ears still flushed, she closes her eyes. She feels so embarrassed... ]

Making cards for the others... That has no bearing on how I feel about you. You know that, right? I'm not— "Into" anyone else... But I've never celebrated this kind of holiday before, so I wasn't sure what to do...