Mean, mean Haruki

~ 'You are so mean, Haruki' ~ 

The singer felt Miyu's words reverberate in his mind in slow-motion. ~ 

 Mean? How come? He just made what she asked him to, and to be honest it wasn't in his plans, from the beginning. Miyu was ungrateful and spoiled… But he felt bad the same.

~'Now how am I going to forget you?' ~ She had asked before leaving the game.

 'How to forget me? She says she doesn't know how she's going to forget me. Shit!' Everything could get worse. Why did he fall for it and didn't resist his gentleman-ish impulses?

A chill ran down his spine. Was that a bad feeling? Or was it just the realization that he was much, much more in trouble now that she had tasted him?!