"S-Satori-kun?" she whispered, her face already burning with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but... could you... help me with something?"

He looked up from his phone, those dark, intelligent eyes locking with hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. "Of course," he said, his deep voice carrying easily across the quiet store floor.

Her heart raced wildly as he approached. She stepped back into the changing room, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as he followed, closing the door behind him with a soft but definitive thump. The large room suddenly felt incredibly small with his tall, broad-shouldered frame inside it. She could smell his cologne—something woodsy with hints of cedar and amber—masculine and sophisticated in a way that made her intensely aware of him.

"Turn around," he instructed, his voice low and velvety.

Emi obeyed without hesitation, facing the mirror with her back to him. She could see his reflection over her shoulder, his expression calm and focused as he stood behind her. He was so much taller that he had to bend slightly to reach the zipper at the small of her back. His large hands came into view, and she held her breath, suddenly unable to remember how breathing worked.

His knuckles brushed against the bare skin of her spine as he took hold of the zipper tab. The contact sent an electric current racing across her skin, far more intense than seemed possible from such a simple touch. A full-body shiver ran through her, goosebumps erupting across her arms and back, the sensation so unexpected and overwhelming that she couldn't contain her reaction.

"~Haahhh~!"

Her eyes flew open, meeting his in the mirror's reflection. Instead of embarrassment or surprise, his face held a small, knowing smirk that made her stomach flip. He pulled the zipper up slowly, deliberately, the sound impossibly loud in the quiet room. With each upward tick, his fingers grazed her skin with what felt like intentional gentleness, and each touch felt magnified tenfold, sending tingles racing along her nerves. She had to bite her lip to keep from making another sound, her teeth pressing into the soft flesh hard enough to leave tiny indentations.

"There you go," he murmured, his voice a husky rumble right next to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Perfect fit."

Emi couldn't breathe. Her reflection showed a girl with wide, reddish-brown eyes and flushed cheeks, wearing a beautiful blouse that highlighted every curve of her figure. Behind her stood Satori, tall and imposing, his hands still resting lightly on her shoulders. The contrast between them—her bright colors and his darker presence—created a striking image in the mirror that made her heart stutter.

"I..." She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. "Thank you."

"Turn around," he said again, softer this time, his hands giving her shoulders the gentlest squeeze. "Let me see you properly."

She turned slowly to face him, suddenly very conscious of how close they were standing, the heat from his body radiating toward her. The changing room felt like another world, removed from reality, a bubble in time where only the two of them existed.

"Beautiful," he said simply, stepping back to give her space, though his eyes never left hers. "That's the one."

Emi nodded, unable to form words. She felt dazed, her skin still tingling where he had touched her, the sensation lingering like an echo. She couldn't remember ever feeling this way from such a simple interaction—like her entire body had become hypersensitive to his presence.

"I'll wait outside while you change back," Satori said, moving toward the door. "And Emi?" He paused, hand on the doorknob. "I'm buying it for you."

Before she could protest, he was gone, leaving her alone with her racing thoughts and burning skin. She pressed her cool palms to her hot cheeks, trying to compose herself. What was happening to her? She'd never reacted this way to anyone before, not even the S-rank Hunters she admired from afar.

When she emerged from the changing room, the blouse carefully folded over her arm, Satori was waiting with that same intense focus that made her feel like she was the only person in the world. He took the garment from her hands, their fingers brushing again—deliberately this time, she was certain—and headed to the register.

"You don't have to—" she began, hurrying after him.

"I want to."

The sales associate wrapped the blouse in crisp tissue paper and placed it in an elegant bag with the store's gold-embossed logo. Satori handed it to Emi with a small bow, like he was presenting her with a royal gift, his eyes never leaving hers during the gesture.

"Thank you," she managed, clutching the bag to her chest. It felt like more than just a piece of clothing—it was a token, a symbol of something she couldn't quite name but that made her heart race all the same.

They stepped back outside into the sunshine, and Emi felt like she was floating, her feet barely touching the ground. The encounter in the changing room had left her off-balance in the most exhilarating way, like stepping off a rollercoaster but still feeling the rush. As they walked side by side through the crowded shopping district, their hands brushed against each other. Unlike earlier accidental touches, this one lingered, a question hanging in the air between them, charged with possibility.

Satori turned his palm up. Emi's heart hammered against her ribs as she hesitated for only a moment before placing her small hand in his. His fingers curled around hers.

She looked down at their joined hands, his strong and slightly scarred, hers small and delicate with her favorite pale pink nail polish, fitting together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.

This isn't just a study date anymore.

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, Emi still trying to process everything that had happened. The connection between them felt tangible now, like a thin golden thread linking them together, vibrating with a new, exciting energy she'd never experienced before.

"Hungry?" Satori asked, breaking the spell, his thumb absently stroking the back of her hand in a way that made it hard to concentrate.

"A little," she admitted.

"There's probably a good ramen place nearby," he suggested, guiding her gently around a group of tourists. "Not as good as your family's, I'm sure, but decent."

"You remembered?"

"I remember everything you tell me," Satori replied simply, giving her hand a gentle squeeze that sent another wave of warmth through her body.

As they turned toward the restaurant district, Emi thought she glimpsed that same hooded figure from before, now sitting on a bench near a fountain with an elaborate water display. Something about the person's rigid posture seemed oddly familiar, a nagging sense of recognition at the edge of her consciousness.

But a group of laughing tourists passed between them, momentarily blocking her view, and when they cleared, the figure was gone, as if they'd never been there at all.

"Everything okay?" Satori asked.

"Yeah," Emi smiled up at him, pushing the strange sighting from her mind and focusing instead on the warmth of his hand in hers. "Everything's perfect."

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