Even though this drama isn't particularly tear-jerking, when Minamoto Tamako saw Kaoru proposing to Tatsuro at the construction site, she still ended up crying her eyes out.

"Wuwuwu... It's just so wonderful..."

She hooked her arm around Fushimi Roku's arm, leaning slightly on his shoulder, expressing her feelings while pulling out tissues to wipe her nose.

It was the first time Fushimi Roku realized how low her threshold for tears was. As he looked at the pixelated quality and the crappy special effects in the opening, he felt nothing at all, finding the melodramatic plot even a bit amusing.

Nevertheless, the feeling of Minamoto Tamako leaning against him wasn't bad at all.

He could smell the shampoo fragrance from Minamoto Tamako's hair, felt the light weight against him, warm and so soft, as if he was holding a cat.

Fushimi Roku was a bit embarrassed to put his arm around her; if it were another woman, his hand would've probably already found its way inside her clothes or pants.

But the one nestled in his embrace was Minamoto Tamako.

Fushimi Roku kept giving himself mental pep talks, resting his right hand on the sofa's backrest, his fingers tapping impatiently.

He had maintained this posture for almost eight hours.

At first, Fushimi Roku thought "101 Proposals" was a movie, but as he watched more, something felt off, and the story kept getting longer. Pretending to get some cola, he paused it, actually wanting to check the progress bar, only to find it was actually a TV series.

Forty minutes per episode, twelve episodes in total.

Midway, Taira Sakurako ordered delivery for them, and they had a light lunch on the sofa with chain pizza, typical junk food.

It wasn't until four or five in the afternoon that Minamoto Tamako finished watching the drama.

Her first reaction was wanting more, feeling it was truly a great story, poignant and touching, destined to become a classic in film history.

As the credits started rolling on the TV screen, Minamoto Tamako yawned, stretching lazily. Her slender waist stretched under her shirt, tracing a soft curve around her waist and hips.

She hadn't slept all night last night, so she planned to catch up on sleep in the morning, but she ended up watching the long tape, leaving her little rest.

At some point, Fushimi Roku changed the tape several times because Minamoto Tamako got so into it, wanting to finish it.

After stretching, Minamoto Tamako instinctively wanted to snuggle back into the sofa, maintaining the comfortable position from before.

As her head tilted, she leaned instinctively against Fujimura-kun's shoulder before realizing something was off.

... Wait a minute!

... When did they get into this position?!

Minamoto Tamako's eyes widened, her lips immediately pursed into a '^' shape, her little head starting to heat up, and her legs couldn't help but curl up.

Fushimi Roku also didn't say a word, looking all calm as he leaned back on the sofa. His fingers stopped tapping the backrest, and the bouncing of his leg also ceased.

The two just sat there, facing the black TV screen, motionless, neither of them speaking up.

The living room grew darker, with a little light filtering through the curtains; they could vaguely see the screen's reflection.

Minamoto Tamako sneaked a glance upwards at Fujimura-kun, but she couldn't make out his expression, only a faint silhouette.

She stared for a moment before realizing Fujimura-kun seemed to be watching her too. Startled, she quickly pulled her head back.

"Ahem," Fushimi Roku cleared his throat, "Are you hungry?"

"... No." Minamoto Tamako said softly.

"What's next on the list?" Fushimi Roku turned his face away, his gaze unfocused, and his attention fully centered on her in his arms. At this moment, touch was more sensitive than sight.

"Wh-what's next?" Minamoto Tamako asked.

"You know, the couple's checklist. Didn't you make one? Now we've watched the movie and held hands. What's next?" Fushimi Roku feigned indifference, deliberately using a casual tone as if discussing 'what to do next at work'.

Even he wasn't sure why he was nervous, but somehow, he just felt inexplicably tense.

Minamoto Tamako thought to herself that she didn't actually make a list; it was something he came up with.

But she didn't correct him and instead gently reminded, "W-we haven't held hands yet."

Saying this, Minamoto Tamako looked down at Fujimura-kun's left hand. She was hugging his arm, and his hand rested obediently on the sofa cushion, not moving.

She couldn't help but reach out a finger, gently poking the back of Fujimura-kun's hand.

Fushimi Roku felt a slight tickle, as if something were lodged in his chest, and his heart was pounding fast.

He turned his left hand over, palm facing up.

Minamoto Tamako poked his palm again, like a chick pecking at rice. Before she could retract her hand, Fushimi Roku closed his fingers around her small hand.

A big hand enveloped a small hand.

Fushimi Roku could feel Minamoto Tamako gently scratching, her almost translucent nails grazing his palm.

He softened his grip slightly, and Minamoto Tamako's fingers slipped through the gaps in his fingers.

Their fingers interlocked, heartbeats and pulses seemed to transmit through their palms.

Minamoto Tamako said embarrassedly, "M-my palms are a bit sweaty."

"It's okay." Fushimi Roku originally wanted to say his palms would sweat too, but he couldn't put it into words and didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, so he let it slide, assuming it was all Minamoto Tamako's sweat making his palms slightly damp.

The two sat silently for a while, not calming down but rather feeling their body temperatures rising.

The heated atmosphere spread throughout the living room.

This time, before Fushimi Roku could speak, Minamoto Tamako broke the silence first, "N-next is a kiss..."

Prior to this, Fushimi Roku had already disabled the cameras in his house, removing and discarding them where he could, and those he couldn't, he sealed thoroughly with tape and glue.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.