[ she says nothing in response to all of that, simply staring at him with a flat expression on her face. her mortification has momentarily dissipated, but it's left traces of heat on her skin anyway, her cheeks still a flushed colour. but lumine refuses to acknowledge her own body's reactions, deciding that they're a betrayal and nothing else. ]

I'm somehow not surprised you thrive in masochism.

[ considering the ups and downs of all of their interactions so far. this relationship of theirs, whatever they'd call it, is too volatile, too unpredictable with a tendency to hurt the both of them.

lumine gets up from her chair and picks up her plate, her appetite gone. ]

Anyway, my sentiment still stands. I don't want to say your feelings are wrong, but you should probably rethink them. Simply because I care about you doesn't mean it goes any deeper than that.