Chapter 120
"Can you not scratch my palm?" I murmured, my neck turning red.
Though Shizune wore only a standard flak jacket and combat uniform, she still felt warm in the coastal breeze.
"Oh!" Saitama nodded, continuing the small movement with his fingers, hand still resting in hers as they sat side by side.
"Any injuries from this mission?" Shizune asked, shifting topics when Saitama didn’t let go despite agreeing.
"Do I look injured?"
Saitama patted his chest boldly with his free hand, grinning.
"That’s good," Shizune replied softly, for some reason breathing a quiet sigh of relief. She nodded repeatedly, her lowered head bobbing like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Is there something interesting on the ground? Why won’t you look at me?" Saitama teased, lifting her chin gently with his fingers.
"No!" Shizune’s face flushed, but she didn’t resist the unexpected gesture. Slowly, she raised her gaze, her clear eyes locking onto his with shy intensity.
"Haha, what’s wrong?" Saitama asked knowingly, brushing her nose lightly, feeling the faint heat on her face.
"Isn’t it obvious?" Shizune turned away, not expecting Saitama to be so forward this time.
"Haha!" He scratched his head and laughed.