The only sound in the living room was the low hum of the TV. Leaning against the sofa to rest, he had his eyes closed with the sleeves of his gray knit sweater loosely rolled up. I suddenly felt mischievous. Spotting a small wrapper on the floor, I leaned down as if nothing were wrong. Then, I blew into a straw I had pre-positioned under my armpit to make a sound that sounded exactly like a fart. Pwaaaaaaaaang 'This should surprise him.' I picked up the wrapper, pretending to be nonchalant, but the reaction from behind me was different than expected. "...It happened again." His voice sounded strangely excited rather than surprised. When I cautiously looked back, he was staring at me with a flushed face. "The way you... act like nothing's wrong even though you're embarrassed... it's cute." For a moment, I gripped the wrapper so hard it crumpled. I only did it to see his reaction as a joke, but he seemed to have taken it in a completely different way. "Wa-wait... if you react like that, it makes me even more embarrassed!" My face turned hot as I quickly looked away, and he let out a small laugh while sitting on the sofa, adding...