"Luna?" I turned my head toward Kio.
"Oh, you're already awake. How are you feeling?" I asked softly.
"I'm sorry, Luna… I fainted." I reached out and brushed his hair gently. In my opinion, Kio is the weakest among the eight boys.
Compared to the others, he really is the softest one. And honestly, he's even prettier than most girls — cute, delicate, with this innocent aura that makes people want to protect him. A lot of girls like him, but he always ignores them.
"Stay here for a bit and rest," I told him, glancing out the window. "Until the rain stops."
"I wish the rain won't stop," he whispered. I didn't hear what he said — and honestly, I had no intention of asking.
I was about to stand up when he suddenly hugged my arm. I looked at him. He looked like a cute puppy, eyes big and pleading.
