Place a finger on my muse’s lips
The young woman's audacity came as a surprise; making him raise his brows for the fraction of a second. No one outside the council had ever dared touching him, and even the aforementioned knew better than that. Her disregard for boundaries was one of the things he hated the most about Ikishima, and the deliberate dismissal of them what he despised about the President. The former didn't know when to stop and back off, the latter knew she could do whatever the hell she wanted because she was the queen of the concil. The empress. He narrowed his eyes.
Jabami Yumeko's reasons for crossing this very line, forcing this kind of unwanted intimacy on him were unclear and for a moment, he closed his eyes. His lips had never been touched by anyone before. The realization almost struck him like lightning. He frowned when re-opening his eyes, locking gazes with his fellow student, but not making another attempt to speak. His expression said it all. Kaede took a deep, irritated breath through his nose before wrapping his fingers around her wrist - slowly, but firmly, to pull her hand away from his face.
Without breaking eye-contact, he warned calmly, but seriously: "Do not do that again."