“Your nails”. Misa says, looking down at him with a tight smile. 

Sorahiko’s excitement morphs into confusion. He looks down at his hands, yet doesn’t see the problem. He doesn’t understand what she’s referring to. 

He looks back at Misa with visible confusion. 

“Your nails are digging into my thighs”. If possible, her tight smile gets even tighter. “It’s uncomfortable”. 

Realization dawns on the omega, he pulls his hands off her thighs and ...