B-because...! The last time this happened, a kiss on the cheek would do...

Honestly, Kara-kun... do I need to draw you a diagram? Idiot...

[ But with that embarrassed way he mumbles through his discontent is any clue, he's far more flustered than upset. Stop making this weird, he wants to say... but also he doesn't really think Karamatsu knows of any other way, so he gets a pass so long as he tolerates his grumbling. ]

Like... like this.

[ With some hesitation, Aoba lifts slightly on his toes and leans forward, planting his chilled lips against Karamatsu's forehead. He leaves it there for a good two seconds and then pulls away, looking redder than before but fully confident that this is all that is needed to drop the barrier.

Except... it does nothing. Nothing changes. They're still trapped. ]

...Eh?!