Hey girl, want to do 25 episodes of blushing at each other and then looking away?
I'm jealous of your dress. ("Why?") Because it's touching your body, and I'm not.
Let's have a future diary. A diary of the future of you and me.
Instead of zone defense, what do you say we play some man-to-woman coverage tonight?
Life is better when we stick together.
Brrr! My hands are cold. Can I warm them in your heaving breasts?
You can treat me like an ad lib solo, and play with me any way you want.
Do you like to be the numerator or the denominator?
You remind me of Menma. Because even when I can't see you, I still feel you inside my heart.
That outfit would look great...in a crumpled heap next to my bed.