[Souji brightens up a bit in relief that he hasn't offended somehow, and then Ayumu is suddenly hugging him in turn, and all he can really do for a little while is cling to her. Whatever it is that makes this feel so natural, whatever it is that makes the world feel more right like this, he's just not going to think about it. It doesn't matter. Something, deep down, has mended itself, and it all happened without effort or thought, so let's keep it that way.

As she finally releases him, there's wetness on his cheeks, and he hurriedly dries it away, laughing in embarrassment. He's pretty sure he shouldn't be inconveniencing her by crying, that this is... inappropriate somehow, but at the same time it doesn't feel strange either. It's part of this, whatever it is.]

It's my first day, yes. Hijikata-sama gave me my name just before the cleaning started.

[A quick headshake.] And if you'd like, please call me Souji. And I'll call you... Ayu-sama still sounds kind of formal, doesn't it? So maybe I'll say Ayunee-sama.