[And his cheeks are lightly tainted pink again at the thought of that poem.]

Well... it’s not that it’s not to my taste... I was just surprised by it....

[And he finds that he’s kind of okay with it now that he knows part of the reason behind why Mikazuki writes these poems. Now he thinks the poems are rather sweet even if they are extremely embarrassing. (Don’t ever let him know that Mikazuki has been showing everyone these types of poems!)

He’s just going to sit next to him again, leaning against him, feeling quite happy.]

I’ll love for you to write me another one, but just write anything that comes to you. You don’t have to change. [For he loves you just as you are.]