“Did you get a load of that guy?” Momoka asked loudly, her face filled with delight at the absurdity of this new turn of events. She turned and looked over her shoulder as the group filed out of the gates. “What a weirdo!”
From the crowd, there was an uncomfortable murmur of assent, other members of her class, each in their different uniforms nodding in agreement, each more comfortable with one another than Miki could ever imagine being with them; each adding little comments as they passed by, bidding their farewells, fragments of conversation, snippets of exchanges, a word mentioned again and again:
“—tape.”
With a broad smile, Momoka turned on her heel directly and looked at Miki, and she became uncomfortably aware that Yuusuke was not far behind her.
“Hey! How about karaoke?”
Miki
