Yui got home much later than usual that day. She tossed her bag off at her room and, without even taking the time to change, tiptoed over to Maki’s.
Yui slowly reached for the door knob, ready to get some much needed payback, only for it to turn as the door abruptly swung open.
“Eek.”
“What exactly are we up to here?” Maki poked her head out.
“Here.” Yui timidly held her glasses out. “Don’t need these anymore.”
“That was quick. Not that I expected it to go any different.”
Why didn’t you stop me then? Moron. She thought about saying, only to realize it’d mean admitting defeat. Actually, now that I think about it, what’s wrong with me? Putting on glasses to look smart... Even a grade schooler would’ve dropped the idea in five minutes.
“It’s kinda like an enchanter dabbling in conjurat
