The next morning, Naoya had just exited the station’s ticket gate when he happened to spot a petite figure.
“Morning, Sasahara.”
“Hey.”
It was none other than Koyuki. Naoya stood there absentmindedly for a moment, and Koyuki seemed to take this as some sort of small victory.
“Slack-jawed and lame as ever today, huh?” she teased haughtily. Her acid tongue was in prime form today. “Sorry, but you look more lifeless than the geezers strolling around the park. If you can’t shape up, don’t even think of coming anywhere near me.”
Seeing that Koyuki had slight bags under her eyes, Naoya slowly covered his mouth and whispered, “Damn, you’re seriously cute...”
Koyuki blushed and shouted, “Would you stop blurting random crap out?! What d’you mean, ‘I’m cute’?!”
“I just thought it was really a
