Sakura sat on the floor by the low table, looking at her computer screen on her desk. She could have sat by her desk, but had her bluetooth mouse and keyboard on the floor in front of her. She rested her cheek against her palm, supporting herself against the table next to her.
“Saku-chaaaan…”
On the other end was Tomo. His body covered most of the small table while he had his face downward and arms stretched toward Sakura. He whined into the table, while his friend looked utterly uninterested in his troubles.
“Saku-chan, why did Yama-senpai act like that?” He lifted his gaze, hoping she would answer to Ken’s peculiar behaviour.
She turned to him, holding back her laughter, though her dainty frame shook, and she looked amused with a smile playing at her lips. “For the hundredth time, I
