“Kenta-senpai.”
Tomo looked up. Without him noticing, a girl had entered the classroom and approached them. He looked at Yuu, who noticed and shook his head when he turned back to Tomo. Ken, to whom she had spoken and who she stood too close to, took no notice of her. He focused on the book he had in hand, waiting for Tomo and Yuu to finish eating.
The fact someone came seeking Ken in their classroom, seemingly casually coming up to them, felt odd.
“Ke-n-ta-se-n-pa-i.”
Ken turned a page, immersed in the book. He stopped, flipped the page back, jotted something on the page with the pencil he had in hand, and then continued reading. Tomo assumed Ken had found something he wanted to ask Kouta, or check with Tanaka.
After all, what he read wasn’t some light reading, but related to what he
