“Um... could you leave, Tomoki-kun?” Makiri-sensei demands in a stiff tone.
I do as she says, turning in the direction of the exit. Unfortunately, just as I’m about to enter the dressing room, I hear a pair of old men walk in.
“Hah, this place is lookin’ just as deserted as ever.”
“Well, it’s no wonder—it’s a pain in the rear to reach. Plus, the owner’s so senile he’s pretty much got one foot in the grave.”
Their voices must be audible to Makiri-sensei as well, because I suddenly hear a splash of water behind me. I turn around and see her standing up in the bath, trying her best to cover her body with her arms so I can’t see anything.
“What the hell? There are two other men in the woman’s dressing room?! What is the meaning of this?!” she screams, having lost any semblance of composur
