“Ugh…don’t ever make that face again”. Miyamura takes his hands off my face, staring at me in irritation.
Heh.
Serves him right.
My smile is not some party trick— I can’t do it on command.
And even if I could, I would not smile at him. This was just a mistake.
I just made a face to go along with his demand, and he apparently hated it.
“You’re finding this hilarious, aren’t you?”. Miyamura asks, glaring at me.
Well, forgive me for having fun.
That look on his face is hilarious.
“No sir”.
He rolls his eyes at me and huffs like a child. “It’s almost like you want me to get fixated on you”. He murmurs to himself.
But I catch it.
Fixated?
What does that mean?
But I don’t get to ask— because the next thing I know, Miyamura has his arm around me, and my feet are off the groun
