Caught off guard by my directness, Sachi’s eyes widened slightly. Her fingers fidgeted around the edge of her notebook as she tried to come up with an answer. For a moment, she looked like she was debating whether to dodge or dive in. Then, with a small huff that somehow highlighted her cuteness, different from her usual athletic confidence, she turned to face me fully.
“Okay, fine, Onoda-kun. You’re too good at this, you know? Seeing through people like this. And here I thought I got you cornered, but it was the other way around instead.”
Resting her elbows on her knees, Sachi leaned forward and whispered, “I’ll be straight with you. I can’t help but keep watching you. Uhm… don’t give me that look, it’s not like that! Well, maybe it is. But it’s because you’re… different. Ugh, what am I saying?”
Ending that with a facepalm, Sachi nudged my arm with her forehead as though telling me not to press anymore.