Friends or More? (1)

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.