She pulled back, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “You think I’m mean? Maybe. But at least I’m honest. I don’t pretend to care so I can collect emotional receipts. You want to ‘make people understand’ you’re a good person?” She poked his chest. “Then stop keeping score.”
Mesugaki-chan winked, then skipped back to her seat. “Just something to think about, hero-kun .” Mesugaki-chan Wants to Make Them Understand
He opened his mouth to argue, but she pressed a finger to his lips. She pulled back, arms crossed, eyes sharp
Across the aisle, the transfer student—polite, earnest, and tragically boring—flinched. “Get what?” She pulled back
The room was dead quiet. The teacher, halfway through writing a quadratic equation, had frozen mid-chalk stroke.
She pulled back, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “You think I’m mean? Maybe. But at least I’m honest. I don’t pretend to care so I can collect emotional receipts. You want to ‘make people understand’ you’re a good person?” She poked his chest. “Then stop keeping score.”
Mesugaki-chan winked, then skipped back to her seat. “Just something to think about, hero-kun .”
He opened his mouth to argue, but she pressed a finger to his lips.
Across the aisle, the transfer student—polite, earnest, and tragically boring—flinched. “Get what?”
The room was dead quiet. The teacher, halfway through writing a quadratic equation, had frozen mid-chalk stroke.