"Absolutely not!"
"Or rather, that was simply impossible, wasn't it?"
Perhaps because he was pinned against the wall, or perhaps because Yayoi's Sharingan was spinning faster than ever before, Sahara Mizu's answer was utterly decisive.
"Really?"
Miss Yayoi stared at him, her little nose wrinkling slightly.
"When have I ever lied to you?" Sahara Mizu asked in return.
"..."
"But, but you were still at that woman's house so late at night..." Uchiha Yayoi seemed to want to keep up her angry expression, but her tone unconsciously softened considerably.
She suddenly looked somewhat vulnerable.
But what was wrong with feeling a strong possessiveness toward the person she liked!
Meanwhile, Sahara Mizu suddenly became firm, speaking with perfect confidence:
"Yayoi, don't you trust me?"
"I never said that."
Under his string of righteous counterquestions, Uchiha Yayoi, who had looked ready to swallow him alive just moments ago, suddenly found herself at a disadvantage.
However, rather than pressing his advantage, Sahara Mizu began to soothe her instead.
"Alright."
"I only got off work now because I was working with the big boss. I barely ate anything, and I'm starving to death."
"With our relationship, having to keep doubting each other would be exhausting, wouldn't it?"
The young man's tone was gentle and warm. Though he had just been pressed against a wall, he showed no sign of being swayed by the heavy-girl effect, his smile as sunny and cheerful as always.
Hearing him say that, Miss Yayoi, who had waited in the cold wind for several hours, immediately felt a little regretful.
She had actually let a little of her 'true nature' show in front of Mizu.
Miss Yayoi could not help sighing inwardly and said softly:
"Mizu..."
Yet Sahara Mizu acted as if he had not taken it to heart at