If it had been the Young Lady, Hayasaka might have agreed. But...the real question then wouldn't have been Hayasaka—it would've been whether the Young Lady would agree.
Kitagawa Marin: "Natsuki, come along with us. Everyone's coming over later, so we can all cosplay together."
Amamiya Natsuki agreed. He changed his clothes and got ready to head out. Staying home alone really was pretty boring.
When he reached the tram station, he spotted a girl in a blue-and-white sailor uniform standing beneath the shelter, looking around expectantly. She was obviously waiting for someone.
The girl had a curvy figure, cascading black hair, and bright, beautiful eyes. Even just standing there quietly, she kept drawing furtive glances from two junior high school boys nearby.
"Master!"
When Sayu saw Amamiya Natsuki approaching, her eyes lit up. She rose onto her tiptoes, waved happily, then trotted over to him.
"M-Master?"
Hearing Sayu call out, the two junior high school boys looked utterly devastated.
"What did she just call him?"
"I think it was 'Master'..."
"Could it be some kind of master-servant thing?"
Watching Sayu happily run toward Amamiya Natsuki, only for him to hold her back with one arm, left the two boys feeling as if the world had turned against them.
"Damn it!"
"A cute girl runs up to you, and you actually push her away? That's just cruel!"
"And you make her call you Master? To the gallows! He has to be hanged!"
"..."
Amamiya Natsuki had no idea about the two boys' bitter resentment. He raised his right arm to block Sayu as she tried to throw herself into his arms, then casually said,
"It's too hot. Don't hug me."
"Aw..." Sayu puffed out her cheeks. "Just one hug."
Amamiya Natsuki said,
"No hugs. I'm covered in sweat."
"Master's so mean,"