Zhuzhu: "..."
After taking a few more photos of Setsuna to admire later, Amamiya Natsuki finally said goodbye and left.
"Looks like your cold's already gone." Before leaving, Amamiya Natsuki said at the door, "Don't forget we're going to the convention tomorrow. Otherwise, I'll have to come check on you again."
"Shut up." Zhuzhu pushed him with both hands. "I'll go, so don't come over."
You call that checking on me?
You were obviously just messing with me!
After seeing Amamiya Natsuki off, Zhuzhu breathed a sigh of relief. She padded back to her room in her bunny slippers, then flopped onto the bed and buried her face in the pillow.
Dummy Natsuki had done that sort of thing with Haimeng-chan last night. She'd decided she wouldn't pay him any attention again, but her body simply wouldn't listen. Whatever he told her to do, she did...
So useless.
So utterly useless!
It was all Dummy Natsuki's fault!
But... if Haimeng-chan could do it, then maybe she could, too?
At the thought, Zhuzhu's little face flushed red. She pressed her legs tightly together and rolled around, clutching the pillow.
Amamiya Natsuki left the apartment building and headed to Marin's home.
The trip passed in silence.
When they got back to Marin's home and stepped into the entryway, they saw a pink-haired girl sitting on the sofa, her smile bright and sweet. It was the upperclassman.
"Good morning, Natsuki-kun~"
Koyasu Tsubame waved happily.
Amamiya Natsuki nodded in reply.
"Good morning, senpai."
Kitagawa Marin handed him a glass of ice water and asked,
"How's Zhuzhu doing, Natsuki?"
"Just a little cold, nothing to worry about," Amamiya Natsuki said casually. "I treated her, so she should be better by tomorrow."
"That's good." Kitagawa Marin raised her right fist high. "Senpai's here, too. She just