Setting down his pen, Kamio Tatsuya was ready to go see how Horikita was doing. Had she cried herself unconscious? No, probably not.
By now, Horikita had stopped crying, but her expression immediately turned troubled.
She had only just made up her mind to start over, and then someone had caught her in such an embarrassing state.
What was more, when he had dragged her here just now, Horikita had found herself feeling a little relieved.
What was going on?
In any case, Horikita wanted to thank Kamio Tatsuya. He was right: if she lost control and started crying outside, someone might see her.
If someone had to see her in such an embarrassing state, Horikita Suzune would rather it be Kamio Tatsuya than anyone else.
It wasn't the first time, anyway.
He'd helped her again. Yes, she should go thank him.
With that thought, Horikita got up from the floor. But when she reached the bedroom door, she couldn't bring herself to open it—or even knock.
Right, she should wash her face first. She'd just been crying, so she must look a mess.
While she hesitated, the bedroom door opened, and Kamio Tatsuya appeared in the doorway, naturally seeing her tear-stained face.
If Horikita didn't usually go without makeup, then...
She'd look even worse right now.
Kamio Tatsuya had seen her in such a miserable state, and Horikita felt terribly awkward.
"You've seen me looking pathetic again."
"If you're feeling better, go wash your face. Otherwise, if someone sees you, they'll think I did something to you."
Kamio Tatsuya couldn't be bothered to tease her about it. There was no point.
"Thank you."
After thanking him quietly, Horikita followed Kamio Tatsuya into the bedroom, then went into the bathroom.
Kamio Tatsuya's room was very tidy, and he kept the