Fingerprints came from the oils secreted on the surface of the skin. But before even getting to whether fingerprints on clothing could prove that molestation had occurred...
Lifting fingerprints from rough, soft cotton fabric was nothing like lifting them from a smooth doorknob.
Getting palm prints from cotton clothing was at least a criminal-investigation-level challenge. And even if they managed to develop them, it would be difficult to make them clear enough to compare.
Amasawa Yuto had no idea how much Kushida Kikyo knew about this sort of evidence, but the hysterical look on her face was downright unhinged.
"Just do as I say, and you wouldn't want to get cyberbullied by a bunch of girls, would you, Amasawa?"
Kushida Kikyo looked at Amasawa Yuto provocatively, apparently thinking he had no choice but to accept his fate.
"Kushida, you just said I could do whatever I wanted with your body, right?"
"If you can help me get rid of that bitch Horikita, I'll pretend to be your girlfriend. I won't mind doing the things couples are supposed to do, either~"
"That may be so, but the couple in your class, Yosuke Hirata and Kei Karuizawa, don't seem very close?"
Amasawa Yuto asked. He'd wondered about that before. Hirata and Karuizawa had started dating at lightning speed on the second day of school, but they didn't have any of the sweetness you'd expect from a couple.
He'd never dated anyone himself, but it still seemed strange for a couple to call each other by their surnames.
"Those two? Knowing Hirata, he was probably confessed to by Karuizawa and didn't know how to turn her down, so he just sort of went along with it and became her boyfriend. Hirata probably doesn't like Karuizawa." Kushida Kikyo offered her observation.
"Anyway, Amasawa, how