After all, Ichika had been wearing his sweatpants that day!
Nakano Nino quickly typed out a message: [Ichika, you're a girl! How could you do something like that?]
Nakano Ichika: [What weird thing are you talking about? I don't understand.]
Nakano Nino turned to look at the wardrobe. She had the urge to open it and check inside.
In the end, she managed to resist.
"I'll deal with you when I get home!"
Nakano Nino knew there was no way she could get the better of Ichika over chat, so she simply put her phone away.
Now that things had quieted down again, the inside of her skirt felt uncomfortable.
"They're busy in the kitchen anyway. Maybe I could take it off for a little while? At least then I won't feel so uncomfortable."
Nakano Nino quickly came up with a plan.
There were tissues in the bedroom, too, so she could take care of things herself.
Sure enough, she felt much more comfortable after taking it off.
After all, wearing wet clothes was miserable. Sweating in your clothes during summer was bad enough, let alone when they were undergarments.
The girl was sitting on a chair, a tissue pinched in one hand, when she suddenly heard the doorknob turn.
Oh no!
She had only just managed to turn around when Fushimi Makoto's voice came through the door. "Itsuki asked if you want a meat bun. We can make some extra while we're at it... Hmm?"
The moment their eyes met, the entire bedroom fell completely silent.
From Fushimi Makoto's point of view, the scene was this: Nakano Nino sat there looking stunned, her skirt hiked up to her thighs. Her beautiful legs stretched out straight, slightly parted, her little feet in slippers. She held several tissues, which rested against