"??? Do you even hear what you're saying?"
Kushida had just texted Komi that she was feeling unwell today and resting in bed. When she received Sagara's call, she had actually been rather happy—at least that bastard knew enough to show some concern for her.
But you're calling to ask for that bitch Horikita's phone number?
Her previously decent mood exploded in an instant. If one had to describe just how bad she felt right now, she probably needed to vent twice.
"Well, there are a lot of reasons on my end too. Out of everyone I know, you're probably the only one who has her number," Sagara said, scratching his nose with a hint of embarrassment.
Tachibana-senpai, could you please not look at me like that? I'm helping your student council president here.
Sagara was rather speechless at Tachibana's expression, as though she were looking at some scumbag. Who did she think he was helping, anyway?
"You..." Kushida desperately wanted to curse Sagara out over the phone and then hang up on him.
But she couldn't. She knew there were other people beside Sagara; otherwise, he would not have called her "Kushida-san." Though she had no idea who the other party was, she had to do everything possible to avoid even the slightest chance of exposing the relationship between the two of them.
Still, she was so angry!
Kushida punched the bed beneath her hard, jostling her body and making her let out a pained groan.
"May I ask what you need Horikita-san's number for?" Enduring her physical discomfort, Kushida sat upright. As she had in the past, she buried all her emotions deep inside and spoke to Sagara in the "little angel" voice she always used. Yet the more she did so, the more an unbearable irritation welled