"Although everyone's reactions were within my expectations..." Aside from Mashiro, who looked utterly clueless, and Sakura Yamauchi, who had just transferred in like herself, nearly every girl in the Service Club answered by shaking her head. Masuzu Natsukawa's eye twitched at the sight, and then her expression became wonderfully complicated.
"But I still want to ask—how exactly did you manage to get to this point?" He had barely declared himself an upright person before getting instantly slapped down by everyone. Just how unpopular was this guy...?
Yet if he was unpopular, their relationship seemed better than that of ordinary classmates. People would believe they were friends. So how had Doma managed it? How could he forge friendships with people while being disliked by them? Was this what one should expect from the genius Doma? He had effortlessly accomplished what others could not!
Sogo Doma was helpless too. Wasn't he upright enough? Aside from having a death wish now and then, he had no major flaws. He neither lusted after their bodies nor coveted their money—wasn't that upright enough? What the hell was with all this head-shaking? The others were one thing, but why was even Utaha joining in the mess?
"Heh heh..." If he hadn't weathered countless battles and seen all kinds of storms, he might have wanted to die in a situation like this. Fortunately, he could still retort, and with sound reasoning at that. "The truth is often held by the minority..."
"..." He was still stubbornly talking back at a time like this? Masuzu Natsukawa sneered inwardly, preparing her words to deliver the final blow.
"Doma, I believe you once said this, didn't you?" Before she could speak, Yukino Yukinoshita was already smiling brightly. She looked positively delighted as she said, "The eyes of the masses are