"H-How could there possibly be any evidence? I never..." This wasn't tsundere behavior—Eriri was panicking.
"There is..." The club president calmly picked up where she left off. "Doma, if you're willing to join our art club, I'll tell you what the evidence is."
"Eriri, do you think I should join?" Sogo Doma's expression grew increasingly strange.
"Like I care whether you join or not!"
"Yet this club president said she'd discussed it with you..." Sogo Doma grinned with great delight.
"She absolutely didn't!"
"She even has evidence..."
"That's even more impossible!"
"Then what does this club president have to say for herself?" Sogo Doma tilted his head and tossed the question back.
"Tsk, tsk..." The club president merely wagged a finger. "I really do have evidence. As long as Doma joins our art club, I'll produce it. Then Doma can judge for himself whether it counts as evidence..."
"President!" If not for the sake of her image, Eriri would probably have told the other girl to shut up.
"This club president..." Seeing the little blonde starting to crack, Sogo Doma hurriedly reminded her, "You're awfully practiced at selling Eriri out..."
"Doma, you don't have to call me President. My surname is Hayakawa—Hayakawa Mana..." Or rather, Hayakawa Mana seemed especially forthright at that moment. "As for selling out Sawamura..."
Sawamura Eriri: "..."
Why had she joined the art club in the first place? If she hadn't joined, she wouldn't have carelessly handed her notebook over to this girl. If she hadn't handed it over, Doma wouldn't have had to step in. And if Doma hadn't stepped in, she wouldn't have been dragged here as the bridge between him and the club president...
And President Hayakawa was selling her out right in front of her! The key was that she clearly knew