"Though I'm just a doujin artist, I should still thank Hayakawa for her support..." Sogo Doma said cheerfully as he watched Eriri's utterly bewildered expression.
That was right—she was exactly the one he had set up. If she had not been careless herself, would he have needed to put on this little act? Besides, it was not even a setup. Making the little blonde work hard, practice, and improve herself was helping her evolve!
It could not be helped; this little blonde was a terminal procrastinator. Even Mashiro knew how to make use of her time for creation, yet Eriri always waited until the very last minute before frantically starting to draw, even dressing it up with the excuse: "I don't want to embarrass myself in front of Mashiro-sensei..."
Heh. Hehehe!
Now that he had planted this flag himself, would this little blonde still dare to loaf around all day?
"Kashiwagi-sensei, you really don't need to say that you draw doujin..." Hayakawa Mana finally could not hold herself back from saying as Sogo Doma smugly reveled inwardly.
"Now that Hayakawa mentions it, I realize you're probably not eighteen yet, are you...?"
"But aren't you under eighteen too, Sensei?"
"The law says you can't read doujin before you turn eighteen. It doesn't say you can't draw it before you turn eighteen, does it?"
Hayakawa Mana: "..."
After remaining silent for a long while, she finally gritted her teeth. "Sensei, you're going to end up with no friends if you keep this up!"
Sawamura Eriri: "..."
Heh. Hehehe! Once the fan filter was stripped away, the club president finally understood what kind of bastard Sogo was. That was right—he deserved to have no friends!
Meanwhile, at the Service Club.
"Kasumigaoka, how did someone like you become friends with a bastard like Doma?"