"You mean Love Live!, the school idols?" Sogo Doma reacted quickly, though his expression was none too pleasant.
It couldn't be helped. Although visiting maid cafés was legal and morally acceptable in this country, quite a few people still considered anyone who went to one terribly tasteless. Umm, that fit perfectly with a culture of shame where it was fine as long as no one found out... In fact, Sogo Doma didn't care if people knew he went to maid cafés—as long as it didn't bring him trouble.
If Utaha hadn't seemed on the verge of emitting black smoke, ahem... Of course, he merely didn't care. Compared to Kotaro Katsura, though, he fell far short...
"Hahahaha..." Katsura Kotaro was one of those "powerhouses" who could compete with Kondo Isao in having no bottom line when it came to shame. How could visiting a mere maid café possibly make him embarrassed? "Sogo, you clearly still remembered this..."
"Katsura..." Sogo Doma wanted to roll his eyes. "How long do you think it's been since we last met?"
"A very, very long time..." Kotaro Katsura answered with utter seriousness. "If we measured it in seconds... eheh, I can't even calculate it anymore."
"Quit playing dumb! At least convert it into days!" Sogo Doma couldn't hold himself back.
"Even if we convert it into days..." Kotaro Katsura said, "how did that old saying from the Celestial Empire go? One day apart feels like three autumns. Going by that calculation, it's been several years since we last spoke, right? Then if we convert those years into days, umm, I still can't calculate it..."
"Katsura..." Sogo Doma was stunned by that method of time conversion. It was heading toward infinity. "You might as well say it's been a light-year since we last met."
"A light-year?" Kotaro