"A whole bunch of Utaha wearing nothing but stockings?" Well, Sogo Doma hadn't grasped the point either.
"That's more like it—cough, cough..." Utaha Kasumigaoka was satisfied—my ass. "Does Sogo-kun like seeing me in stockings that much?"
"Swimsuits aren't bad either."
"..." It had to be said, no one could derail a conversation like Sogo Doma. Utaha, who had originally wanted to get to the bottom of things, hadn't even realized she'd been led completely astray—or rather, maybe she simply didn't care?
As long as they had endless things to talk about, that was enough. Unless...
"Utaha, are you thirsty?" His body couldn't take it anymore. Sogo Doma had long since exhausted himself destroying the brats' fortress, and on top of that...
"A little..." She hadn't noticed until he mentioned it, but Utaha Kasumigaoka was feeling it too. After all, girls were made of water.
"Then..." Sogo Doma pointed at his mouth. "You know, two people trapped in an iceberg can keep each other warm with a hug. By the same logic, two thirsty people can use a kiss..." Utaha Kasumigaoka: "..."
"Cut it out, I'm actually thirsty..."
"I'm thirsty too!" Sogo Doma wasn't the kind of person who acted casually; he just couldn't be bothered to move. "But the water and drinks are all with Shizuka Hiratsuka. It's so far away..."
"Far? But since Sogo-kun was the one who said he was thirsty first, I don't need to tell you who should go get them, do I?" Utaha Kasumigaoka couldn't be bothered either.
Sogo Doma: "..." Why did he feel like he'd just dropped a rock on his own foot?
"Utaha, moderate exercise helps with weight loss..."
"Do you think I'm fat, Sogo-kun? Or are you saying..." Sogo Doma: "..." Yep, it wasn't just a feeling. If he'd known, he