Sogo Doma suddenly felt that kids these days were far too serious—and far too stingy. Who was he? Even setting aside the Doma Family, he was one of the Elite Ten. Not just one of them, either—he was their leader!
And now, to spare them from someone's torment, he had lowered himself to prepare food for them, yet she was still fixated on her self-propelled... ahem, kettle?
Sure, he had snatched it from her, but being able to snatch it was a skill in itself! Fortunately...
"The kettle..." Sogo Doma had already coordinated with Utaha Kasumigaoka, so he calmly looked at her with an expression that said, See? She's resisting me. "Utaha, come to think of it, we should thank little Rumi. If she hadn't painfully parted with it this afternoon, we'd probably have died of thirst..."
"So that kettle belonged to the little girl?" Utaha Kasumigaoka "said in surprise," as if she understood. "That makes sense. Only such an adorable little girl would use such a distinctive kettle." Rumi Tsurumi: "..." Damn it. These two were clearly accomplices. One dared to steal it, and the other dared to drink from it. What was the point of exposing him now?
Time to go, time to go... Seeing this, Sogo Doma smugly raised an eyebrow at her. The meaning was so obvious that even the little girl who was about to leave could feel it—Still trying to expose me, huh?
Didn't see that coming, did you? The reason he had talked to Utaha for so long just now was to give her a basic impression—that Rumi Tsurumi was highly resistant to him.
With that impression in mind, how could Utaha possibly listen to her? Rumi Tsurumi: "..." She took back her assessment that she had never seen anyone so shameless. This