More often than not, Mashiro could be remarkably clever. When she noticed that everyone else had changed into swimsuits because they were going to play in the water, she set her sights on Sogo Doma. As luck would have it, she happened to spot where he was at that moment, which led to her asking Sogo to put on a swimsuit...
"That's true..." After giving it some thought, Sogo Doma stroked his chin and said, "This isn't a pool or the beach—just a little stream—but since everyone wants to play in the water, changing into swimsuits wouldn't seem strange..."
"That's right..." Mashiro nodded. "Sogo, let's change into swimsuits together..."
"Hold it right there!" Before she could finish, Sogo Doma cut in. "Why do you insist on seeing me in a swimsuit..."
"Because I want to see..."
"..." That straightforward? Sogo Doma's eye twitched. Ever since she had arrived in this country, he had been the one looking after her, sure—but he had consciously kept his distance while doing so. For instance, when she had first arrived, she had not even known how to put on clothes...
Had it been an ordinary person, they probably would have used the excuse of caring for or teaching her to help her get dressed. A little brushing contact here and there, and perhaps the atmosphere would have turned ambiguous. If that had happened, he would have had nothing to say if Mashiro developed feelings for him. But how clever was he?
With just a little maneuvering, he had shoved the responsibility of teaching Mashiro how to dress and wash up onto Ako Tamaki, completely snuffing out any possibility of those delightful developments.
Later, although Ako Tamaki had gone home, Mashiro had learned to dress and wash up by herself. Besides, Umaru had been there