So infuriating!
Utaha Kasumigaoka felt like she had lifted a rock only to drop it on her own foot. With Komaru, a "child," in the car, she couldn't get onto the highway—but what she hadn't expected was for Mashiro Shiina to get in because of that, seize the steering wheel, pull off a drainage-ditch turn, and immediately throw another straight ball...
What left Utaha Kasumigaoka even more helpless was that there was nothing she could do about it.
Should she unleash a wave of forceful, venomous remarks? Leaving aside whether Mashiro could even understand the meaning behind her barbs, how would Komaru see her after that? Her image would be shattered...
Thump!
Just as Utaha Kasumigaoka was letting her thoughts run wild, Sogo Doma formed his fingers into a blade and lightly tapped Mashiro on the forehead, stopping her childish behavior...
Childish! That was how Sogo Doma defined Mashiro's actions just now—perhaps, to Mashiro Shiina, forehead taps were a game, and she had been excluded from it. The feeling was like a group of children finishing a game of hide-and-seek, only to forget someone who was still hiding and leave them behind.
Of course, Mashiro couldn't put that feeling into words. She only knew that she felt a little lost, and a little uneasy—afraid... afraid of being abandoned...
"Sogo, forehead taps don't hurt..." Mashiro Shiina said seriously as she rubbed the spot where she had been tapped.
Hamster Umaru: Aah!
Utaha, there's a traitor among us.
Utaha Kasumigaoka: -_-!
No, as expected of Mashiro. This way of raising affection levels was way too unfair!
"Idiot, I only tapped you lightly. How could it possibly hurt..." Nice one, Mashiro. With her saying that, Umaru and Utaha couldn't slander him anymore, right? Thinking that, Sogo Doma casually rubbed Mashiro's head.
"Sogo's hand