"A literary girl, huh..." No matter who had gotten dragged into this, they were already in it, so they might as well see who held the upper hand. Thinking this, Sogo Doma stroked his chin. "Is it just psychological? I always feel like once this type of cool, aloof character has that image shattered, they become even more ridiculous than everyone else..."
Utaha Kasumigaoka: "..."
So that was why the literary girl in your work turned into such a goofball!?
"Sogo-kun, the wind isn't very strong today!"
"It can't make much of a racket, then..."
"So that literary girl's image really was borrowed from..." Hearing the familiar exchange, Utaha Kasumigaoka's eyes gleamed red.
"How could that be? No matter how you looked at it, that literary girl wasn't nearly as busty..." Before she could finish, Sogo Doma righteously delivered a double entendre.
"So, Sogo-kun likes my bust, then?" For some reason, Sogo Doma sensed danger in those words...
"In this world, some people have foot fetishes, some have hand fetishes, some have breast fetishes, and others have lolita fetishes or big-sister fetishes... They all look down on each other's preferences. I'm different—I'm into all of them! So how could it possibly just be..." Just your bust?
"..."
Utaha Kasumigaoka fell silent for a while before saying quietly, "This really sounds like a pervert declaration..."
"Wrong. This is daring to face my own pure heart..."
"Pure heart!?" Utaha Kasumigaoka rolled her eyes. "With as many fetishes as you have, how could you possibly have anything to do with the word 'pure'? Sogo-kun, you must have used the wrong adjective. Though, boys in puberty..."
"Tsk, tsk..." Before Utaha Kasumigaoka could enter her explosive-commentary mode, Sogo Doma wagged a finger and interrupted her. "Why can't I call it pure? I just like these