"Honestly, if there really were something like mind-reading, things would be so much easier..." Watching Utaha Kasumigaoka type away with an upward curl at the corners of her lips, then thinking of the little bout of emotion she had suddenly shown just now, Sogo Doma rested both hands on the back of the bench and gazed up at the sky, sighing inwardly.
Girls' thoughts really were hard to figure out. His useless little sister was hard to figure out, Utaha was hard to figure out, Erina Nakiri was hard to figure out, Secretary was still hard to figure out, and even Yukinoshita had become hard to figure out now—proof being that she had actually held herself back and hadn't reported him, leaving the ten thousand excuses he had prepared with no chance to be used. Sigh...
"Sogo, with that sitting posture of yours, you're already getting close to being a useless middle-aged man." As Sogo Doma sighed, Utaha Kasumigaoka had already finished typing. After glancing at the salted-fish-like figure beside her, she spoke with wording that was slightly less sharp than usual.
"I'm merely appreciating the magnificence of the sky..." Sogo Doma, who didn't want to move once he went full salted fish, said with an expression that seemed to say, Your level of enlightenment isn't high enough.
Utaha Kasumigaoka: "..."
Before she could speak, Sogo Doma continued, "Besides, I was resting perfectly well on the rooftop to begin with. Utaha was the one who came looking for me, wasn't she?"
Utaha Kasumigaoka: "..."
Sogo was dodging the important point!
"Apparently, it's class time right now? Yet you're resting on the rooftop during class..."
"Umm~!" Before she could finish, Sogo Doma flipped himself upright. "You're on the rooftop too, so what position do you have to say that?"
Utaha Kasumigaoka: