Mashiro truly lived up to her name. Beneath the surface, she was definitely not black, but a holy white light capable of illuminating the world!
"Sogo, are you all going to keep this cool hairstyle from now on?" Just as Sogo Doma was sighing inwardly, Mashiro Shiina, standing at the entrance to the second floor, looked between the three of them and asked.
"Wait..." Faced with the innocent Mashiro, Sogo Doma finally discovered his "conscience." Ahem, fine, he was afraid Mashiro would get carried away and actually go to school with the same "fashionable" hairstyle as him, then tell everyone Sogo had done it for her. Wouldn't that earn him another bizarre character label!?
"Mashiro, don't tell me you really want to try this hairstyle?"
"Mm!" Mashiro Shiina nodded earnestly.
Sogo Doma: "..."
It was over, it was over. Mashiro might not be black beneath the surface, but the things she did really made people...
Utaha Kasumigaoka and Umaru Doma shot him sidelong glances at the same time. He understood exactly what they meant: "Sogo, you're the one who called Mashiro's hairstyle fashionable!"
Sogo Doma: "..."
Were these two really that in sync? Couldn't they use that tacit understanding to help him out of this mess? No, he had to think of a way to tactfully make Mashiro give up on the idea.
While his thoughts raced, Mashiro Shiina continued, "Sogo, can you be models for Mashiro?"
Huh? Why had the topic suddenly shifted from changing hairstyles to being models? Sogo Doma froze. Was he unable to keep up with her train of thought? No, why did he need to keep up with Mashiro's train of thought!? Fine, this was not the time to think about that. Being a model was better than getting tangled up in the previous topic,