Kujo Go and Sato Hayako stood at the doorway, chatting warmly. An almost imperceptible air of flirtation seemed to linger between them.
As they talked, Kujo Go seemed to conjure a rose out of thin air and held it out to Sato Hayako, stammering, "Th-this is for you..."
"Oh, um..."
Sato Hayako's eyes widened in surprise, but inside, he was wailing.
No, please! I'm a guy! Keep teasing me like this and I'm going to call the police!
He wanted to rip off his wig, grab Kujo Go by the collar, and yell, "I'm a man!"
But the moment he remembered his big sister's instructions, his courage vanished.
Seeing that Sato Hayako looked 'startled' and hadn't accepted the rose, Kujo Go's face gradually paled. He forced a strained smile. "S-sorry. I was out of line."
When it looked like he might turn and flee at any moment, Sato Hayako remembered that the mission wasn't over yet. He could only suppress his goose bumps and reach out to take the rose.
"N-no, it's nothing. I was just surprised for a moment."
His feminine voice was perfectly polished, soft and sweet—more pleasant than most women's voices.
When Kujo Go saw that his goddess had accepted his rose, he shot up from the depths of despair, his heart bursting with joy.
He grinned foolishly, at a complete loss for words.
Sato Hayako lowered his head, a captivatingly shy expression on his face. Kujo Go stared at him, dumbstruck, then blurted out, "Hayako, you're so beautiful..."
Ugh, somebody save me!!
Sato Hayako's scalp prickled. He nearly lost control and used his ability to send the man, who was enthralled by his 'beauty,' flying.
Seeing that Kujo Go seemed about to seize the chance to confess, Sato Hayako clutched the rose tightly and wailed inwardly.