Ichinose Honami had been so alarmed by what she had just read that she had failed to notice Tatsuya Sakuya's entry.
Following the direction of the pointing finger, Ichinose Honami searched the notebook carefully, afraid of missing any details.
Soon, she found the line.
"Tatsuya Sakuya: eternally wise and correct..."
Without giving it any thought, the girl read the entire outrageous statement aloud.
Oh no. I let my guard down.
This is way too embarrassing. Even the usually composed Tatsuya Sakuya felt mortified.
He practically wanted to curl his toes hard enough to carve an entire three-bedroom apartment into the Palette Cafe's wooden floor.
She must think I'm a raging narcissist with terminal main-character syndrome now!
Tatsuya Sakuya instinctively glanced around. Only after confirming that no one nearby had heard that socially fatal line did he relax a little.
"Pfft..." Ichinose Honami covered her mouth, struggling not to laugh as she asked, "Are these character assessments you collected yourself, Shiba?"
"Ahem, more or less..."
Tatsuya Sakuya tactically cleared his throat.
Seeing him at a rare loss, a mischievous glint flashed in Ichinose Honami's eyes. She picked up the fountain pen on the table and added three descriptions to the end of his entry.
"Handsome, helpful, and classy."
Naturally, Tatsuya Sakuya wholeheartedly agreed with "handsome" without the slightest hesitation.
After all, he had previously placed first in the looks ranking privately compiled by the first-year girls.
As for "classy"?
That probably meant... someone who had his own standards for aesthetics, conduct, and choices, who didn't follow the crowd or act tacky, knew how to exercise restraint, and had an effortlessly pleasant air about him.
But...
Tatsuya Sakuya pointed to the middle word and gave Ichinose Honami a peculiar look.
"Ichinose, do I look like some kindhearted saint who loves helping people?"