Uchiha Gen laughed for a while, but when he saw the punk girl keeping her head lowered, he leaned sideways in confusion and found tears silently falling from her eyes.
"What... what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Hearing that, the punk girl jerked her head aside, turned away completely, and buried her face in the gap.
"Uh..."
Uchiha Gen hated this kind of situation most—when someone suddenly ignored you without saying why, then just sat there crying alone.
If it had been a little boy, fine, he would have just grabbed his head and twisted it. It was not that he treated people differently; boys really could take a beating better than girls.
"If you still won't talk, I'm leaving!"
"Go on! Leave, then! You big jerk!"
"...What exactly is wrong? Is it that time of the month?"
"...What you drank was my food ration for the whole day."
The punk girl raised her head, tears still clinging to her lashes. Her eyes were slightly red as she glared at him resentfully.
"Pay up!"
"...I don't have any money."
"I don't care! If you don't have money, go earn some!"
Uchiha Gen shrugged, picked up the can from the floor, and examined the ingredients and nutritional information printed on it.
"This thing is your meal?"
"...Are you really an alien?"
"I've said it several times. I really am an alien."
Knock, knock, knock!
Just then, someone suddenly knocked on the door, immediately drawing both their attention. The punk girl's expression turned serious. She quickly stood up, padded to the door on catlike steps, and looked outside through the peephole.
"At this hour, who..."
"Shh!"
Just as Uchiha Gen was about to speak, she cut him off. He shook his head helplessly, sat down on the bed, and began fiddling