Before Satoru Gojo pointed it out, no one else had realized Sakura was eavesdropping.
After all, their senses told them perfectly well that Sakura was in the lounge next door. She was neither pressed against the door nor leaning against the window, so the thought had never occurred to them.
But once Satoru Gojo brought it up, they discovered that the clever little rascal had pulled a trick on them-she had actually made a rudimentary "bug."
It was really just a "string telephone," the kind made by connecting two disposable cups with a length of cotton thread.
An inconspicuous string ran through the gap under the door, with one end held to Sakura's ear and the other hidden among the clutter in a corner. None of them had noticed it.
Aikawa Kaze seriously doubted how effective this "eavesdropping" could be, but considering Sakura's sharp senses, perhaps she really had caught a few snippets?
He considered himself anything but stuffy, yet the sight still made the corner of his mouth twitch as he turned to Satoru Gojo.
He could not shake the feeling that Gojo had encouraged this sly, childish stunt. He had no idea how the man had managed to team up with Sakura behind her parents' backs in such a short time.
"Gojo Sensei, Sakura is a minor. And she's only in el-e-men-ta-ry school!"
Aikawa Kaze gave Satoru Gojo a disapproving look. He agreed that people had to take responsibility for their own choices, but a child's worldview was still immature.
Especially when the choice involved mortal danger-how could they let a child's preferences decide it?
At a time like this, they should obviously discuss it with her guardians. What business did a child have butting in?
"No way! You can't be serious!"
Satoru Gojo gasped, looking like a