Miwa Chisei was still blow-drying her hair when she heard a knock at her dorm room door.
She knew who it was just from the rhythm and force of the knocks.
She switched off the hair dryer and opened the door. Seeing the unusually quiet Satoru Gojo standing there, she felt a little puzzled.
"Need something?"
Satoru Gojo's gaze slid awkwardly over Miwa Chisei's half-dried hair before he held out the strawberry milk in his hand.
"So petty, running off that fast."
Miwa Chisei blinked, staring in surprise at the strawberry milk the boy offered her.
His words were still complaints, but his actions seemed gentle.
She reached out to take it, an unreadable emotion flickering in her red eyes.
"You won't write anything weird in the report, right?"
At those words, Satoru Gojo felt as though a soft feather had brushed against his heart. Every word of the apology he had prepared vanished from his mind.
He awkwardly turned his head away.
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
With that assurance, Miwa Chisei inexplicably felt relieved. But as she looked at Satoru Gojo, still planted in front of her door, she tilted her head in confusion.
"Was there something else?"
Satoru Gojo thought this kid was far too goal-oriented. The moment she got her answer, she was ready to send him packing.
Her defenses were impenetrable, leaving him no chance at all to show off his charm!
"Hey, Miwa, you're really not angry anymore, right?"
Miwa Chisei paused, then shook her head.
Satisfied with her answer, Satoru Gojo decided Suguru Geto was useful after all. He could put off beating him up for now.
"Then that's all."
With that, Satoru Gojo turned and left. Miwa Chisei watched this turn of events suspiciously, while the strawberry milk in her palm radiated a