"That professor with the glasses isn't half bad." Chūya Nakahara had always felt a natural fondness for people who valued loyalty and friendship. Even though someone had exploited his sense of obligation before, he couldn't help letting go of his irritation now. "Exactly. If you're friends, you should be sincere with each other."
Of course, Chūya Nakahara really did value his relationships. As for Mori Ougai... let's just smile and say nothing.
Satoru Gojo framed his chin with his thumb and forefinger. "If he dares betray An's trust, I'll definitely beat him up."
"But even if they're friends, An's very, very, very closest friend is still me!" The overgrown child never missed a chance to stake his claim.
"Oh, give it a rest. I don't think An Xinyi wants to look after a twenty-nine-year-old man-child like you at all." Shoko Ieiri mercilessly tore into her classmate. After all, that damn cat had caused her more trouble than she could count... of course, he had also shielded everyone from countless problems. But that was beside the point. Satoru Gojo needed a good smack.
"Exactly. Poor thing, having Satoru latch onto him." Suguru Geto's sympathy was entirely sincere. Satoru Gojo might have been strong, but he was also an absolute menace. The only thing that had grown was his age!
"What? Satoru is obviously the sweetest, cutest boy." Satoru Gojo cupped his face, clowning around even as wistfulness settled in his heart.
It had been too long. The three of them hadn't joked together so easily in far too long. Ever since Suguru Geto defected, there had been no returning to the past.
Megumi Fushiguro, who had been harassed by that "sweetest, cutest boy" for ten years, rolled his eyes.
Santoka Taneda pressed his fingers to his brow, his voice carrying both