Half an hour later, Mihara-san returned, bringing with her the trolley where I placed my uniform.
With the door locked behind her, it created another atmosphere between us wherein we’re alone in a room.
Just like earlier, even though there’s no reason for her to watch me change back to my uniform, Mihara-san’s eyes never left mine.
She even met my gaze and although faint, she wordlessly told me to do my thing and get done with it.
Although I could call her out for it and ask what’s the deal this time, I refrained from doing so and just began changing back to my uniform, slowly taking off what I was wearing.
I knew this felt like I was stripping for her but I had to confirm my guess.
By these two instances, I could only put out a guess that she’s interested in me or my body.
Obviousl
