“Please excuse me.” I politely muttered to the air as a proper show of respect as I followed Ishida-senpai into their front door. On my hand were bags containing the ingredients we bought at a nearby supermarket.
Once she changed into house slippers, Ishida-senpai placed another one for me before taking the bags from my hand.
“You don’t need to be so stiff. Feel free to rest in the living room, Onoda-kun. I’ll take this to the kitchen.” She raised the bags and went ahead of me.
Even until now, she maintained a neutral expression as if it’s nothing to her that she invited a man inside her house. Given that she knew how dangerous of a guy I was, she’s too relaxed around me that I was the one being giddy instead.
That was unusual.
Is this reverse psychology at work? I don’t know.
Earlie
