Before I could even tap a starting letter to reply, new messages from Koizumi-san popped up consecutively.
“I’m sorry, Onoda-kun! It’s not my—”
“Forget it. Come and pick us up. We’re waiting for you at this station.”
“No… It’s Sets—”
“Yes, Setsuna is with me. She wants you to escort her to her little sister.”
“Hurry up.”
“???”
And so on…
Well, just from that, it’s easy to guess what’s going on. That damn older sister of Satsuki was the one trying to mess with me.
Should I stop being too polite with her? Uh. No.
It’s still her phone, after all.
I thought for a while before typing in my reply.
“I’m sorry, Koizumi-san. I have to meet Satsuki. Please tell Setsuna-nee-san to behave. I’ll tell Sakuma to pick you up.”
Seconds after sending that, an angry sticker popped up followed by
