My eyebrows frowned when I heard Miyu’s question, not because I was bothered by the question itself, but because of the way she asked that. Her tone was accompanied by a threat like she was trying to let me know that she won’t back down on Nishimoto no matter what my answer would be.
Does she see me as a threat? I thought to myself. Is she that head over heels about Nishimoto? A grin flashed on my lips, and I noticed how her eyes widened when she saw that but she immediately gained her composure and stared at me back while pressing her lips into a thin line.
“Don’t worry. I’m not interested in Nishimoto.” I replied, then averted my eyes and continued walking. Miyu, on the other hand, was left there dumbfounded, but she soon managed to recover and followed me again.
I hated gett
