Makoto completely froze up, torn between two reactions; flee, or lie through his teeth. Byakuya was too smart to buy anything he could come up with, so he went with the first option. Whirling on his foot, he made a beeline for the exit. Guess he wasn’t getting that midnight snack after all.
It seemed like there were still remnants left behind of all those years he played baseball, quick reflexes allowing him to hook his fingers into Makoto’s hoodie to keep him from running off.
“Naegi, that’s incredibly rude. At least answer my question before running off.” Byakuya was either extremely tired or he needed a new pair of prescription glasses, he still had no clue that the ears and tail he was seeing were indeed real. “Are those the Necomimi things I’ve seen about?”