“C-Can… Can you believe that guy?!” A deep shade of crimson cloaked her cheeks; she put a hand to her face, hoping to disguise the fact. While they’d since left their previous company, her embarrassment continued to prevail. How the hell did Shintaro think he could get away with something like that and not get punched in the soda can gut?
“So, have you two...? You know, kissed yet?”
“Stupid... thirsty, virgin NEET! It’s none of his damn business!” she exclaimed, clenching her fist—as irate in posture as she was in tone. Her heart had been racing from the moment she’d heard the purposed question, and in addition, she’d yet to so much as glance Haruka’s way, fearing his reaction to the situation most.
If I had to guess, even now... you probably don’t want to kiss me.
She crossed her arms over her stomach defensively, looking away, hoping her discomfort would drift away in a moment. “Tch… Us,” she muttered to herself, feeling increasingly more disheartened with her own discouragement, “…kissing.”
