Called out
“Onoda, what’s that about the transfer student? I heard that she kissed you yesterday. Did Maemura know about it?”
As soon as I settled down on my seat, the guy behind me yanked my shoulder to raise that question, his tone clearly demanding an answer.
Well, that’s to be expected. He was not here yesterday and being aware that I am dating Satsuki, his reaction was pretty much standard. But then again, he’s a little meddlesome like this.
I glanced back to face Sakuma and, as always, put on my neutral expression, acting like what he just asked was insignificant to us.
“Yes, she knows. Truth is… I got punished by her yesterday. If I remove my shirt, you’ll see every mark she made.”
“Eh? That… What kind of mark? Claw marks?”
“Dude, use your imagination a little,” I smirked at the guy before switching my gaze to my desk neighbor listening in on our conversation.
With her straight eyebrows slanted and her pretty eyes narrowed, Satsuki graced us with her grumpy expression.