"I have a confession to make."
Daichi said, moving his gaze away from her face. Every time that he looked at Miho, the words that he'd formulated in his head would just fade away from her beauty.
At the word confession, Miho's cheeks visibly reddened, though it was imperceptible in the moonlight.
Despite being almost 18, she'd never been confessed to, at least not so earnestly like this. Thus she began to panic a little, though she tried to hold it back.
"I… I didn't create that training plan."
Daichi's words seemed like a douse of cold water which was poured over her head. Suddenly, Miho began to feel embarrassed that she had misunderstood his words.
"Hmph."
Instantly, she went on the defensive, crossing her arms and looking at him with annoyance. In truth, she had an inkling that such a training plan was not written by him.