"Um... why are you looking to your side?" Sakurai asked, finally getting over her embarrassment.
"Well, your embarrassment infected me too... I can't look at you straight now without forgetting the face you made earlier." I told her
"Was my face... weird?"
"... I can't really call it weird... rather, it's the complete opposite."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing! Anyways, let's eat the cake I made, shall we?"
"Uh, yes. I'd like to do that."
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"How was it?" I asked, nervously.
"As expected of Inoue-san. It's delicious."
"sigh That's great then."
I sighed in relief.
"Um also, can I call you Inoue-kun from now on?"
"Eh?"
"Well I mean, calling you Inoue-san after all of this happened feels kind of... weird now."
"Eh uh... sure."
Well I guess that's natural. We have spent a lot of time together now after all. Or at least, it's longer than your average time spent with a normal friend. Not that I know what a "normal" friend is...