Growth
“This is unfair. Injustice. How did this happen?” Sumire muttered to herself as she meekly sat between Chii and me. Compared to the other times that I encountered the girl, she looked like a little animal as she tightly hugged her bag to prevent Chii from groping her again.
“Sumimin, stop sulking. Aren’t you like, happy that we’re reunited? I missed messing with—I missed you!”
“You don’t have to reword it! I heard it loud and clear, Chii-chan-senpai!”
“What might you be talking about? Is it bad to miss my precious junior?” While keeping a playful smile on her lips, Chii continuously poked Sumire’s puffed-up cheeks.
The fake gyaru was clearly enjoying messing with this junior of hers. Watching that exchange between the two girls, not just me, even the other passengers on the train were widely amused. The two girls being cute and beautiful even amplified that. Making those other passengers writhe from their seats or where they’re standing.