“I’m surprised you recognized me this easily.” I smiled at the innocent girl before checking on our surroundings. Although we gathered some attention, it’s negligible.
With Misaki boldly hugging my arm like this, I was reminded of last week. Through her innocent interpretation of friendship, she’s gradually turning more and more open with her unclear feelings for me. And even at this moment, she probably thought that this was a normal thing to do. Even in public.
The girl blinked a few times, appearing a little puzzled at my words. Her paper fan pressed on her as she contemplated for a moment. “Ara? Does Ruki think I’m that terrible of a friend to not recognize you for a change in your hair?”
“No, of course not. But people found it hard to recognize me with this.”