Apology
As always, when the club hours ended, I fell into my usual routine of escorting the girls who I wouldn’t be able to walk home to their bus stops or the station first.
Apart from that, I also made it a task to check on Marika. With the photo we took already sent to Ichihara Jun, it wouldn't be wrong to assume that he might direct his anger at the girl.
Also, I found it strange that he or his followers didn't bother me today.
He might be already afraid of me but I also couldn’t dismiss the possibility that he’s smart enough to select the fight where he’d win unconditionally. For example, against Marika who had nothing but herself.
That made my worry about the ringlet girl's well-being multiply.
With the weekend looming on us and how busy I would be, there was no way I would be able to rest easily without doing something, no matter how little, to make sure that she’d be fine.