Are you invited as well?
“Senpai, is that you?” Even before the guy could notice me, I raised my hand and called out to him in a loud voice, enough for those who were close to us to turn their heads and wonder who’s the idiot being loud in this already noisy area.
Ignoring all those, I walked over to him, acting like a very amiable junior.
However, as soon as he saw me approaching, the guy instinctively took a step back before a vein could be seen popping on his forehead.
“Ugh… Onoda. Stop calling me in a familiar way.”
“Why is that, senpai? Don’t we have a shared bond?”
“What bond?”
“Like this…” I stretched my arm and reached for his shoulder. The same shoulder that I squeezed back when he confronted me in front of Ishida-senpai. However, I failed to grab it. Goto Kenji retreated as quickly as a scared rabbit. Most likely, he instantly remembered that instance. His face twitched a bit as though he was also remembering the pain of that day.