How are you this courageous?
"Onoda-kun, here."
Just as I was about to part ways with them, still a fair distance from the school gates, Ohori-senpai suddenly turned around and hurried back towards me. Her expression was a mix of urgency and something else. Was it hesitation?
She looked to be on edge. Her eyes darted around as if she was checking to make sure no one was watching us.
It made sense.
That cuck ex or his followers – or even that newspaper club guy – could be lurking nearby. It’d be another trouble again if they spotted us together.
She took a moment to survey the area, but with so many students around us, it was impossible to be certain if anyone was paying attention.
Taking a deep breath, she reached into her bag and pulled out something small and colorful. She held it out to me, her hand shaking slightly.
I took the item from her, and when I realized what it was, a smile spread across my face. It was a handmade crochet rabbit, vibrant with different shades of pastel yarn.