Pitiable
To have time to check on Izumi-senpai, Arisa and I left the abandoned clubroom ten minutes early. Upon arriving there, we found the two sitting on opposite ends of the long table they always used.
At the far end, Ogawa had his head lowered as though all his spirits drained out of him. Whether Izumi-senpai made him like that or he just got depressed on his own, I had no idea. My head quickly filtered him out, after all.
Instead of that, I quickly moved behind my girl even before she could turn her head to the door.
“Did you shoot him down when he finally confessed?” I jokingly asked at the same as my arms slipped from her shoulder, hugging her from behind.
Izumi shuddered a bit from the suddenness of my appearance. If not for recognizing my voice, she might’ve given me a handprint on my face.
“You! Do you think I’m that cruel? Besides, if he’s never going to confess to me.”