Great Progress
“We met on the train and I fought for her seat.” I turned around, stared at him for a few seconds before answering in a relaxed manner. Moreover, adding the last phrase was to elicit a reaction from the girl who looked as if she ate something bad.
“Oh. So that’s ho—”
“OI, Onoda-chi? What fought? Didn’t you squeeze the poor passenger to the right? It’s one-sided. Totally no fighting happened!”
Like I intended, Fukuda failed to finish because the girl walking next to me instantly flared up by the way I worded that phrase. She also quickly shifted back to her gyaru persona. Because in Fukuda’s and the other students’ eyes, she’s a known gyaru. If she suddenly acted like a sweet girl around me, they’d all be confused.
“But it’s true that I got you a seat, right?”
“That’s… totally correct… But I apologized for you, Mr. No Common Sense. You’re totally gonna get karma from being like that.”
“I’ll be relying on Ms. Common Sense then.”