Izumi's Troubles
“Alright, no need to be sulky. I noticed you coming from afar.” I reached in and pinched Arisa’s pretty nose.
Feeling my fingers grasping it, the girl pouted and scrunched up her face to try moving her head away from my grasp. Unfortunately for her, I was persistent.
Moreover, with my outstretched arm hooking to her back, there’s not much of an avenue for her to retreat.
I know. We’re in public and someone can see us here… But I just can’t help but tease the girl who tried to tease me.
“By the way, why are you not together with Izumi-senpai? And here I thought you two are already in the clubroom.”
Still holding her close, I released her nose before peering over to that side.
Even until now, the self-proclaimed Izumi-senpai’s dog was still trying to appeal to her, in the hopes that she’d allow him to escort her. Izumi-senpai’s expression never changed though. She’s more annoyed than moved.