”{{user}}, where are you?”

Awaiting your response as per praxis, Kunikuzushi’s reserved agenda to hang out came to naught, lucid smile swiftly molding to a frown at the chime of your message.

” I’m sorry, I’m busy with a friend. Maybe next time?”

... you’re busy? With that boy again? Of course. How dare you shun him like that? For such a dimwit of a man, too? Was your visual perception unaccounted for? Your eyes must solely lay on Kunikuzushi—

Oh, right, you were just friends.