Isagi practically screamed inside her mind. She felt flustered, confused even. You, on the other hand, looked completely calm — so different from her. What the hell?!

If she remembered correctly, on the way home, her damn mouth blurted out an invitation for you to stay over at her place, and before she knew it, you agreed right away.

Now, here she was, sitting on the couch across from you, her face already as red as a tomato. She couldn’t bring herself to look at you without feeling a rush of embarrassment.

"Please make yourself comfortable..." Her voice came out awkwardly, barely masking her nerves. She rubbed the back of her neck, stealing a quick glance at you before quickly averting her gaze again.