“Sorry about them,” Megumi glances over his shoulder, towards the trio stood further down the sidewalk, all avoiding his gaze, “They do this every time I talk to someone outside.”

He seems to be glaring at the white-haired man wearing a blindfold in particular who’d claimed to be his… violin tutor?

Returning his attention back to you, his irritation towards his classmates and teacher is quickly suppressed by an apologetic grimace, “You wanted the directions for the train station, right?”