(It's not like Aoba can't tell Masaomi would swing at him at a moment's notice, because lo and behold, he's yelling at Aoba, who can do nothing but sigh loudly, like he's pretty much done with this.
He is, and he'll make it clear by standing up again, patting his hoodie's wrinkles nonchalantly.)
Listen, maybe that's the face he showed you. The face he showed me is another story.
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He is, and he'll make it clear by standing up again, patting his hoodie's wrinkles nonchalantly.)
Listen, maybe that's the face he showed you. The face he showed me is another story.