In Kaori' POV.
Wait. Huh!?
I'm… jealous?
No. No, no, no. That can't be it. There has to be another reason. Something else. Anything else.
But then—why does this burning irritation keep gnawing at my chest every time I see them talking? It's like a mosquito buzzing near my ear, persistent and impossible to ignore. I shake my head, exhaling sharply. It's not like I care. I don't care. I don't—
My gaze drifts back to them, completely against my will. And there's Chi, sitting across from Yuto, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she laughs at something he just said. Laughing. Like he's the funniest person in the world. Like just being around him is enough to make her day.
What's so funny, huh?
I tap my pencil against my desk, my fingers tightening around it. My jaw clenches. It's probably something dumb. It has to be something dumb. Yuto isn't exactly a comedian, and Chi? Maybe she just has terrible taste in humor. That's all this is.
And yet—