Sumire glared harshly at the person beside her.
"D--don't glare at me like that. I warned you, didn't I?"
She wanted to tell him it was a bit late, but that was just an unnecessary outburst of anger. She needs to control her temper more. Besides, it seems Yuhi-san got wet too.
Sumire averted her gaze from Yuhi and tugged on her shirt that was hugging tightly into her skin. The unusual cold seemed to gradually vanish, yet she felt short bursts of pain in her chest.
This is bad, and this hasn't happened in a while. She was more sensitive to the cold than most people. She never knew if her chest pain was related to her asthma or not since most of the time, and she had a hard time breathing. Her anxiety can cause breathing problems, too, and that will lead to pain.
