"That brat…" Shiro pinched his forehead in annoyance. "Always meddling here and there."
"Thanks to that… otherwise when do you think you were going to tell me this, huh?" Tomoki grabbed his son's ear, to give it a light twist. "Who is the brat here, I wonder?"
"Okay-okay, sorry dad. You know I was busy and all… how do you think I could tell all of those embarrassing things I did?"
"Yeah yeah… I hope you at least apologized to her, instead of to me here," Tomoki left his ear, sparing him from the punishment.
"I did… but don't know if that's enough or not… I was being really unfair after all. Although she seemed to brush that entire topic away like nothing…" Shiro mumbled in a low voice. His thoughts strayed to the strange expressions he got every time from Airi, whenever things went serious between them. He noticed how strangely her expressions became cheerful, proud, and the next second it morphed into a sad lonely one.
