Standing before me was the figure of Tsubakihara Naoto, who was holding the door of the club with one of her hands and staring at me with an intense look. With a nod and tensed eyebrows, her lips moved, "Yeah… who the hell do you think you are?!!"
Looking at her agitation, I decided to ask her, "What do you see me as?"
Her eyes widened for an instance as she took a slight pause and the words came out of her mouth were, "Huh?"
Judging by her reaction, I knew that asking that wasn't a good move. To improvise it and play it off, I answered in my usual blunt tone, "To answer you, I'm your underclassmen. That's it."
Narrowing her eyes, a look of distaste washed on her face as she shot back, "Then what gives you the right to tell me those things that day?"
I sighed and looked at her with an annoyed expression. Narrowing my eyes, I said in a low tone, "Senpai… if you're going on about the same bullshit, then…"
