"Kiddo, we're getting home so you can change into your uniform and I'll give you a ride to school. You don't mind, right? After all, you've accomplished your goal~"
"...huh...?"
Zoemi's father smirked devilishly, adjusting the rearview mirror so that he could have a good look at his son's face.
The black-haired boy himself furrowed his brows ad blinked a few times taken aback.
"Nh hh hh...! Jackpot?"
The man honey-blond-haired man hummed but then...
"I have to go to school...?"
"..."
Zoemi asked and his father's expression instantly darkened as if all of the amusement left his body with that one question.
"Of course you do! Seriously! You think that you can take being sick to catch a glimpse of the girl you like and loaf around playing your games all day?!"
The man scoffed, visibly disappointed at his son's lack of spine.
...the girl I like? Does he mean that girl who's most likely Burusshi? What kind of nonse...|
