Pushing open the door to the master bedroom, Kamiyagawa glanced to the side.
He noticed that the study door was wide open.
Satoru stood there with arms crossed, leaning against the door frame, staring straight at him.
"What's up?" Kamiyagawa asked her.
"So slow, it took you ages to come back, you're really just a small fry." Satoru huffed lightly and turned her face away.
Having triumphed in the big fight, Kamiyagawa was in a good mood and didn't want to squabble with the girl, but instead teased her with a smile, "Worried about me?"
"Ha?!" Satoru turned her face back, furrowed her brows, and bared her teeth provocatively, "Who would worry about you, I was just worried about Mary!"
"Alright, alright."
"Hmph!"
Satoru flipped her ponytail and turned to close the door.
At that moment, some crude red lines extended from under the study's door, slowly solidifying into a small stub of crayon, and rolled to Kamiyagawa's feet.
