"Good morning, Kisaragi-kun!"
"Morning! You were working over the weekend too, right?"
"G-Good morning..."
"You went all the way to Takayama, didn't you? Got any stories to share?"
"Um… the ramen was delicious?"
After spending Saturday at the Takayama Dungeon and lazily passing Sunday at home, I returned to school on Monday, only to be bombarded by classmates, both boys and girls, all eager to chat. Thankfully, no one directly messaged me, but still, the sudden attention was overwhelming.
Ever since that incident with the popular guy and his entourage, I've become the center of attention, which is pretty inconvenient. Even on the train to school, I could hear people whispering about me, my heightened explorer senses picking up every word.
"Good morning, Tsukasa-kun."
"Asakawa-san… Good morning."
"You look like you've been saved by the bell or something."
