Seiji wasn't someone famous for being strong. In fact, he was famous for being trash. Izawa's guess was completely off the mark.
Seiji, not knowing how to respond to Izawa, remained silent. He glanced over at Natsuya and noticed her strange expression.
Izawa, however, mistook Seiji's silence for tacit admittance and confirmed his conjecture in his mind.
"I apologize for bringing this up again. I shall make no further mention of it."
"It's fine," Seiji said quickly. "I'm not someone famous for being strong..."
Izawa revealed a faint smile. "I understand. There's no need to say any more, Shiroya-san."
'Just what did you understand there?' When he saw Izawa's expression, Seiji knew that the man had definitely misunderstood him.
He wanted to explain, but he was clueless as to how he could do so. What was he meant to do? Reveal his true identity? While this was an option, he felt that it would be unnecessary.
