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(8)
“People don’t catch cold just from staying up all night in summer, you see~”
Numai stiffened. That didn’t go unnoticed.
Pretending not to see Numai’s reaction, Hiroo continued, “Unless they are stupid enough to do something improper when taking care of sick person, I think~”
Seguro stared at Numai in disbelief. “Seriously, Numai-san? Seriously?”
“What are you guys talking about?” Numai coughed, voice muffled by runny nose and surgery mask. “I don’t even know what this guy talking about. He’s speaking gibberish, I think.” Another light cough. “Unfortunately, though, I don’t speak gibberish.”
“You talk in your sleep, Kazuma,” Sakijima piped in nonchalantly, bringing Numai’s bag aside from his own. “And you did it on our ride to home. Everyone heard it, even Kuguri.”
Crap. “No I didn’t.”
Hiroo’s smile convinced the otherwise. “Yes you did. I recorded it, there’s a proof you can’t deny.”
“Hiroo no.”
“Hiroo yes. I’ve put it on group chat for posterity. No need to thank me, Kazuma.”
“…I hate you guys.”
(9)
“Oh, and Kazuma?”
Numai shot his so-called friends his deadliest glare. It worked, only a little. Takachiho shivered and Seguro winced. Hiroo and Sakijima, on the other hand, shrugged it off completely. “What else?” he grumbled, voice hoarse and throat sore as hell.
“I want to tell you something interesting, but you aren’t being a good boy so…”
“Shut up and tell me already.”
“Which one do you want me to do?”
“What Hiroo want to say is,” Sakijima mediated again before it ended up in useless brawling, “Kuguri did something interesting when he thought everyone were asleep.”
“Eh, what did he do?” Seguro asked, intrigued by the statement. He was being honest there; Numai could differentiate the fake and real curiosity, you see. Takachiho looked honestly curious too.
“Well, how do I put it…”
“Quit playing with me, Hiroo.”
“He kissed your forehead, Kazuma.”
“…”
“Kazuma?” Hiroo called, frowned suspiciously. He had a bad feeling about this. On his right, Numai was silent as statue, head bowed down and not replying. He shook his shoulder, trying to get any kind of response from the silent wing spiker. When that did not work, he nodded at Seguro and then turned his head to see his other fellow third years. “Sakijima, drop the bags now, I don’t think Seguro and I can take this passed out guy alone to the nearest bench—“
“I’m getting Suguru and Akama now!”
“Hurry up, Takachiho!”
(10)
“…what have you guys done when I’m not around, goddamnit…”
[really the end now]