"Ayaka?! Are you al—"
Mari's voice caught in her throat as she froze in place. Her eyes widened at the scene before her.
Haruto—topless—was on top of an equally topless Ayaka. It didn't take a genius to figure out what they had been doing in the infirmary.
Mari's mouth hung open in shock, unable to process the sight.
"Wh-what?! I was worried about you two, and this is what I found?!" Her voice shot up in pitch as she frowned, crossing her arms.
Unlike before, she didn't run away or feel betrayed. Instead, she just felt… annoyed.
'Am I getting used to seeing Haruto with someone else now?' she thought bitterly.
Still, despite her irritation, a dull ache lingered in her chest.
"Wait, Mari… I can explain," Haruto said as he moved to stand up, reaching toward her.
But Ayaka grasped his wrist, stopping him.
"It's me," she admitted. "I was the one who asked him to sleep with me."
Mari blinked in surprise.
