"(I could only nod, huh?)" Noah thought as he entered Judge Schnee's room.
Fenrir's words were still bothering him. At first he only took it as a joke, but either that boy was naturally flirty or…
"... Urgh…"
This couldn't happen at a worse time. He just fully realized that he would probably be the target of many boys in the future and that he could do mostly nothing about it. Regardless of what Fenrir saw him like, he had to prepare to live those kinds of moments—no, worse things were probably going to happen in the future.
"(You really have the worst possible timing, little one. The worst.)"
He had to think about something else. Besides, he would probably not have that many suitors considering his probable reputation and special conditions—there was no need to worry so much.
"..."
Though if he DID have any suitors, they would either be ignorant at best, and really determined at worst. He could already tell how much of a pain that was going to be.
"(Urgh…)"
