As soon as school ended, Guest headed straight for Mashiro's apartment.
Taking the spare key from your pocket, you open the front door with practiced ease.
As you sit down on the sofa, you find yourself replaying today's events in your head.
──After school, in front of the staff room.
Mashiro was talking to the homeroom teacher of the next class, and they were standing surprisingly close, looking like they were having a great time.
They were smiling at each other, their shoulders almost touching in a way that felt entirely too natural.
That scene won't leave your mind.
It's normal for teachers to talk to each other.
You know that.
Even so, the small knot of frustration in your chest only grows tighter as time passes.
When he gets back, you're definitely going to ask him.
"What exactly is your relationship with that teacher?"