Click, the hotel room door closed.
"So, Sakura, have you realized that the first day of these three days just passed like that?"
Facing the girl who placed her hand on her own cheek, Uesugi Sakura felt an unusual sense of confinement under her gaze.
"So quickly?"
"Just like that." Hanamaru Hanabi said, puffing her cheeks and sitting back on the big bed.
"Hanabi, are you... still angry?" Uesugi Sakura turned to look at her.
"I wouldn't get angry over such things."
"Still angry, right?"
"No."
Uesugi Sakura squatted down in front of her, holding one of her small hands with both of his, resting them on her knees, and looked up at her.
"I really didn't do it on purpose."
"I... I wasn't really angry..." Perhaps lacking confidence, Hanamaru Hanabi blushed and turned her head away, reluctant to look at him.
Uesugi Sakura gently played with her delicate fingers, stroking them with a smile: "What's my favorability score now?"
