"Shirakawa..."
His girlfriend's voice came through with a chilling undertone, her slender, fair hand gradually gripping his collar, and pulling him close, "What's going on here..."
"I can explain..."
"Explain? What is there left to explain!" The sobbing girl pinned the old scumbag by the sink, angrily saying, "I thought this was a Calligraphy Club gathering, but it turns out to be a full-on interview with your harem!"
"That's not a very rigorous accusation..." Shirakawa Sawahei whispered, "Hayakawa Kashi isn't even here yet."
"Do you really want her to come?"
"It's not like that." Shirakawa Sawahei deflected, "At the very least, I had no idea Asano had called you all here."
"Really didn't know?"
"Really didn't know." Shirakawa Sawahei wrapped his arms around the girl's soft waist, speaking earnestly, "Did you not notice that she summoned me here as well?"
