Seijirou walked slowly beside Touka, their steps synchronized, navigating the bustling hallway as students spilled out for lunch.
Touka, having lowered her long bangs back over her eyes, was chatting softly about a book she had just picked up.
Seijirou's mind, however, was replaying the scene he had just created outside the library doors.
'Why did I do that?' he wondered, a flicker of self-analysis hitting him.
Antagonizing Taro—revealing Touka's hidden face, asserting physical dominance, and casually claiming her attention—was an unnecessary move, something he wouldn't usually waste energy on.
Not to mention he doesn't even have any beef with Taro, so doing that to him was completely unnecessary.
He pondered for a few moments before he blinked, and then a wry, unsettling realization dawned on him.
He had done it because he thought it would be funny.
The logic was drawn not from real-world morality, but from the cruel, detached perspective of a competitive gamer.
