Renji had been asked many questions in his life, most of which he had answered with little to no difficulty, and then he would receive a test score.
Of all questions he'd been asked, none was as difficult as this one.
He sat frozen on his stool, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes quivering, and his jaw slackened.
For a time that felt like an eternity, Hitomi's unexpected question hung in the air, like a sudden storm cloud over their planning session.
What even made it worse was her nervous, cute face.
Her cheeks were flushed, red like pretty cherries, and her eyes were wide and hopeful, lips parted in that tiny determined quiver.
And she was gazing at him. So intensely, so cutely, as she waited.
What was he supposed to say?
She wanted to be his girlfriend? Him?
Renji's mind reeled, shock rippling through him as he processed the words.
For a long time he'd asked himself this question, but now it was more valid than ever.
Why the hell did Hitomi even like him so much?
