He could hardly process what was happening. He was alone with a goddess who was bad at communicating. She wrote a question on the blackboard and he answered it normally. Maybe he was still hallucinating.
A perked-up Komi was fun to watch. Why did she grow cat ears? He couldn't remember having that particular fetish.
Was he the only one who noticed her struggle? He didn't know how to react. Awkwardness creeped in. Just leave, pretend this didn't happen. It probably didn't happen anyway.
A very real tug on his jacket stopped his attempted retreat.