He was embarrassed. No, mortified. And the culprit behind this was nobody else but himself. He glanced again at the blackboard; the words he'd written.
Then I'll be your first friend and help you make ninety-nine more.
Yeah, it sounded cool. In his head. A minute ago.
He wished the ground would open and swallow him whole. Of course he'd get carried away and start sprouting obnoxious nonsense. Him? Being Komi's first friend? Not a chance in—
Sounds good.
Huh? Was this for real?
Why was it getting warmer in here all of a sudden?