81. Interrogation
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The scene changed, and now it was Narita Ken's time to show off his fighting skills.
Satsuki groaned, and tore her gaze off the haunting deadly elegance.
She had just remembered that Narita had actually been shirtless on That Certain Morning.
Her eyes slightly glazed over.
Mitsuo plopped down to the chair next to hers.
"You okay, Satsuki?"
She woke back to the reality with a start.
"Huh? Yeah, sure."
"Uhhuh," Mitsuo huffed, unconvinced.
"You look kinda pale, you know," Taiki pointed out as he strolled over to them and sat down next to them.
"I've just had a bit of trouble sleeping," Satsuki mumbled. Which was actually true. "You know, new place and all that? I guess I'm missing my bed." Which was not as true.
"And I'm sure that has nothing to do with him?" Taiki questioned, nodding to Ken's direction, the sarcasm evident on his face.
"I don't know what you mean," Satsuki said evasively and refused to look at Narita.
"Please. You've been avoiding him even more than usual the past few days," Mitsuo noted. "And oddly enough, he has actually stayed back this time."
Satsuki blinked.
She hadn't even noticed that, having been too busy dealing with her own, panicky emotions. Narita Ken had actually been allowing her space ever since That Certain Morning.
Was he being considerate?
Or had he lost his interest after he had finally got what he wanted from her?
Hadn't her poor mind being shocked and confused enough already?
"Was it because of what he said during the question game on our first evening? He was kinda giving you the vibe then." Taiki spoke, startling Satsuki out of her thoughts again.
"Huh? What?" she had to think for a while to remember what Taiki was referring to. When she did, she blushed slightly. "No, I mean it was surprising but…"
"So, something else happened between you two?" Mitsuo asked, leaning closer to the young woman.
Her blush deepened.
"I… Uhhh… He… Ummm… No. Nothing happened," Satsuki stammered, her cheeks aflame.
Yeah. She didn't even convince herself with that.
Mitsuo sighed and shook his head, sharing a knowing glance with Taiki, who shrugged.
"Uhhuh. If you say so," he said, sounding very sceptical.
Taiki offered her a lopsided grin, and gently patted her shoulder.
"Well, just remember that we're here if you ever want to talk about it."
"Or if he did something that warrants for ass-kicking," Mitsuo added gruffly.
He might respect Narita, but if the actor did something to his friend, Mitsuo would make sure he would sorely regret it.
"Thanks, guys," Satsuki said, her lips twitching into something akin a smile.