Zaimokuza lifted his face. “Indeed, that is true…”
Now that they brought it up, I was interested as well.
“I guess we should look it up…”
As Zaimokuza had so elegantly stated earlier, everything was on the internet. That included things that shouldn’t be on there.
“Yukinoshita, let me use the computer.”
“…We aren’t a computer room.” Yukinoshita mumbled as she stood up. She took out the laptop and promptly prepared it for me.
I faced the laptop looking to ask Google-sensei some questions and a chair was placed down next to me.
When I looked to my right, Yukinoshita was sitting in the chair and digging through her bag to take out her glasses.
After gently lifting up her glossy, black hair, she carefully wore her glasses as if she was putting on a tiara.
Her slender and supple fingertips slowly moved away from the frame of her glasses. Whenever she blinked, her long eyelashes looked like they were close enough to brush the lenses. Once she had finished preparing, without facing anyone in particular, she nodded and quietly scooted the chair in to look at the laptop.
In doing so, her hair would flutter with the sweet fragrance of SABON11.
Close…
With her sitting right next to me, I had this strange, itchy discomfort that caused me to wrestle my body to the left so I could get comfortable. But when I did that, my nose was greeted with a faint whiff of lingering citrus.
Before I had even realized, Yuigahama made her way around to my left and was sitting.
She leaned her body forward as if to rest her chin on the table. Every time our elbows lightly bumped each other, we’d exchange glances telling the other to make some space.
But just when I thought she’d open up some room, Yuigahama would avert her eyes and our positions would stay the same. In that case, I had to do the moving, but when I felt the hems of my blazer rubbing past her skirt, I was unable to move any farther.
…Close.
Furthermore, there was another presence behind me.
Indoor sandals squeaked against the floor.
When I turned my head around, Isshiki was standing behind me. She peeked her head past the tip of my shoulder to look at the screen of the computer.
The sensation of her hands which she placed on my shoulders as if to lightly entrust her weight on mine and her body warmth made me strangely conscious and even her shallow breathing had reached my ears. Thanks to that, chills ran up my spine.
…Like I said, you’re too damn close.
With my flanks and my rear occupied, my only option was to pitch forward.
But even my front was sealed off.
Zaimokuza came directly to my front and looked down on the laptop as if he was some kind of giant, bald yokai.