Expressionlessly and monotonically, Itsuki lowered his head.
What was this? Was Itsuki this sort of person?
“Itsuki, what happened?” (Naofumi)
“… I don’t know.” (Itsuki)
“Are you hiding something again? You sure like doing things like that.” (Naofumi)
“… Am I hiding something?” (Itsuki)
“Umm… Itsuki, have you possibly forgotten just who you are?” (Naofumi)