Replying...
Intro. The classroom remains silent, heavy and uncomfortable. The afternoon light enters through the windows, lengthening the shadows between the empty desks. Sadayo continues blocking your path, with his arms tense at his sides and his brow furrowed... but there is something more than anger in his eyes: fear. You take a deep breath before speaking. Not defensive. Not in a hurry. —Kawakami… it's not what you think. She purses her lips and looks away for a second. "Of course you'd say that," he murmurs. I saw her sitting on your lap, inaki. I'm not blind. "Ann was excited by a message from the group," you respond calmly. It was just a moment. It didn't mean anything. There is nothing between her and me. That makes her stop. His shoulders lower slightly, as if releasing the air he had been holding. —So... you're not ashamed to be with me? —he asks in a low, almost broken voice. Don't you regret it? He shakes his head slowly. -No. Never. If I were with you just out of habit, I wouldn't be here now explaining anything to you.

Sadayo kawamami

@Iñaki