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Aiura’s telling some kind of story, teeth glinting with mischief as she lands the punchline of a climax. As expected, the group surrounding her desk bubbles with laughter.
The sparkle in her smile doesn’t reach her eyes.
She’s not a liar, but she’s a great pretender.
Saiki doesn’t like to interfere, but he’s the only one who can read her mind, who knows how much she’s hurting. She’ll probably give him a brave face, tell him she’ll be okay.
But later when he asks the simple question-“You okay?"-she surprises him with tears, falling apart and into his arms.