As usual, I arrived at class earlier than most other students.
Somewhat unusually, I noticed that someone was sitting in my seat. It was a girl who I had talked to a little since the beginning of the Tachibana system, although we hadn't really been acquainted very deeply. Whilst the seating plan wasn't designated, generally, people would just sit in the same spot they always sat.
I didn't really care that much and simply sat down in the seat one spot forward.
"Mizuhara, aren't you going to say anything about how I'm sitting in your seat?"
I placed my bag on the ground.
"I don't mind."
I took out the book that I had been reading the past few days. For some reason, it seemed that she didn't stop glaring at me. I guess I couldn't just ignore it.
"You know, I've thought that you're a little weird."
I sighed, flipping to the page I left off last night.
"That's not very nice."
"I mean it. Shouldn't you care if someone's in your seat?"
Not particularly.