Crazy Idiot

“Why are you so stiff, Setsuna-nee? Are you worried about me? Don’t be. I can dance more after this.”

“Ugh. This shameless idiot. I’m not worried about you! I’m just... uncomfortable. Nothing more than that!”

With a shameless smirk on my face, I asked the woman whose movements were pretty much robotic as though she was still in the process of digesting what happened.

Ah. Wait. That was truly her current state at the moment. Bewildered at her own decision to take my hand and follow me back to the dance floor.

True to what Juri and I discussed earlier, I immediately went to invite her for a dance to prevent the woman from erupting like an agitated volcano.

Of course, not only she called me shameless for doing so but she once again put me in a headlock to express her frustration.