Fifteen minutes. No matter how I twisted it to my convenience, it was too short of a time to spend with Satsuki. Nonetheless, we gotta savor what we have, right?
Bringing her to the nearest vending machine located indoors, I got her lemonade. Even though she just used it as her way to escape from my teasing, she couldn’t deny her thirst for it.
And perhaps to make it better for us, we just shared that one can while talking about things related to their upcoming match. There’s no need to tell her my deeds today like beating up Taku and celebrating Saki’s birthday. She might get worried again and it won’t be good for her mental state.
Well, she did see my bandaged fist. There’s no way she wouldn’t. But after months of being together, she already could guess my intention and why I wasn’t telling her the reason for it yet.