Bab 68: Ch 67: Fruits of Our Labor

  Minami's fingers tightly curled around the handles of her purse as she began to storm out of the room.

  Just as she was about to grab the knob, the door flew open.

  Standing there was Naoto in a t-shirt and sweatpants holding a tray with dinner sitting neatly on top.

  He looked her up and down and tilted his head.

  "Where are you going?" He asked, dumbfounded.

  "I'm leaving! You're really gross, you know that?! I found your photo stash in your drawer!"

  Naoto's eyes widened, "Hold on…"

  He placed the tray carefully atop his bed, making sure it wouldn't spill, before turning back to her.

  "What are you talking about?"

  Minami tightened her grasp on the photos in her other hand.

  "There were photos of me from my photoshoot. You're disgusting! Why do you have those?!"