But Oohara-san

. . .

didn't look like she was joking.

. . . .

Let's assume that the red string she was talking about exists in reality.

Let's assume I'm tied to a complete stranger.

. . . . . .

. . . . . .

…It feels complicated. .

. . . . .

She hates me, after all!

. . .

But no, she actually doesn't…

There's nothing I can do about it—

Ah, geez, it's become hard to understand.

. . . .

. . .

. .

. . . . . .

—after she tells me not to stick around any more.

Regardless of whether the string is true or not, I'm fine as long as I know she doesn't hate me.

I'll avoid her according to her wish,

exactly the same as it's been until now—

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Come on, stop it!

…

. . .

Now, change your seats. .

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