hoopla
Casting a sidewards glance towards the group walking behind him, Kusuo can only roll his eyes at the insistence of his classmates on coming over to his house that day.
Good grief, he thinks to himself, as he continues walking, obviously ignoring the hoopla, and ultimately walks forward without looking back, in hopes he’d drop them somewhere on the way. Still, he was thankful the girls had opted visiting Mera at one of her part-time jobs instead, despite Teruhashi saying no in her head.
“Hey, Saiki! How long until we get to your house?” Hairo asks, which was understandable since it’s his first time off from his numerous clubs and charity work.
“Yeah, this way seems different from the usual route you take,” Kuboyasu points out.
Shut up, yankee.
“Are we on our way to get ramen, huh, pal? I knew you want ramen too, I knew I could count on you, partner.”
Not on your life.
The walking seemed longer than his usual route, which was, well, expected, as he was hoping to lead his friends off to somewhere else, so he could teleport himself home, and lock the doors and pull down the curtains.
Oh well. It’s almost time for my show.
“Huh? Where did Saiki go? Did he get lost?”