In Adachi Market, rows of fish that Aozawa couldn't name populated the tanks.
They swam around, only to be scooped up by the vendor when a customer took a fancy to them, laid out on the cutting board to become slices of fish at someone's mercy, emitting a fishy odor.
Looking at the hand resting on his shoulder, he chuckled and said, "Shouko, well done. That's the attitude you should have towards those disrespectful old men. Leave the displeasure to others and keep the joy for yourself."
"Aozawa-senpai, please stop teasing me."
Leaving Tadokoro behind, Hojo Shouko retracted her hands. Her pale cheeks blushed with the glow of an autumn sunset, looking irresistibly appealing.
She didn't want to adopt such an attitude and tone against an elder, nor could she stand by while someone maliciously criticized Aozawa-senpai.
Hojo Shouko could say that Aozawa was somewhat perverted because she believed that the 'perverted' from her lips carried no malice; she was simply stating a fact.
