The atmosphere in the living room immediately became tense. Aozawa pulled out a napkin to wipe the sweat from his forehead, trying to show a smile to ease the mood.
"Iroha, listen to me, I originally wanted to explain everything to you. It's just that when I heard you planned to visit my home, I thought about it, and decided it could wait until later to tell you the truth."
He was careful in both tone and expression, seeking to convey the trepidation in his heart, trying to quell the anger rising in Ayatsuki Ayaka's heart.
Aozawa understood her very well; she was very easy to placate.
Ayatsuki Ayaka, seeing his careful expression, felt her anger slightly subside, and recalled that Aozawa indeed wanted to explain something to her at that time.
However, she had preemptively touched Aozawa's cheek, assuming a knowing expression, interrupting him.
Huh, if that's the case, isn't it my fault?
