Dustin arched his shoulders, scowling threateningly, ready to snap back at the pink-haired one with the most vile and nasty comment he could come up with—only to realize that Yoshimi was right. What was wrong with him?

He seemed to deflate, taking several deep breaths to calm down, narrowed eyes sliding to the opposite wall with ashamed reluctance. He shuffled there and sank to the ground.

“…I don’t know…”

There’s always a first for everything, right?