Tomoda had no idea why Kurumi wasn’t answering her phone. She always called him out of the blue when he was busy with something else but the moment he needed to talk to her, she was suddenly unreachable. It was often a bad omen, too. Whenever she didn’t answer her phone, she was either being kidnapped, confronting a murderer, or planning something troublesome. He did not like his odds.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the University’s math department and heard her voice from inside. She was safe, then.
“Oh!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands. There was a huge flat-screen TV in front of her, just beside the blackboard. She was so engrossed on whatever was on the screen that she didn’t notice Tomoda stepping into the room.
“This is it!” She pointed to the blackboard where a long and complicated equation was written. He had no idea what it meant, as usual. “I’m sure it’s Arata and Ai,” she said, rubbing her hands together like a diabolical villain. “I’ve calculated it perfectly!”
Tomoda watched as a couple on the screen stepped up towards a pedestal. After a long tense silence, the light under them turned green.
“See!” Kurumi exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement. “Math wins again!”
He had no idea what just happened, but it seemed impolite to not say anything no matter how fun watching her was. He cleared his throat.
She turned to the door in surprise, hands in front of her as if to defend against intruders. Perhaps he should remind her more to lock the door when she’s alone, what with criminals continuously coming for her. Or he could teach her self-defense. Maybe.
“Tomoda-san!” Her surprise turned immediately into unabashed joy as soon as she saw him.
It should probably not make him feel as warm as it did. He cleared his throat again, pushing down any unnecessary feelings. This was not the time for that. (It would never be the time for that.)
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