As Daeun supported me while walking, she suddenly spoke.

“Kana, you don’t like cumbersome things, do you?”

“Are you self-reflecting now?”

She finally opened her eyes to reality.

To think she could evaluate herself objectively… I’m touched.

“It’s fine. Even if Daeun bothers me, I can understand a little.”

“…I’m talking about clothes, not self-reflection.”

“So it wasn’t self-reflection?”

“Do you want to get scolded?”

Daeun raised her hand.

Though she looked ready to smack me, I knew she wouldn’t actually hit me. So, I just stood there calmly, watching her.

At most, she might pinch my cheek, and since …