“You said that you’re a second year biology student at Osaka University,” Natsuki said. “And aside from your name, I think that is the only true thing you have told me since you got here.”
“No more lies,” Natsuki demanded. “Why are you here?”
“I told you, I was in town for a cosplay event, and I lost my belongings,” Daiki said.
“A cosplay event hosted by the Japanese army?” Natsuki said. “I thought they were more into guns and tanks.”
“You’d be surprised,” Daiki said.
“I think I would,” Natsuki said. “And having come from Osaka for this cosplay event, and discovering that the only thing you had to your name was your costume, you walked all the way across Tokyo to a private school.”
“I was having a bad day.”
“At which point you borrowed my phone and discovered that the Japanese army had never heard of you or this Major Atria Silversword person. And then, you spent the entire day hanging out with us, without once trying to borrow so much as a single Yen to get home, despite my repeatedly mentioning that you had lost your wallet. And then you spent the night here.”
“I know what this looks like, and–”
Natsuki frowned. “It looks like you’re a terrible liar. I was calling myself ‘Detective Natsuki’ in front of you all day yesterday. Did you really think I wasn’t on to you, or trying to tell you as much?”
Daiki sat up. He regretted what came out of his mouth as soon as he said it. “Maybe I’m just secretly a lolicon.”
Natsuki grinned. “Really!” she said, unbuttoning her top to reveal the swell of her breasts underneath. Daiki looked away.
“Either ‘lolicon’ doesn’t mean what you think it means, or you’re the most incompetent lolicon in history,” Natsuki stated. “Don’t worry, I’ve put the big bad breasts away.”