"What do you want to know?" He'd place limits, but that would only give JK ideas. The first rule of keeping a secret was not letting on that you had one. The secret was what had gotten him in trouble in the first place. He should have kept it simple, given Tomoko a much more simple excuse than he'd had—
"I can't imagine anything I know will be useful to you," he added. Club Trainee Sakuta had a secret; that had been unavoidable when Kisaragi had seen right through him that first time. Why doesn't Ryusei smile, Kisaragi had wanted to know. Ryusei had prepared an excuse for that, too. And then he'd blown it for the second time when Kisaragi had overheard him talking to Jirou's nurse. Fine. But if JK wanted to know about Jirou, then Ryusei would defer to Kisaragi's attitude. Kisaragi ruled the club in many ways; useful to Ryusei, as Kisaragi was so easily influenced. Kazashiro had warned him about JK; Ryusei had prepared defensive shots there, too. Did JK know how easy it was to obtain info on the info-dealer? Ryusei doubted it; JK was too laid-back to be guarding much of anything.
Unfortunately, he seemed to have spent too much effort on the info-dealer and too little effort on everyone else. The goth girl had ended up the most dangerous to him. In a perverse way, he should have foreseen that. What was the one thing he couldn't fight? Magic. How had he been half-coerced into attending Kazashiro's prom with Usaka Ritsuko? Magic. An unacceptable oversight. Learned, unfortunately, the hard way. If his stomach got any number, she'd kill him. Was that her plan? She hadn't seemed like a killer. But neither had Eguchi Norio.
Never mind that Eguchi hadn't killed anyone—he could have. He'd taken Tomoko hostage and— Ow ow ow. He put a hand on his stomach. "I have a problem," he admitted through gritted teeth.
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"I can't imagine anything I know will be useful to you," he added. Club Trainee Sakuta had a secret; that had been unavoidable when Kisaragi had seen right through him that first time. Why doesn't Ryusei smile, Kisaragi had wanted to know. Ryusei had prepared an excuse for that, too. And then he'd blown it for the second time when Kisaragi had overheard him talking to Jirou's nurse. Fine. But if JK wanted to know about Jirou, then Ryusei would defer to Kisaragi's attitude. Kisaragi ruled the club in many ways; useful to Ryusei, as Kisaragi was so easily influenced. Kazashiro had warned him about JK; Ryusei had prepared defensive shots there, too. Did JK know how easy it was to obtain info on the info-dealer? Ryusei doubted it; JK was too laid-back to be guarding much of anything.
Unfortunately, he seemed to have spent too much effort on the info-dealer and too little effort on everyone else. The goth girl had ended up the most dangerous to him. In a perverse way, he should have foreseen that. What was the one thing he couldn't fight? Magic. How had he been half-coerced into attending Kazashiro's prom with Usaka Ritsuko? Magic. An unacceptable oversight. Learned, unfortunately, the hard way. If his stomach got any number, she'd kill him. Was that her plan? She hadn't seemed like a killer. But neither had Eguchi Norio.
Never mind that Eguchi hadn't killed anyone—he could have. He'd taken Tomoko hostage and— Ow ow ow. He put a hand on his stomach. "I have a problem," he admitted through gritted teeth.