“O-O-O-Of course I’m not! I like boys!”
“Eeh!? Like boys…? Marikana, you are surprisingly frivolous!”
“Wawawa, it was just an example… I’m not a fujoshi!”
“I see… I’m glad. If you had such an unusual hobby…”
Calcilast-sama’s facial muscles relaxed in relief.
I was really flustered. I’m normal.
When I began saying, “I’m…” a butterfly landed on my nose.
“Marikana-chan! You’re interesting! What a good timing! Ahaha!”
“Marikana, a butterfly right now is a foul play. Fufufu.”
Angry, I drove away the butterfly that shook its wings on my face. Quite roughly too.