“I’m not saying your hair is bad or anything. It just felt fresh seeing how it would look black.” “I figure you like girls with black hair, fair skin, polite and without any piercings anyway, Mr. Kousaka,” Sanagi said maliciously, sitting cross-legged on the bed. “I didn’t say anything like that.” “Then how do you explain all that stuff on your computer?” “…What do you mean?” “Kidding. Just wanted to tease you.” “You can’t make jokes that ominous.” Kousaka sighed, leaning back. Sanagi suddenly noticed what was in his hand, and her eyes widened. “Hey, that magazine’s…” “Yeah.” He’d completely forgotten about the magazine until she pointed it out. “Sorry, I’m always just curious what you’re reading. Should I not have gone and touched it?” “Not really, but… What did you think of it?” “It was a little tough for me. Are you good at English, Sanagi?” “Nah. I don’t get very good test scores.” “But you can read academic papers?” “Only in this one field. They all have similar composition,