purposefully dressed strangely and dyed their hair conspicuous colors. Kousaka could understand their feelings to an extent. The reason headphones proved more effective at surpressing Sanagi’s scopophobia than sunglasses or face masks was probably that occupying her sense of hearing diluted the feeling of “being there.” And she might have purposefully dyed her hair a flashy color and dressed in an attention- grabbing way to protect her fragile heart, or perhaps as a feint of sorts for those around her. Like an insect that mimics the dangerous coloration of a wasp to avoid predators, if she acted like a delinquent at least in appearance - while it might get more eyes on her - it would reduce the instances of actual eye contact. “I see… Scopophobia…”, Kousaka affirmed once more. “I didn’t notice at all until you told me. You hid it well.” “…Maybe in front of you. But it doesn’t go like that with others.” Sanagi snuck a look at Kousaka, then turned back. “You don’t try to look people in the eye when you talk, do you?” She was exactly right. While it didn’t go as far as scopophobia, Kousaka was also poor at looking people in the eye (though naturally, the reason wasn’t finding other people’s gaze scary, but not wanting to look directly at their dirtiness).