All I could do was open my mouth wide like an idiot and unflinchingly follow Senjogahara’s warning─and stand there immobile. Scary, I thought. Not about the box cutter’s blade. Hitagi Senjogahara, who could do such a thing and glare at me with perfectly unwavering, shudderingly cold eyes─was scary. So she─ She was someone with such a hazardous gaze. I was convinced. Seeing that gaze of hers, I was convinced that the edge of the box cutter nestled inside my left cheek was neither dull from use, nor by any means the spine. “Curiosity is such a cockroach, isn’t it? Flocking to precisely the secrets that people want untouched. How insufferable. You dare get on my nerves, the trifling insect that you are.” “H-Hey…” “What’s the matter? Is the right side feeling lonely? Why didn’t you say so?” Instead of her right hand which held the box cutter, her left hand rose. It moved so fast I half-expected a slap and braced myself against gritting my teeth, but I was wrong. That wasn’t it. Senjogahara held a stapler in her left hand. Before I could make it out clearly, she inserted it into my mouth. Not the entire thing, of course, which would have been preferable─Senjogahara