“Let me hold on to your stationery or whatever.” “Huh?” “Take it out. I’ll hold on to it.” “Huh? Huh?” From her expression, you might think that I’d made an outrageous demand. It seemed to ask if something was wrong with my head. “Oshino is, well, he’s a weird dude, but he did technically save my life─” Not only that. He’d saved Hanekawa’s, too. “─and I can’t have the man who did face a dangerous person. So I’ll hold on to your stationery.” “You only tell me after we’ve come this far?” Senjogahara glared at me. “It seems I’ve stepped into a trap.” “……” Nah, that was way overboard. But Senjogahara struggled silently with the matter for a while. She scowled at me now and then or stared at a point by her feet. I wondered if she was going to turn around and leave, but at last, like someone prepared for the worst, she said, “Understood. Take them.” Then, taking out a myriad of stationery from across her body like it was some magic show, she began handing them to me. What I’d seen earlier on the landing was only the tip of her badness and madness. You could’ve told me her pockets stretched into the fourth dimension; it could’ve been