words and gestures. It’s possible that she had readied all of it before-the-fact.

I’m supposed to be her guardian, yet today, she seems to be the one taking care of me instead.

It’s as if..

“..No, what am I thinking.”

As if–

This must be how it felt like to be a man who went out to play with other girls despite having a wife, I thought like that for a moment. I quickly shook my head to dismiss the thought.

The alcohol must be taking its toll on my mind. Regardless of the situation, she’s still a high-schooler, not my wife or anything like that. I don’t need to feel guilty about it.

However, I had to admit that I need to get a grip of myself.

“If I make a high-schooler like her worry for me.. then how am I supposed to play the role of her guardian?”

I scooped some bathwater and splashed my face.