Izumi bit his lip until it hurt, the smell of rust and fishy filled his mouth. He tried to keep smiling, his gaze full of hatred.
A person who was observant enough would recognize that. Junan was included in that group. His gaze grew colder, he knew these types of people. Hypocrites.
Disgusted by the full gaze of the hypocrite. Junan no longer looked at him. He turned his full attention to Aito.
The two gazes collided, Aito did not want to look sad or hurt in front of Junan at all. He gave his best smile, but the remnants of a smile that did not curve beautifully full of happiness were not in his eyes.
It was difficult for him to hide something. His facial expression was easy to read, even though he himself did not realize that he was that expressive. Junan knew for sure that unpleasant conversations had been going on in this room, for who knows how long.
