4.6
“There—it’s off,” I said.
After a long, arduous struggle, we’d finally succeeded in freeing Horikita from the water bottle.
“Honestly, this day was a complete disaster,” she muttered. If my hand had been trapped in a water bottle, I would’ve felt the same. “Ayanokouji-kun. Please don’t speak a word of this to anyone.”
“Before you go issuing warnings, isn’t there something else you’d like to say first?”
“Thank you.”
It wasn’t sincere, but at least it sounded like an approximation of gratitude.
“I have to say, getting trapped in a water bottle? That’s just so unlike you, Horikita.”
“Shut up,” she snapped. "I don't go looking for trouble."
I decided that I’d outstayed my welcome, so I headed back to my own room.
Really, though, was it even possible for someone’s arm to get stuck in a water bottle? I took a bottle out of a box, rinsed it, and then inserted my hand as a test. It was an exact fit. The bottle felt surprisingly snug.
“Rocket punch! Eh, just kidding.”
I gave in to silliness for a moment. When I tried to get my hand out of the water bottle, though…
“I-I think I’m trapped!”
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