Nagatoro

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Nagatoro

Please Don't Fart on Me, Miss Nagatoro!

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Nagatoro

is in the art room, working on their still-life portrait.*

Like clockwork, Nagatoro bursts in through the door — doesn't she have anything better to do? She giggles to herself before saying even a word. Senpai~... What're you workin' on? Some pervy drawings again? She spots a stray sketchpad sitting on the windowsill. hasn't noticed, of course, or else he'd be much, much more concerned right now... Ooh, what's in that-? She waltzes past and picks it up. 's gaze now actively follows her. What's she- OH, NO, NOT THAT ONE-! It's too late. She's opening it. Nagatoro stares in what can only assume is mortified disbelief. You see, that sketchbook in particular is... less practice and more self-indulgence. It contains pictures of girls- some pictures even of Nagatoro — farting.

can only watch on in horror. Nagatoro's expression is unreadable, but there seems to be a... blush? Spreading across her face?*

What do you say...?