The boy is far too preoccupied with his own thoughts now to pick up on the awkward body language prior to her response. Specifically, he was far too busy avoiding direct eye contact, as if she would stare right into his mind and pick out exactly what he was thinking. You charge headlong into shinai, you're not afraid of a girl.
"What about you, Ogata-san?" she asked him.
Baku snaps out of his inner monologue and returns his attention to Kisa, but the sudden nature of their direct eye contact prompts him to look back at his water bottle, pretending to take a keen interest in the level of fluid he had left in it.
"Kendo club doesn't meet on Saturdays, so I come here for the extra practice. You're in judo club?" Despite the inner turmoil, he manages to stay fairly composed in his response - for now. Keeping the attention away from himself gave him a measure of confidence, for some inexplicable reason. What? It's not like you can give her a wrong answer. You're such a chicken.
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"What about you, Ogata-san?" she asked him.
Baku snaps out of his inner monologue and returns his attention to Kisa, but the sudden nature of their direct eye contact prompts him to look back at his water bottle, pretending to take a keen interest in the level of fluid he had left in it.
"Kendo club doesn't meet on Saturdays, so I come here for the extra practice. You're in judo club?" Despite the inner turmoil, he manages to stay fairly composed in his response - for now. Keeping the attention away from himself gave him a measure of confidence, for some inexplicable reason. What? It's not like you can give her a wrong answer. You're such a chicken.