Ichirou Sohma
No answer.
Ichirou knew she had seen it, he had bought her an iPhone for her birthday last year and she was too nice to turn off the Read Receipts. She was probably with Aiko. The one thing that bugged him was how much Keiko was attached to the Head. He asked more than a year ago if she loved Aiko. She replied with her usual smile and an, “Of course,” but he assumed she didn’t fully understand what he meant.
“Oh well. I’ll find something to do,” he said, looking at his phone again, opening up the contacts. “Who to bug, who to bug,” he chanted as he scrolled through his contacts. “Maybe I call Hiiro … or Yuuto. They are always with Haruji, so maybe we can all do something tonight.”
Ichirou tried Yuuto’s cell phone first. There was no way he was going to sit at home for the rest of the day without anything to do. No doubt he would go by Keiko’s house later and convince her to go to the park with him. But for now he needed other company while she was doing whatever Keiko did while she spoke with Aiko.