"Well, a miser isn’t really a bad thing to be—there’s truth and a good side to it—but defective has no good side and no truth." Mogana’s voice rang in pensiveness, her eyes wandering as she thought while her hands flipped idly through the pages of the magazine.
"Something defective is being held to the wrong standard. If you had a mug with a broken handle, it may be bad to drink out of but that doesn’t mean it’s no good for the rest of its existence; you can plant flowers in it, or use it as a pen holder instead. Nothing is defective, it just needs to find its place."
Her words were punctuated with a smile, soon faded as a result of the male’s brush-off. Regardless of how close they had become over the course of their friendship, Kikaijima still regularly came across pitfalls in her attempts to grasp his tastes. Nothing enough to discourage her of course—in fact, it was more of the opposite effect—but no one could ever entirely accept a failure.
There were still many other books for him to consume instead, a fact the girl was close to pointing out before Kumagawa’s quiet proposition.
Her usual blush deepened just the slightest shade as she pulled away to face Kumagawa once more, although her gaze was fixed on anything but him. “I-I don’t have much to offer, but if it involves monetary favors I’ll have to decline!”
“I-I don’t have much to offer, but if it involves monetary favors I’ll have to decline!”
「 Is that so? I was hoping to actually borrow some money.. 」
Kumagawa would reply back rather weakly. Of course, this was obviously a lie — but he felt it would be appropriately to tease her for saying something so sentimental.
Of course, her sense of humor was a bit more realistic than his. So he felt he would have to quickly follow up that he wasn’t serious.
「 I’m joking. I’m joking. — Rather, the favor I want of you is to be honest with me. You’re not like Medaka-chan, or Zenkichi-chan at all. If I were an antagonist, I’d say you’d be the most terrifying out of the whole group. If I were a protagonist — I’d say you were the strongest in the whole group.」
He’d pause after speaking, as though musing on something before continuing.
「 I don’t consider myself popular or good-looking at all, but I’m confident if I asked Medaka-chan to marry me the scenario would be something like — ” I’d marry you tomorrow Kumagawa-kun! ” Of course, that’s only because of Medaka-chan’s nature to try to reform me completely. — Let’s look at it like this : What reason could you have to play along with something like myself? 」
「 No, let me rephrase that. — Kikaijima Mogana, what is it about me that you love? I don’t have a stable financial future. I doubt I’d be able to secure employment after graduating or further myself educationally. If you were to ask me the same question, I’d say for me this has already passed the level of love. Kumagawa Misogi is such a cheap man that a kind smile, and a pile of manga is enough to make him die for you. 」