[Saitou, even if he's too thick to notice - or at least to understand - the difference in her tone and the blush on her face, is nonetheless also so used to thinking so little of his own needs that even without reading an amorous intent into any of this, he's still quite flustered at the prospect.
And a little confused, because wait, since when has his happiness mattered?]
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And a little confused, because wait, since when has his happiness mattered?]
Do...you truly? But why?