"Rin, you already said you'd join the Traveling Club. Don't even think about backing out later."
Ryen brought it up out of nowhere, his tone leaving zero room for negotiation.
"Huh? When did I agree to that?" I blinked at him.
"You nodded yesterday."
"That wasn't a nod! I was stretching my neck!"
Ryen gave me a flat look, like he wasn't buying a word. "Same thing."
Leo snorted from the side, tugging one earbud free. "He's right, Rin. You're already locked in. Once Ryen decides, there's no escaping."
"Exactly," Ryen said with a satisfied nod.
I groaned. "This feels more like a kidnapping than a club invitation…"
Ryen chuckled at me.
Normally, I'd smack anyone who laughed at me like that. But out of respect—no, out of caution—that he was still the 1st ranker and, more importantly, the protagonist of this damn novel, I held back.
"Okay, fine. According to you, I said I'd come, right? So I will. No need to bring it up every time."
