I Was the Hero, But She Turned Me Into the Villain

I looked at her for a moment. There was something childish in the way she averted her eyes, only to meet mine again. For some reason, that small stubbornness of hers was... strangely irritating. But I didn’t dislike it.

I was about to laugh at how absurd the scene was. But I held back when I saw the seriousness on her face.

—Fine... then lead the way. —I said resignedly.

—W-where to...? —she asked, tilting her head slightly. Curiosity widened in her large eyes. Just then, a strand of her blue hair slipped from her bun and brushed her cheek.

Without thinking, my hand rose and pushed that strand aside, brushing her skin gently.

—... young master... —she whispered, her cheeks dyed red.

I stood there, silently bewildered, before clearing my throat and looking away.

—Sorry —I muttered, scratching my cheek —. My hand... moved on its own.

—W-well... it’s fine if it’s you... —she replied softly, lowering her gaze shyly.

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