"Rin, are you sure you're okay?"
Professor Lena asked again, her voice tight with worry — the same question she'd already repeated half a dozen times.
I sighed softly and gave her the same answer as before. "I'm fine. Really."
Of course, no one believed me.
Even after saying it, the looks on their faces didn't change — that same mix of pity and concern that made my skin crawl. I used to hate that kind of gaze. Now, after seeing it so many times, I was almost numb to it. Almost.
When I tried to stand up, Professor Lena shot forward like lightning and grabbed my right arm. A second later, my sister appeared out of nowhere and clamped onto my left arm.
I blinked. "Uh—Professor, Sis—how am I supposed to stand if you're both holding me down?"
"Rin, don't get up so suddenly!" Professor Lena scolded, tightening her grip. "What if you get dizzy and collapse again?"
