[ Mizuki hardly has time to feel bad about what she's said. She really meant it though, when she said they could've been friends. Even if he makes it hard to see that "timeline.' Her instinct to quick-step back when he reaches for her shoulders is immediate, but when he connects, her hands reach for his in turn. She resists the urge to break his bones, though if Saito tries to move those hands, he'll find it difficult. ]

Stop it! Why the hell are you so excited about this when we're talking about you here...?

[ Like, does he even realize? But also, she hates admitting that he "guessed" right. Though no matter the timeline, given the context, maybe it wasn't difficult to figure out. ]

Date... and Aiba did what they had to do.