"I was not!" Yosuke objected, a little higher pitched than he was comfortable with. Except, that was a lie, wasn't it? He cleared his throat, hoping it would settle the indignant squeak in his voice, and ducked his head so his hair fell in front of his hot face.

It was a good thing he hadn't gotten it cut like he'd been meaning to. "I guess I was. But I don't know how it happened, I swear."

This girl was going to think he was a real weirdo. Damn it...