With a soft "oof" and a fluttering of pleated skirt, she landed—not on him, but on the giant beanbag chair he’d left outside his first-floor apartment window. The impact sent a cloud of dust and polyester beads into the air.
"Ow," she said flatly. "That wasn’t the trampoline."
Rin tilted her head. "No. I owe you an explanation. And maybe a physics lesson." She grabbed his wrist. "Come upstairs. I’ll teach you how to calculate terminal velocity before dinner." joshiochi!: 2-kai kara onnanoko ga... futtekita!? manga
Before he could ask why a physics club had a trampoline (or why a girl was falling out of it), the girl snatched his melon soda and took a long sip.
A girl.
"I bet the club president I could land in a moving vehicle. You weren't moving, so I lose." She handed him back the empty can. "But your beanbag cushioning coefficient is excellent. 8.5 out of 10."
Kaito stared at the crushed can, then at her. "You owe me a soda." With a soft "oof" and a fluttering of
"I’m Rin," she said. "I live upstairs. And you just witnessed my escape from a projectile-motion bet."