"You weren't in class."
"I... wasn't ready."
So far, this was about as deep as Azusa and Jun's conversation had gotten. The awkwardness between them had been too great for either of them to make a real first move. They'd done little more than exchange trivialities.
Finally, Jun asked Azusa, "When did you find out?"
"Something seemed weird the whole time," she said. "But I didn't know for sure until you forgot your phone."
"What was suspicious about - oh! Oh! You read my messages, didn't you?"
"Well, excuse me! They were showing when I looked at it! Whose fault was that?"
Strangely enough, this broke the ice. The two girls half-talked, half-argued, going over each detail of the past month that either of them had been wondering about. Azusa was careful not to give away the existence of gimmicks, which wasn't just her secret, but otherwise they were completely truthful with each other. They were at it for a good 25 minutes, by which time they were both in a better mood.