The fourth day of school. Fuyuji Mikage rested his chin on his hand and stared blankly at the Japanese History teacher on the podium.
Chabashira Sae. She had a beautiful face and an icy temperant. A proper OL suit worn on her sohow seed quite alluring.
Still, he wasn't interested in this type. Even less so in the Japanese History she was teaching.
A single class of hers inflicted more psychic damage on him than all the other courses combined.
"Haah~"
Fuyuji Mikage yawned and continued to zone out.
These past two days, Morishita Ai hadn't continued her pranks in class either; probably influenced by the behavioral standards exam. Right now, she was probably just as bored stiff as he was.
In his utter boredom, Fuyuji Mikage let his eyes wander, his gaze shifting...
Hashimoto Masayoshi. A guy who looked like a delinquent, yet was surprisingly earnest in his studies. He was quite capable in various areas too. If only he didn't keep pushing himself toward him. Thinking back, on the very first day of school, this guy had quickly added him as a friend and frequently sent ssages to his phone, asking if there was anything he could be of use for—truly a bit excessively enthusiastic.
Katsuragi-san. A rather good person. Responsible, capable, steady in his actions. Currently handling most of the affairs in the class. He'd heard he was planning to join the Student Council, too. Wishing him success.
Shiraishi—
Fuyuji Mikage's gaze halted. He seed to sense a line of sight swiftly withdraw from him.
An illusion...?
Fuyuji Mikage pulled his gaze back, propped up his textbook, and pretended to scrutinize the small print within.
It was not an illusion!
You were the one peeping at ! JoJo!
He whipped his head around, revealing a villain's trademark sche-succeeded smirk, and instantly locked onto his target.
A pair of bright, beautiful eyes entered his view. The owner of those eyes, upon realizing she had been exposed, did not panic. Instead, she openly and directly looked toward Fuyuji Mikage. Her large eyes, clear as a lake, rippled with amusent.
Staaaaare—!
This situation instead threw Fuyuji Mikage off. He imdiately returned a aningful glance, looking back toward the owner of those eyes with the sa intensity.
Yet the other party showed no reaction whatsoever and continued staring directly at Fuyuji Mikage's face.
Several minutes later, Fuyuji Mikage could no longer hold out and submitted a surrender application.
The other party rejected the surrender and continued her large-eyed offensive.
Not long after, the break ti arrived. Fuyuji Mikage finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Um... Shiraishi-san, is there sothing on my face?"
Shiraishi Asuka replied with smiling eyes, "Fufu~ no, there isn't..."
"Then why do you keep staring at ?"
"Because Fuyuji-kun is very handso."
"Thank you."
"Mhm..."
Seeing Fuyuji Mikage clearly didn't believe her, Shiraishi Asuka raised a finger near her cheek, tilted her head in thought, then smiled and said, "Perhaps I've fallen in love with Fuyuji-kun at first sight."
"Guess whether I believe that?" Fuyuji Mikage gave two dry laughs, face blank.
"It is true," Shiraishi Asuka's twin pupils reflected Fuyuji Mikage's figure, her voice light as a feather. "Fuyuji-kun... resembles soone I once knew quite a bit..."
"Is that so? There's actually a guy who looks a lot like ..."
Fuyuji Mikage solemnly straightened his back, raised a hand to his chin, furrowed his brow, and pressed his lips into a straight line.
"Wouldn't that an he could threaten my good looks?"
"..."
Shiraishi Asuka's gentle expression froze. A few seconds later, a "pfft" of laughter escaped her.
"Fufu~"
She crooked her index finger and wiped the teardrop from the corner of her eye. "As I thought, Fuyuji-kun really isn't like him after all."
"So does he look like or not?"
Fuyuji Mikage showed an unwilling expression and pressed the question. "You have to know, I'm a man who claims he can make a living off his face. Having so guy like this suddenly appear gives a strong sense of crisis."
"I don't know~." Shiraishi Asuka rose from her seat, raised her hands to fix her hair, and hoisted her bag. "I haven't seen him for a long ti either." Saying this, she headed toward the doorway. "Let's end the chat here. I have a few things to attend to. I'm off now, Fuyuji-kun. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
After waving goodbye to Fuyuji Mikage, Shiraishi Asuka left the classroom.
Watching Shiraishi Asuka's departing figure, Fuyuji Mikage decisively turned his head around. "Morishita, is there sothing on my face?"
After seriously observing for a while, Morishita Ai nodded. "There is the pitifully endearing Lady Morishita."
Having confird there was nothing on his face, Fuyuji Mikage grew a bit stirred up.
"Could it be... soone actually likes ?"
"Impossible. Give it up. Unrealistic." Morishita Ai delivered a flat one-click triple combo.
"It's impossible for anyone to like a chuuni, fantasy-obsessed, penny-pinching Fuyuji Mikage who even likes to bully girls."
The rciless words transford into a giant boulder and smashed down on Fuyuji Mikage, striking him to his knees on the spot.
Morishita Ai... how does that 37-degree mouth of yours speak such ice-cold words?
"You had best be careful. Shiraishi Asuka might be our class's 'Madonna.'" Morishita Ai drew near, half-crouching down, and curiously poked the cheek of Fuyuji Mikage, who had fallen into a petrified state.
"Do you have any basis for that?"
"Intuition!" Morishita Ai puffed out her chest and declared righteously. Seeing Fuyuji Mikage didn't believe her, she added another line, "A woman's intuition is very accurate."
"Heh heh..."
The last ti a woman said that, he had ended up painfully losing 1000 points of his funds to order her a slice of strawberry cake.
After staying in the classroom a while longer, the sun had already begun to sink below the horizon.
"The ti should be about right." Fuyuji Mikage took out his phone, glanced at the screen, stood up from his seat, and rolled his shoulders. "Ti to get down to business."
He had arranged to et Katsuragi Kohei on the rooftop. Katsuragi should be arriving about now.
"Want to co along?"
"I must decline. I have no interest in matters already settled." Morishita Ai refused decisively. "I judge that Katsuragi Kohei is sufficient to support the class."
"Even though the plan formulation had your part in it." Fuyuji Mikage wasn't surprised by this. "Then will you go eat later, or go sowhere else to unearth your treasures?"
"This kind of thing cannot be told to—"
Morishita Ai's eyes widened. She clasped her hands over her chest and stepped back with two quick thuds, feigning shyness. "To actually probe for Lady Morishita's information like this... could it be that you have improper designs on , and after failing with Shiraishi Asuka, you've set your sights on ?"
"Impossible. Unnecessary. No such thought." Fuyuji Mikage applied the lesson learned, returning the gesture in kind.
"Why were you so easy to trick just a mont ago, yet now you've sobered up?" Morishita Ai complained indignantly.
"You tell ." Fuyuji Mikage half-narrowed his eyes.
After crossing so many moves with you already, what kind of gas are you trying to play with now?
"I'm leaving."
Her sche having failed, Morishita Ai no longer lingered in battle. She walked out of the classroom with light, quick steps.
"I'm curious about Yamamura Miki's lack of presence. I'm currently researching thods for her deploynt."
Didn't you end up saying it anyway?
Fuyuji Mikage's lips curved upward.
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