Five minutes later.
Fuyuji rested his cheek on his hand and looked sideways. Beside him, Horikita was staring blankly, lost in thought, at the now-darkened phone screen.
"After going through all that trouble, all you managed was just a few sentences. In the end, you squeezed out a 'thank you' and that was it. You siblings really are..."
He shook his head, wearing an expression that said "you two are beyond saving."
"Regarding what happened just now... I haven't settled the score with you yet."
Having resolved her dostic violence issue, Horikita had, once again, once again, puffed herself up with courage. In the blink of an eye, she had seized Fuyuji's wrist again.
"Hey, hey. No matter how you look at it, I helped you solve the problem between you two. I'm not expecting you to be all moved and emotional, but at the very least, how about a word of thanks?"
"I express my gratitude to you in that regard."
"Then could you kindly let go of my hand? Although being held by a beautiful girl brings a tiny bit of secret delight, the steadily increasing pain is informing that she seems to want to inflict physical violence upon ."
Horikita remained unmoved. With a taut face, she used her other hand to pick up the fork from the table. Her icy gaze fixed on his utterly unflustered face as she spoke.
"So, I plan to first avenge myself for the humiliation of you toying with earlier, by sending you to the hospital. Then, to express my gratitude, I will co to the hospital every day to take care of you, until you are discharged."
"..."
Fuyuji, who had been trying to break free from her grip, froze mid-motion. It took him a long while before he squeezed out, "You really are clear-cut in your loves and hates."
"Thank you for the complint."
"Can't we just let gratitude and grudges cancel each other out? You resolve your family issue, I take my 500,000. You and I part ways here, forget each other in the wide world. Why must we be pulling and tugging like this in broad public view?" Fuyuji spoke with deep emotion, like a wandering swordsman about to embark on a long journey.
"Regrettably, I am not the type of person who cares about the gazes of others." Unfortunately, having practiced the Iron Head Technique, the suprely self-confident Horikita was currently in an Optimus Pri state. She flipped the fork in her grip. "Have you prepared yourself to go to the hospital, carrying despair, pain, and regret for having toyed with ?"
"Wouldn't such a violent act be detrintal to your class?" Fuyuji wanted to struggle a little more.
"No need to worry about that. Our Class D is currently at zero points. It can't be deducted into the negative. As long as I sincerely apologize to you after sending you to the hospital, you won't report it to the school. That way, I can even avoid a suspension."
"You've thought this through quite nicely. If you apologize sincerely, I just won't report you?"
"Yes." Horikita nodded. "I have considerable confidence in my cooking skills." Having said that, she raised the fork in her hand. "Are your last words finished? Go die, Fuyuji Mika—"
"Who said I was going to report it to the school?"
Fuyuji calmly raised his phone, opened the hypnosis app—the President's contact page—and with a single move, struck this suprely inflated girl back into her original form.
Defeated by the sa move three tis in a row, Horikita glared at Fuyuji with utter humiliation.
"You... have so guts and don't use my brother to threaten ."
"No can do. Who told this move to work a hundred tis out of a hundred, and never fail?" Having seized Horikita's fatal weak point, Fuyuji revealed an amiable smile. "Perhaps one day, when your Class D faces off against our Class A, I'll hand this weakness of yours over to our class leader."
"You despicable bastard!" Left with no recourse, Horikita reluctantly released his wrist.
Fuyuji rubbed his wrist, which had been squeezed red. "This is a school that preaches ritocracy. Isn't it perfectly normal for to use this kind of thod?"
As if suddenly seeing through all the actions Fuyuji had taken before, Horikita's expression changed slightly. "A person like you... and you're still not the leader of Class A?"
Although recalling it was utterly mortifying, the psychological manipulation skills of this man, who had toyed with her ti and again, were clearly above her own. In the infirmary, the fact that she could see through that the one contacting him was her brother was probably also because this guy had intentionally let it slip. Of course, more importantly, soone her brother would acknowledge should not be lacking in any aspect.
"Regrettably, I am not. Our class leader is nad Katsuragi Kohei." Fuyuji spread his hands helplessly. "Most of Class A's affairs are handled by him. There's not really any place where I'm needed either. Because of that, I get to enjoy a pleasant school life."
"..."
Looking at the teammate of Class A's leader, Horikita thought of the strategic geniuses in her own class who had managed to lose a full thousand points in the very first month...
Unwillingly, she set down the fork in her hand. Horikita resorted to leaving behind a harsh parting threat. "I'll let you off this ti. When the special exams co later, I will settle this score. And also, I will definitely rise to Class A."
"It's no use, Horikita-san." Fuyuji smiled cheerfully. "Although I personally don't care that much about the benefits of graduating from Class A, the guys in my class do. So, the position of Class A cannot be yielded to you. If you co, we will rcilessly crush you."
"That's exactly what I want!" Horikita countered tit-for-tat.
"However," Fuyuji rubbed his chin and spoke in a teasing tone, "who exactly is the leader of your class? Have you finished unifying it yet?"
"..."
That single sentence silenced Horikita completely.
"Seems like you haven't yet." Fuyuji felt sowhat torn between laughter and tears. "Horikita-san, boasting loudly when you don't even have the qualifications to enter the competition isn't very good."
"In any case, I will defeat you."
"...Your mouth really is tough."
...
After downing the last mouthful of coffee, Horikita had also sorted out her thoughts and prepared to take her leave.
"Um..."
"Hm? What is it?"
After hesitating for a mont, Horikita finally spoke. "Let's add each other as friends."
"...Why is it that you look like you're heading off to die on a battlefield just from adding a friend?" Fuyuji said, his voice dark and deep.
"Because I've never made a friend before."
At this mont, Horikita was so utterly confident and self-assured that it once gave Fuyuji the illusion that, in this world, not making friends was actually the true common sense, and that people who made friends were the heretics.
"I think I now understand why you were placed in Class D, and why the President is so awkward around you. So, after all is said and done, you don't have a single friend." A mask of agony surfaced on Fuyuji's face.
"Things like friends are only needed by the weak. If one is sufficiently excellent on their own, they can solve all problems." Horikita stuck to her viewpoint.
"But you yourself couldn't even solve the problem between you two siblings, now could you?" After adding her as a friend, Fuyuji pocketed his phone.
"There were reasons for that!"
"And are you even as excellent as your brother? Your brother seems to have a whole bunch of friends, doesn't he?"
"..."
Faced with Fuyuji's absolutely lethal question, Horikita once again bravely chose to flee, leaving behind the parting shot, "I'll answer that question once I've thought of a response."
Watching her figure fleeing in utter disarray, Fuyuji smiled helplessly.
This girl... she doesn't seem quite as cold as she appears on the surface, does she?
Sorting through the day's gains, Fuyuji stretched lazily in his seat, preparing to leave.
Then, yet another figure appeared and seated herself right in front of him.
"..."
Looking at Kushida Kikyo, who wore a sweet smile before him, Fuyuji stood stunned for a long mont before finally managing to squeeze out:
"You two have pretty good coordination..."
-----------------------------------------------------------
I have a new work — Ani Crossover: Master's Not in Chaldea Today, go check it out!
You can support , and read up to 80 Advanced Chapters on : [email protected]/Yuni_TL
Every 100 PS = Bonus Chapter!
User Comments
0 comments from readers