Classroom of the Elite, but Diary-Style Chapter 159 159: He Threatened Me to Be His Mom (Part 1 & 2)

Wait.

Did Sakura Airi just say sothing completely outrageous?

Kushida Kikyou paused.

She thought back.

Replayed it.

Confird it.

She hadn't misheard.

Which only made it even more absurd.

…What?

How did you end up getting seen—and photographed—while changing clothes?

And on top of that…

On the rooftop?!

…Granted, she wasn't exactly in a position to talk.

But the mont the word "rooftop" ca up—

Kushida almost had a stress reaction.

If she didn't have to maintain her "perfect girl" image in front of others, she probably already would have snapped.

"…"

For a brief mont, her expression stiffened.

Then she spoke, rapidly:

"So let get this straight—you saw the rooftop door wasn't locked, thought it'd be a good place to take photos, brought your clothes there, even though the electronic lock was actually powered and properly closed, he still opened the door while you were changing, saw everything, and even took a picture?"

She rattled it all off in one breath.

As if she had been there herself.

"Th-that's amazing!"

Sakura Airi's eyes lit up.

"That's exactly what happened!"

"So now I'm really troubled!"

Haha.

I'm troubled too.

Kushida laughed silently in her mind.

Why the rooftop again?

Why is it always the rooftop?!

…Does this guy have a hidden cara set up there or sothing? Just waiting for girls to walk into his "trap" so he can show up and collect?

If she hadn't called him at noon—

Would Sakura have been completely eaten alive?

Kushida almost laughed out loud.

"Th-the photo was taken… and although Asakusa… Asakusa-kun didn't do anything else to … and said he wouldn't use it to threaten …"

Sakura lowered her head, clutching her skirt.

"B-but I'm still scared…"

Scared of being threatened.

Scared of being exposed.

Scared of having sothing like that in soone else's hands.

So—

"Kushida-san… you and Asakusa-kun are dating, right? Could you ask him to delete the photo for ?"

She turned to Kushida—

The person she trusted the most—

And made her request.

She hadn't forgotten this.

She just hadn't found the right mont to bring it up earlier.

But now that she was asking for help—

She had to say it.

It should be fine…

…Not at all.

"Dating…?" Kushida's cheek twitched slightly, her tone drifting.

Sakura imdiately sensed the change in atmosphere and lowered her head.

"S-so you're not?"

"Well… because… I could sll Asakusa-kun's scent on you… and his also had your scent…"

"A-and earlier, when he answered the phone, I heard your voice…"

"S-so I thought you two were dating…"

She explained timidly.

Then, lifting her head again, she added:

"I-if you're not… then… did he… grab so kind of leverage on you too?"

Kushida Kikyou: "…"

…A miscalculation.

She'd been careless lately.

Too relaxed.

Not disguising herself when coming and going.

Not even properly dealing with lingering scents.

If even Sakura Airi could notice—

Could others have noticed too?

…No.

If others had, they would've probed her already.

And most of the ti, she had been careful.

It was just these past few days she'd gotten sloppy.

She'd have to fix that.

But more importantly—

How was she going to deal with Sakura right now?

…Seriously, this is all his fault.

Why take a picture?

Seeing it was one thing—

But why take a photo?!

Kushida clenched her teeth slightly in annoyance.

But Sakura's timid eyes were pressuring her.

Ugh, this is so annoying!

I should've just said we were dating earlier!

Now that she already denied it—

How is she supposed to explain the scent?!

…Wait.

An idea flashed through her mind.

"…Yes."

She lowered her head slightly, putting on a faintly troubled expression.

"He does have sothing on ."

"During the midterms, rember how Ike and the others failed?"

"No one had enough points, but we couldn't just abandon classmates."

"But 1.2 million points isn't sothing anyone can casually produce."

She gripped her arm lightly, lips pressed together.

"He used that… and his connection with Ichinose… to threaten ."

"If I didn't beco his 'mom'… he'd make Ichinose arrange for Hirata to be expelled."

Her voice fell.

Silence filled the room.

Especially in Sakura's ears—

Only one word echoed.

"Mom."

"Mom."

"Mom."

He threatened to be his mom.

Sakura Airi: "???"

She had expected sothing shaful.

Sothing like her own situation.

But she never—

Never—

Expected this.

"Mo-mom?!" her voice trembled.

"Mm."

Kushida nodded calmly, continuing her fabrication.

"Asakusa-kun… lacks maternal love."

"Especially in this closed school environnt, his issues have beco more obvious."

She sighed softly.

"That's why he would do sothing like forcing to be his mother."

…Technically, not a complete lie.

He did lack maternal love.

Silence fell again.

Sakura's brain was overheating.

Trying to process sothing completely absurd.

She recalled his calm expression.

His composed attitude.

His teasing.

No matter how she tried—

She couldn't imagine him calling Kushida "mom."

"Th-then…"

Driven by curiosity, she hesitantly asked:

"How exactly… does he make you be his 'mom'?"

It was a question she normally wouldn't ask.

A bit too intrusive.

But—

She was in her own room.

Her own space.

And Kushida felt so approachable.

And—

She was just too curious.

Curiosity erased the distance.

"…"

Kushida's body trembled slightly.

She bent forward, biting her lip—

Trying desperately not to laugh.

This was too good.

Making things up like this—

Was even more fun than she expected.

Especially when the other person was taking it completely seriously.

She finally understood.

Why the diary was always written with such enthusiasm.

Half-truths mixed with complete nonsense—

That's what made it fun.

Sakura's stunned expression earlier.

Her current breathing.

The more Kushida thought about it—

The harder it was not to laugh.

At this rate, Asakusa had probably beco so kind of Freudian case study in Sakura's mind.

Mommy issues and all.

No, no—

Stop thinking about it.

She'd burst out laughing otherwise.

"That is…"

She straightened up, wiping away the tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

"H-he asks for hugs… to be put to sleep… to have his head patted and be praised…"

The mont she finished—

She bent over again, burying her face between her knees.

If she looked at Sakura now, she would definitely lose it.

"…"

Sakura's expression turned strange.

She covered her face.

And imagined—

Kushida holding Asakusa in her arms—

And him lying there like a baby—

Th-this is too much…

"S-so… the reason you sll like him… is because you have to… hug him often?"

She twisted slightly, asking what didn't even need confirmation.

"…Mm."

Kushida swallowed her laughter and forced her usual gentle tone.

"That's the only way he can feel the maternal love he lacks."

Sakura blushed.

She felt ashad for misunderstanding earlier.

Of course…

This was Kushida.

Only soone like her would go this far for classmates—

Even becoming a "mother" for a boy their age.

If it were her—

She could never do it.

Holding him like a baby… putting him to sleep…

It was way too embarrassing.

Uu…

As Kushida spoke, Sakura's already vague impression of Asakusa completely shattered—

Replaced by sothing entirely different.

"Ahem."

Kushida cleared her throat, regaining composure.

She hadn't forgotten why Sakura ca.

The photo.

At first, her instinct was simple—

Make him delete it.

Isn't having enough?!

But then—

She noticed sothing off.

Why hadn't Sakura been touched at all?

From everything Sakura said—

From her attitude—

It was clear.

She was completely inexperienced.

A blank slate.

That plain look really had protected her well.

But—

Seeing Sakura's current expression—

Kushida felt a flicker of irritation.

Why does she get off so easily?

Back then—

She had panicked.

Lost face.

Even went as far as kneeling and leaving handprints.

Terrified.

And now—

Sakura just walks away untouched?

She didn't like it.

Not one bit.

Her possessiveness and jealousy clashed—

And quickly—

Jealousy won.

"…You want him to delete the photo, right?"

Kushida brought the topic back.

"We're not dating, so asking to persuade him might be difficult."

Disappointnt filled Sakura's face.

But before she could lower her head—

Kushida continued:

"But… it's not impossible."

Sakura imdiately looked up.

"H-how?"

Kushida smiled gently.

"You rember what I said, right? That he lacks maternal love?"

Her hand lightly rested on Sakura's shoulder.

Feeling her slight tremble, her smile deepened.

"So… if Sakura becos his 'mother'…"

"Wouldn't that give you the right to ask him to delete any inappropriate photos of his 'mom'?"

She said it so naturally.

As if it made perfect sense.

…Even though it was complete nonsense.

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