He was given the middle finger by Yukiya.
Eijun was fuming.
But he had to go find the next person.
It had been quite a long time since school was dismissed.
Most of the clubs had disbanded.
Including the art club.
In front of the shoe lockers, Eriri was alone, changing her indoor shoes.
“Zenmura-kun!”
Eijun called out to the blonde twin-tailed figure.
Eriri froze.
Then she turned her head, frowning, to look at Eijun.
“Didn’t I tell you? Don’t talk to me at school!”
After witnessing Eijun’s self-destructive introduction in the morning class.
Eriri immediately sent a LINE warning to Eijun.
She absolutely wouldn’t allow him to talk to her at school.
“Ah, I forgot, but I have something important to tell you.”
Eijun scratched his head.
Hearing this, Eriri stepped back cautiously.
“Anyway, please take a look at this first!”
Eijun handed Eriri a stack of papers.
Page One: “Shining Girl Project!”
Page Two: “Make the Best Gal Game!”
Page Three: Blank.
Flipping through the next few pages, the result was the same.
Eriri looked at Eijun with a ‘are you kidding me?’ expression.
“Huh? What is this?”
“Um, a planning document?”
Eijun replied.
Eriri was silent for two seconds, then crumpled the nonsensical plan into a ball.
Amid Eijun’s wail, she threw it right at his head.
“Don’t come looking for me.”
As Eriri spoke, she walked towards the school gate.
“But, you’re the only one who can be the artist for my game, after all, you’re the—”
He didn’t finish his sentence.
Because Eriri had already glared at him with an angry look.
Those azure eyes now had a tinge of bloodshot.
Just what was this guy up to?
Didn’t he do enough damage to her in elementary school?
If not for meeting Yukiya after transferring schools.
Eriri’s thoughts drifted to her current relationship with Yukiya.
Her anger intensified.
“If you dare utter that name, if you dare to disturb my life again, I will tell my mother.”
Eriri was a lady after all.
Even when furious, her words were restrained.
If it had been Yukiya.
It would probably just be a ‘I have to go to my 8 AM class’.
But Eriri’s words at this moment were a million times more effective than a simple curse.
Eijun was already trembling.
Eriri’s mother.
He knew exactly who she was.
Sayuri Zenmura.
A true member of the Sakura Country’s aristocracy, a figure in the upper circles of Tokyo society.
Eijun was no longer an elementary school student.
He clearly knew that a person like her, with a snap of her fingers, could make him vanish without a trace.
‘Ruin’ was an understatement.
So, Eijun could only stand there trembling, not daring to make a single move.
On the other side.
Yukiya had returned to the apartment.
As he opened the entrance door, he saw Shizuka’s small leather shoes.
Shizuka, like Yukiya, was a member of the “Stay-at-Home” club.
No one bothered them after school was dismissed.
So naturally, she had arrived at the apartment before Yukiya.
“I’m home.”
Yukiya greeted her as usual.
“Welcome home.”
Shizuka was sitting in the living room, legs crossed, looking relaxed.
Her bare legs, encased in black stockings, swayed up and down, her long toes casually wiggling in white slippers.
“We’re having seafood porridge tonight. Senpai, come help me prepare the ingredients. I’m not in a good mood, and I want Senpai to keep me company for a bit.”
Yukiya said as he took the apron hanging on the side of the refrigerator.
This was what made Yukiya so outstanding.
He spoke his mind directly. Expressing his emotions was never a shameful thing.
Even when filled with anger, he would never take it out on others.
No one had an obligation to bear your unjustified low pressure.
Even someone who deeply loved you.
If Yukiya had come home today, feeling completely repressed, with a resentful expression on his face.
If he had shouted and yelled at Shizuka, who was waiting in the living room, and lost control.
Then, even if Shizuka didn’t know anything, she would definitely comfort him.
Perhaps later they would discover it was all a misunderstanding, reconcile, and be together again.
But doing so would definitely hurt Shizuka’s heart.
Yukiya would never do that.
He skillfully sliced open a Northern shrimp with a kitchen knife.
Yukiya deftly removed the vein, peeled off the shell, and placed it on a plate for later use.
Shizuka washed the rice nearby, helping Yukiya out.
“Senpai, Eijun invited you to join his club today, right?”
Yukiya inquired in a casual tone.
Shizuka paused slightly in her hand movements.
She looked at Yukiya.
“There was such a thing. Eijun-kun found me during lunch break, inviting me to join the game club.”
Yukiya nodded.
“Well, although it might be a bit presumptuous, I still want to remind Senpai.”
“That guy is extremely disgusting and despicable.”
“Although it’s not good to slander others like this, I’m telling the truth so it’s okay.”
“Getting close to someone who uses people’s feelings as bargaining chips, dragging them along to do work for them, will make you unhappy!”
He tried to speak in a calm voice.
But because he cared about it, he couldn’t help but clench his teeth.
Shizuka put down the ingredients in her hand and took a kitchen paper towel to wipe her hands.
Then she reached out and pressed down on Yukiya’s hand, taking the kitchen knife from him and setting it aside.
Then she cupped Yukiya’s face in her hands.
Forcing Yukiya to look at her.
“So, actually, Ex-Boyfriend-kun is jealous?”
Shizuka smiled happily, mischievously.
Yukiya looked into Shizuka’s crimson eyes.
He could see the love blooming in her eyes.
“Yes, I’m very uncomfortable, my chest feels tight with anger, I’m about to cry.”
Yukiya admitted frankly.
Shizuka was stunned for a moment, then pinched Yukiya’s cheek.
‘What’s this, you haven’t changed at all.’
After their reunion, Yukiya’s overly mature actions and personality had made Shizuka uneasy.
It was as if the clumsy, naive boy who would get jealous over her and have his heartstrings pulled was gone.
But it seemed like the boy had just grown up.
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