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"No one will come even if you shout until your throat is hoarse?"
"Do you even hear what you're saying?!"
"If it were anyone else, you'd be the protagonist of an adult film right now!"
"..."
Kitahara Makoto's anger flared, but thankfully, his rationality still held the upper hand.
Although her words just now were full of ambiguity, there was definitely no hidden meaning; it was just a stoic girl's usual behavior. If he dared to reach out carelessly, he would definitely end up in prison, working on a sewing machine.
"Tomori-san, steady your body, don't move around," Kitahara Makoto said softly. "I'll take a look at what's going on."
"Mm."
"..."
So fragrant.
As Kitahara Makoto knelt down, preparing to delve under the desk, he quickly smelled the sweet, orchid-like, musky scent emanating from the girl.
He didn't know if it was the scent of cosmetics or the girl's natural scent, but it was incredibly pleasant.
Kitahara Makoto held his breath slightly, suppressing stray thoughts, and continued to delve deeper.
Unfortunately, the space under the desk was only so big. Although Kitahara Makoto tried his best to maintain distance, he inevitably brushed against Takamatsu's body.
"Mmm..."
The moment his arm accidentally touched the girl's waist, Takamatsu Tomori couldn't help but let out a low groan. Her body trembled slightly, and her breathing suddenly quickened.
"I'm sorry," Kitahara Makoto quickly apologized. "I accidentally touched you just now."
"N-no, it's fine..." Takamatsu Tomori's voice trembled slightly. "You continue..."
"I'll finish as quickly as possible." Kitahara Makoto narrowed his eyes, carefully inspecting the situation under the desk, and quickly found the problem. "There's a nail under the desk, and it's caught your hair... To help get it out, I'll have to touch Tomori-san's hair. Is that okay?"
"Yes..."
"That's good."
Kitahara Makoto let out a soft breath, propping one hand on the desk and reaching the other hand towards Takamatsu Tomori's head.
The girl's hair was soft, smooth, and cool to the touch, feeling exceptionally good.
Takamatsu Tomori's body trembled slightly, her ear tips suddenly flushed crimson, and she said nervously:
"N-no..."
"What's wrong?"
Kitahara Makoto paused his movements, questioning.
Takamatsu Tomori's voice was soft and full of shame: "Don't blow on my ear..."
"I'm not blowing on it," Kitahara Makoto, of course, didn't want to be labeled a pervert and explained earnestly, "That was just normal breathing."
Takamatsu Tomori's small face was flushed crimson like fire, and her voice trembled as she said: "Th-then can you please not breathe?"
Kitahara Makoto's tone was faint: "Humans will die if they don't breathe..."
"I-I'm sorry..."
"But for Tomori-san, I'll try to hold my breath."
"..."
The hot breath no longer brushed her ear, and Takamatsu Tomori finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Listening to her rapidly beating heart, a hint of bewilderment flashed in Takamatsu Tomori's eyes.
Why... why did it turn out like this?
She came to school as usual, met a schoolmate who also liked insects, and was very happy.
She heard that the other person wanted to make insect specimens, volunteered to help find insects, and then temporarily stored them in the clubroom.
It was clearly a very happy day, so why did it suddenly become so embarrassing?
"Just one last strand of hair, and it'll be over soon..."
Kitahara Makoto let out a soft breath.
For him, his current posture was also very awkward.
The slightest mistake could get him labeled a 'pervert' by Takamatsu, and he was enduring it with considerable difficulty.
However, no sooner had he spoken than the door suddenly opened.
Whoosh!
A gentle spring breeze blew in from outside, followed by a cheerful, clear voice full of energy:
"Tomori-san, I came to play with you... Eh?!"
Kitahara Makoto and Takamatsu Tomori both turned their heads to look, and saw a cute girl with waist-length pink hair standing outside the clubroom door, her eyes wide with shock, her face full of disbelief.
An empty clubroom.
Takamatsu Tomori, her face flushed red, panting, kneeling on the ground, and with disheveled clothes.
Behind Tomori-chan, a boy she had never seen before was half-kneeling...
No wonder Tomori-chan was so strange today, disappearing as soon as class ended and not even eating lunch with her. So she was secretly dating a boy!
No, no, this isn't just a normal date, is it?
This was clearly a very intimate, sticky date!
After two seconds of stunned silence, the pink-haired girl's pretty face quickly flushed red. She bowed in a panic, then quickly said:
"I'm sorry, I interrupted, I didn't see anything!"
After speaking, without giving any chance for explanation, the pink-haired girl turned and ran, closing the door with a whoosh.
Kitahara Makoto came back to his senses and awkwardly coughed lightly:
"It seems we've been misunderstood... Should I help explain?"
"It hurts..." When Takamatsu Tomori had turned her head in surprise just now, she had already broken the last strand of hair. Now, covering her head, she sat on the ground in a seiza position, looking up with teary eyes at his words. "What misunderstanding?"
Kitahara Makoto: "..."
What misunderstanding?
Of course, it's a misunderstanding of our innocence!
Fortunately, Takamatsu Tomori wasn't as lacking in common sense as Mashiro, and she quickly reacted. Her already crimson face became even redder. She nervously lowered her head and said with shame:
"N-no need, I'll just explain to Anon later... Stag beetle, here you go."
"Thank you very much."
Kitahara Makoto took the stag beetle, carefully put the insect into his school bag, then thanked her and left.
The atmosphere was super awkward; leaving as soon as possible was the right thing to do.
Walking out of the clubroom, the hallway was empty. The pink-haired girl, Anon, was nowhere to be seen.
"Chihaya Anon?" Kitahara Makoto let out a soft breath. "Leaving it to Takamatsu to explain should be fine... right?"
Shaking his head, Kitahara Makoto walked downstairs, preparing to meet up with Bocchi-chan and Miss Fallen Ojou-sama.
Before he even reached the school building, a very familiar brown-haired girl suddenly appeared in front of him:
"Hello, classmate, can you please help me with something?"
Kitahara Makoto stopped, a subtle expression on his face.
If he wasn't mistaken, the girl in front of him was clearly Nagasaki Soyo, whom he had seen just yesterday evening, wasn't she?
They weren't even in the same school, so why did she suddenly appear in front of him?
"Hello," Kitahara Makoto nodded slightly. "What is it?"
Nagasaki Soyo clasped her hands in front of her chest, a sweet smile on her face, exuding the elegant demeanor of a young lady:
"Actually, I came to visit a friend, but it's my first time here, and I accidentally got lost..."
"Are you looking for Togawa Sakiko?" Kitahara Makoto said casually. "I know where she is."
Nagasaki Soyo's smile froze. She tried hard to purse her pink lips, hiding the murderous intent deep in her eyes:
"Um, I'm not here to see Togawa-chan, I'm here to see another friend, Tomori-chan..."
"Takamatsu, right?"
Kitahara Makoto's expression was strange, but fortunately, he didn't say it aloud.
I also know where she is, after all, I was just on top of her.
Nagasaki Soyo clasped her hands in front of her chest and said softly:
"My phone ran out of battery, so I can't have my friend come pick me up... Can this classmate lend me your phone for a moment?"
"...No problem."
Kitahara Makoto pondered for a moment, then handed over his phone.
Although there was no evidence, how could there be such a coincidence... Could she be here for him?
Because Kitahara Makoto was right beside her, Nagasaki Soyo didn't tamper with the phone. Instead, she honestly dialed Takamatsu Tomori's number, while firmly memorizing Kitahara Makoto's phone number.
"Thank you so much today, I'm truly grateful."
Nagasaki Soyo returned the phone with both hands, her pretty face tilted up thirty degrees, her eyes filled with gratitude.
"It was nothing."
Kitahara Makoto waved his hand and turned to leave.
Watching Kitahara Makoto's retreating figure disappear, Nagasaki Soyo's smile quietly vanished, and her gaze quickly became sharp.
"Heh, men... Watch me take you down within three days."
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