Seeing Fuka getting all worked up, Amane made a face of pure disgust.
"You got some kinda weird fetish or something? I'm trying to have a proper conversation here, and you're not happy about it?" Amane pursed her lips.
It seemed her understanding of Fuka was still far from complete.
"I like you much better when you're being serious. You suddenly getting all overly enthusiastic just feels… weird to me."
While bantering with Amane, Fuka's body subtly shifted into a fighting stance.
What was she trying to do?
It couldn't be…
"Fuka, what are you doing? Let me be clear, this tea I'm holding is a new item. I waited in line for ages to get it. If you break it, you're paying me back!" Amane said, hugging the drink protectively to her chest.
She was terrified Fuka would suddenly lose her marbles. And lay hands on the gift she'd spent over half an hour in line to buy.
"It's just a cup of tea. I'm not short on a few personal points. A chance like this is rare, and it's been forever since we last sparred, hasn't it? My hands are practically itching for it."
Brimming with fighting spirit, Fuka kept closing in on Amane.
"Don't you come any closer! Keep this up and I'll scream for help!"
School rules strictly forbade violent conflicts.
Getting caught meant immediate expulsion.
The rule's basic premise was: get caught, and you're out.
But… that only applied if you could get caught.
At critical moments, security cameras always seemed to be broken, or the person beaten half to death would stubbornly insist they'd just fallen.
So you couldn't put too much faith in the cameras.
"At this hour, everyone should be in their dorms. You could scream your lungs out, and no one would come to save you. So, how about giving me a good fight?"
Though Fuka's words were passionate, and her advance relentless, a closer observation would reveal that she was still being quite cautious.
After all, in all her past encounters with Amane, she had never once emerged victorious.
Now, finally facing an Amane who seemed a bit off her game, today might just be the day her win record went from zero to one!
"I don't want to fight… Fuka, can't we just talk this out? Why does it have to come to blows?" Amane took another step back.
But that single step back sent a chill through her back.
She had bumped right into a wall.
Fuka's eyes lit up.
She immediately threw a punch straight at Amane.
Having no intention of fighting back, Amane could only hug her head and crouch down.
Thud.
Completely unprepared for Amane's head-hugging crouch,
Fuka's fist slammed hard into the wall.
A sharp pain shot through her hand, making her grimace, her pretty features twisting uncomfortably.
"Um… Fuka, are you okay?"
Seeing Fuka clutching her hand, eyes squeezed shut, Amane couldn't help but ask.
"Hmph, life is full of surprises. A little scratch like this is nothing."
Was it really just a little scratch? Amane looked skeptically at Fuka's still-trembling arm.
"Now I'm getting serious."
With that, Fuka aimed a kick directly at Amane.
Amane braced to repeat her head-hugging crouch defense, but this time, Fuka was ready for it.
She deliberately targeted Amane's hands.
The intense pain forced Amane to loosen her grip instantly.
The iced tea and mousse cake in her hands immediately flew free.
Amane's heart ached as she watched the iced tea spill everywhere and the white chocolate mousse cake make intimate contact with the ground.
"Now you'll fight me, won't you? Miyako Amane!" Fuka thought that destroying the items Amane had worked so hard to obtain would finally provoke her into a fight.
Then they could have a proper, all-out spar.
Plus, with Amane not seeming her sharpest today, the advantage was all hers!!!
"I told you, I don't want to fight. What you just knocked away was my portion. The one I'm still holding is Suzune's. From now on, I'm going to protect it proper—"
Before Amane could finish, Fuka didn't even bother with a stance this time. She strode forward, snatched the black tea and cake from Amane's hands, and smashed them violently onto the ground.
"I don't care which one belongs to who! They're both destroyed now. So, is that enough?" Fuka looked at Amane provocatively.
Amane simply gazed sadly at the now partially crushed white chocolate mousse cake.
It had looked so delicious.
A single piece cost over two thousand personal points.
Just as she was mourning the cake she never got to taste, a black leather shoe stepped squarely onto the cake.
Then, the leg clad in black sheers—no, the leather shoe—began moving, grinding the cake into a complete mush.
"Have you really become so cowardly that you won't even fight back after being provoked like this? You haven't grown at all this past year, Amane."
The moment Fuka's taunt ended, her whole body flew backward as if hit by a cannonball.
The immense force was so sudden that Fuka didn't even process what happened before a sharp pain erupted in her abdomen and back.
She tumbled across the ground several times before finally coming to a stop.
As Fuka tried to push herself up to defend against Amane's next move, something black filled her vision.
Amane's foot came down squarely on Fuka's head.
"You… why do you always need a good beating before you're satisfied? Is defeating me really that important to you?"
Amane bent down. She reached a hand into the front of Fuka's uniform and began rummaging around.
"Y-you, what are you doing? Cough… Even if you won the fight, you can't humiliate me like this!"
Feeling Amane's hand freely exploring inside her clothes, Fuka immediately panicked. Fighting was one thing, but she was still a respectable young woman.
How could she face anyone after being manhandled like this by Amane?
"I said… are you even listening to me? Mmn~…"
Amane stopped her movements and looked down at Fuka.
She swore she was just normally searching for something.
Fuka, however… her face was burning bright red.
"Was that cute sound just now coming from you?"
"Ha? What kind of joke is that? Even a dog wouldn't get turned on by your clumsy groping! Mmm~…"
"..."
Amane and Fuka stared at each other.
"Forget it. You can take it out yourself." Amane withdrew her hand.
She was afraid that continuing to feel around might lead to something irreversible.
"T-take it out?" Fuka looked utterly shocked.
"Relax, I won't look." Amane's words made Fuka's head spin.
Was this about whether she looked or not?!
How could she possibly take that out?!
A sharp pain flared in Fuka's abdomen again. Amane's earlier blow had nearly taken her out of commission.
"Can we… change the terms? If not, I'll buy you ten cups of black tea as an apology. But taking it out… that's a bit too…" Fuka found it too embarrassing to finish.
Probably only Amane could come up with such a torturous method.
"Ten cups? It's a deal then. Jeez, you're so stingy about just handing over some points, but you're willing to compensate with ten cups. What strange times we live in." Amane lifted her foot from Fuka's face.
That's right.
Their entire conversation up to this point had happened with Amane's foot planted firmly on Fuka's face.
"Wait, what were you talking about just now? You were looking for my phone to transfer points?"
It seemed a good beating really made a difference. Her tone was much more polite now.
"Yeah, what did you think? If you hadn't made those weird noises, I would've found it already."
The moment Amane finished speaking, she saw Fuka sitting on the ground, looking at her with an expression of utter despair.
"You idiot! What kind of fool would hide their phone in their cleavage?! You were totally taking advantage of me!!!"
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T/N: love fuka too. might just be me, but she kinda gives me tm opera o vibes
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