Faced with this question that could be called despairing, Imaizumi Keita's brain was exceptionally calm.
He even had the leisure to sigh in his heart.
Stupid woman, truly worthy of being the fake girlfriend he chose...
"Is your brain filled with soy milk?"
Imaizumi Keita spoke bluntly, his voice full of irritation as he glared fiercely at Yanami.
"Eh?"
Yanami Anna clearly hadn't expected that her sorrowful interrogation would be met with such a merciless reprimand.
The gloomy expression on her face froze instantly, turning into a look of total blankness.
"Is now the time to be obsessing over such trivial things?"
Imaizumi Keita gestured with his chin toward Shioyaki Lemon, who was clinging to him in his arms, his tone full of frustration at her lack of sense.
"Take a good look at Shioyaki's state right now!"
Being yelled at like that, Yanami Anna finally shifted her gaze from Imaizumi Keita's face—which was making her heart flutter in agitation—to Shioyaki Lemon.
With just one glance, she gasped.
Shioyaki Lemon's cheeks were flushed with an abnormal feverish red, the stray hairs on her forehead were completely soaked with sweat and stuck to her skin, and her eyes were vacant and unfocused.
Most importantly, her entire body was hanging limply off Imaizumi Keita, her breathing rapid yet weak; she looked completely unconscious.
"H-Heatstroke?!"
Yanami Anna's voice was filled with disbelief and shock.
Only now did she belatedly notice the terrifying, steamer-like high temperature inside the sports equipment warehouse.
So... the reason Imaizumi-kun was rushing me with messages earlier wasn't because he was impatient, but because...
A surge of guilt and self-reproach instantly welled up, causing Yanami's cheeks to turn somewhat pale.
"Mmm... Kin-chan..."
Just then, Shioyaki Lemon suddenly mumbled dizzily.
She seemed completely unaware of the tense atmosphere around them, merely rubbing her cheek contentedly against Imaizumi Keita's cool school uniform shirt, wearing a silly, happy smile.
"So cool... Kin-chan's body feels so good..."
Yanami Anna's cheeks flared up instantly, burning at an uncontrollable speed.
This idiot Lemon! What on earth is she saying!
"You! Let go of him right now!"
Shame and annoyance instantly overrode her reason. Yanami Anna lunged forward, not caring about anything else, grabbed Shioyaki Lemon's arms, and forcefully pulled her out of Imaizumi Keita's embrace.
Being pulled like that, Shioyaki Lemon's body swayed, and she almost fell over.
Yanami Anna was quick and caught her by bending down, only then realizing that Shioyaki Lemon's body was alarmingly hot.
Next, her gaze fell upon what was in Imaizumi Keita's hands.
"And you too!"
Yanami Anna snatched away the tank top, ignoring the fact that it was still stained with Lemon's sweat and Imaizumi's body heat, and said in a commanding tone:
"Turn around! No looking!"
Seeing her huffing like that, Imaizumi Keita obediently raised his hands and turned his back to them.
Taking this chance, Imaizumi quickly tidied up the somewhat messy warehouse and slipped the camera back into his pocket.
Yanami Anna huffed and hurriedly began helping the completely limp Shioyaki Lemon get dressed.
The process was much more difficult than she had imagined.
Shioyaki Lemon's body was hot and soft, with no strength at all. It took Yanami Anna a great deal of effort to finally get the sports tank top back on her, and she put the soaked short-sleeved shirt on over it as well.
"Done!"
She let out a long sigh of relief, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
"What now? We have to get her to the Infirmary right away!"
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