Multi-Anime, Kira Yoshikage Desires a Peaceful Life

Although Shuchiin Academy's tuition was extremely high, an ordinary family could still grit their teeth and manage it—at worst, they could borrow money.

But Kira Yoshikage had no one to borrow from. He could only rely on himself.

Because no matter how hard he worked, he could save at most 360,000 yen a year, not even half the amount.

Of course.

He could also give up on enrolling, and then he wouldn't have to pay the hefty tuition.

But that would also mean he'd have to spend his entire life doing part-time jobs that only paid minimum wage, never able to find stable employment—this didn't align with Kira Yoshikage's definition of tranquility.

On the other hand, although Shuchiin Academy's tuition was steep, it almost guaranteed entry into university afterward, even prestigious ones.

And only with a university degree could one have a chance at higher pay.

Ding-dong~!

The sudden doorbell interrupted Kira Yoshikage's thoughts. He walked to the entrance and opened the door.

What came into view was a girl with blonde hair, wearing a yellow button-up shirt with light blue stripes, dark blue ripped denim shorts, and a black cap.

Kitagawa Marin held both hands behind her back, tilted her head, and flashed a bright smile:

"Yo, Kira-kun~, I'm here!"

"Good morning, Kitagawa-san."

Kira Yoshikage's gaze, tinged with a hint of regret, shifted from her hands hidden behind her back—unseen—to the hands of the two other girls behind her, and only then did he speak gently:

"Good morning, Miura-san, Yuibihama-san."

Yes.

Kitagawa Marin hadn't come alone.

She'd brought two friends along: Miura Yumiko, who also had long blonde hair and wore a purple short-sleeve top with a black skirt, and Yuibihama Yui, who had pink hair, a matching cap, and a green short-sleeve top.

But this had nothing to do with Kira Yoshikage. As long as she paid, she could bring as many people as she wanted.

Besides, three pairs of hands meant triple the pleasure—a feast for the eyes, delightful to behold.

"Good morning, Kira-kun." Miura Yumiko replied with a hint of nervousness.

"Good morning, Kira-kun."

Yuibihama Yui greeted him energetically, her gaze curiously slipping past Kira Yoshikage to try and peek at what his room looked like.

Kira Yoshikage shifted his eyes from Miura Yumiko's hands and looked at Kitagawa Marin:

"Leaving right away?"

"No need to rush that much."

Kitagawa Marin blinked. "At the very least, we should have breakfast first, right?"

"Oh."

Kira Yoshikage nodded lightly in understanding, then asked:

"Are you treating?"

"Eh~!"

Kitagawa Marin looked a bit incredulous. "Normally, isn't it the guy who offers to pay?"

"I'm broke."

Because his tone was too calm, it came off as oddly self-righteous.

Kitagawa Marin sighed in exasperation:

"Fine, I'll treat, okay?"

Kira Yoshikage thought for a moment:

"There's an udon shop nearby that I think is pretty good."

"Udon? No problem."

Kitagawa Marin nodded in agreement, but just as Kira Yoshikage was about to step out, she stopped him:

"STOP!"

"Hm?"

Kira Yoshikage looked puzzled.

Kitagawa Marin pointed at his clothes:

"You're going out dressed like that?"

Kira Yoshikage looked down at his spotless white short-sleeve shirt:

"Is there a problem?"

"A huge problem!"

Kitagawa Marin let out a helpless sigh.

"Why are you wearing your school uniform on the weekend too?"

"Most people won't recognize it as Shuchiin Academy's uniform anyway. They'll just think you're some ordinary office worker."

"No way!"

Kitagawa Marin muttered under her breath, "Don't you have any other clothes?"

She paused, as if afraid Kira Yoshikage might refuse, then added:

"I'm paying you, you know~. Wearing a school uniform is way too sloppy, isn't it?"

Kira Yoshikage thought it over. For an employer, this was indeed a reasonable request.

"Wait a moment. I'll change."

Kira Yoshikage replied, then turned and went back inside.

Kitagawa Marin didn't press further. Smiling, she walked to the entrance, glanced at the genkan—which didn't even have a shoe rack—and called out loudly:

"Kira-kun~, can we come in?"

Kira Yoshikage looked at the only suit in his closet, a white one, and hearing the voice from the entrance, responded:

"Just come in. No need to take off your shoes. Make yourselves at home."

Chapter 15: If I Can't Have It, No One Can?

"It's pretty clean~"

Kitagawa Marin sat on the edge of the bed, curiously looking around for a moment, a little surprised.

She'd thought a guy's room would be a mess.

"Marin, you didn't tell me we were coming to Kira-kun's house!"

Miura Yumiko tried to keep her voice down, but it was still laced with obvious embarrassment.

"Isn't this great?"

Kitagawa Marin blinked, smiling as she asked, "Weren't you looking forward to it?"

Miura Yumiko's face flushed red. Instead of arguing with Kitagawa Marin, she reached out and tickled her side.

"Ah! Yumiko, don't, don't touch there, that's no good... ahaha..."

"...No... can't take it... I'm fighting back..."

"Yaaah~ Don't... don't touch there, you idiot..."

By the time Kira Yoshikage came out of the bathroom, he saw two blonde girls clutching each other's waists, laughing so hard they'd collapsed onto the bed, looking completely wrecked...

Yuibihama Yui saw Kira Yoshikage emerge and stood there at a loss, flapping her hands nervously:

"I'm so sorry, Kira-kun, they didn't mean to."

Kira Yoshikage glanced at the girl's pale hands, then looked at the two on the bed, at the tender, dewy skin exposed beneath their lifted tops from tickling too hard, and at their slender jade fingers gripping each other's waists.

As if noticing Kira Yoshikage's gaze, Yuibihama Yui blushed and stepped forward to pull their tops back down.

"Sorry, Kira-kun, for messing up your bed..."

Kitagawa Marin, who had ended up pinning Miura Yumiko beneath her despite being the one to start it, finally caught her breath, her cheeks faintly red.

It was her first time at someone else's house, and she'd gone and messed up their bed without a care—how rude...

Miura Yumiko quickly got off the bed too, hanging her head like a child who'd done something wrong, nervous:

"I'm sorry, Kira-kun..."

"It's fine."

Kira Yoshikage stepped forward and smoothed out the slightly wrinkled bedsheet.

Kitagawa Marin and Miura Yumiko stood to the side, watching Kira Yoshikage in his white suit, their eyes lighting up.

"So handsome!"

Kitagawa Marin and Miura Yumiko exchanged a glance, reading each other's thoughts instantly.

After all, they both felt the same way.

"Can we go now?"

Kira Yoshikage finished tidying the bed and asked.

Kitagawa Marin flashed a V sign and grinned:

"Yosh! Let's head out!"

The four of them left together, had breakfast at the udon shop Kira Yoshikage recommended, and then headed straight for the subway station.

A group of one guy and three girls was bound to make passersby turn their heads.

But Kira Yoshikage deliberately slowed his pace, falling behind Kitagawa Marin and the other two.

To outsiders, it made them look like unrelated strangers.

"Perfect chance!"

Kitagawa Marin saw Kira Yoshikage slow his pace, and her eyes lit up. She tapped Miura Yumiko's arm with her nail-tipped index finger. But Miura Yumiko acted as if she hadn't noticed at all, chatting casually with Yuibihama Yui.

"With such a good opportunity, you're not going to take it?!"

Kitagawa Marin felt a bit helpless, almost frustrated at her lack of ambition.

"Since you won't step up, I'll have to do it myself and force you to step up!"

Kitagawa Marin thought silently, then suddenly turned and walked over to Kira Yoshikage, asking with a smile:

"Hey, Kira-kun~"

"Is this outfit for cosplaying some anime character?"

"No."

Kira Yoshikage's speech was slow and steady.

"Eh~"

Kitagawa Marin drew out the last syllable, "But the style of this suit doesn't seem very common, does it?"

Actually, she had no idea about the specific styles of men's suits; she was just randomly picking a topic to keep the conversation going.

After all, Kira Yoshikage looked determined to kill the conversation, and Miura Yumiko had completely changed from her usual self, turning into a timid little quail. That left only her to find a topic.

Kitagawa Marin felt like she was Miura Yumiko's old mother, worrying herself sick over her.

Kira Yoshikage glanced at her:

"Because I designed it myself."