"No, if that were the case, I'd be running away without looking back right now." Though embarrassed, Sakayori Iroha immediately waved her hands in denial.
"I figured. So what is it?"
"Because, um..."
Before she could explain, that strikingly beautiful figure made his way toward them amid constant double takes and people hitting on him.
The sight made the girls sigh. Being handsome or beautiful was hard too...
In theory, her voice just now shouldn't have been enough to catch his attention in such a noisy environment, yet he had still come over.
That was because—he had been lying in wait for them here.
His main goal was to strike up a conversation with her two friends whom he had yet to meet—strictly speaking, Ms. Roka.
After all, Mio Takamiya was a pure-love warrior. Non-single virgins were categorically outside her hunting range.
That much was clear from Koto Satsuki's mother... even now, she had never provided him with any favorability.
In other words, her spiritual power refused to build a corridor for it to flow through.
To prevent relationships from becoming more and more chaotic in the future, he thought this design was pretty good... Things were already troublesome enough. Forget all that thunderstorm family-drama nonsense.
"Good evening, Iroha. Who are these two?" After arriving, he greeted Sakayori Iroha as if nothing was amiss while sizing up the three girls.
Since it was still a weekday, their basic outfits were their school uniforms.
He was different, dressed in expensive, comfortable casual menswear—identical to something in his own wardrobe.
"Good evening, Chihaya..." How should she put it? Sakayori Iroha's scalp was tingling. The thing she feared most, the thing she least wanted to happen, had happened anyway.
There really was nothing between them, but teenage high school girls were bound to