Fujiwara Chika: "..."
That was right.
Though Chika was an airhead, Secretary Chika had remarkably sharp instincts. She could tell very clearly that what was happening in front of her was no prank.
"Natsuki-classmate... You've only just started high school. Don't go down the wrong path."
Fujiwara Chika urged him anxiously.
Amamiya Natsuki sat down in the chair opposite Chika and said with a perfectly straight face:
"If you had only three days left to live, what would you do?"
"Huh?" Fujiwara Chika blinked and asked cautiously, "What do you mean?"
"It's simple." Amamiya Natsuki interlaced his fingers and said gloomily, "I have a terminal illness. The doctor gave me the diagnosis, and I only have three days left to live."
A terminal illness was a good excuse. It could cover for any inappropriate behavior.
"Um... Don't give up on treatment." Fujiwara Chika said nervously, "I can ask my dad to recommend some world-renowned doctors."
"I've already consulted a lot of world-renowned doctors. They all told me to go home and spend the rest of my life there." Amamiya Natsuki continued his role-playing in a melancholy tone. "So, Classmate Chika... if you were in my shoes, what would you do with your last three days?"
"Well..." Fujiwara Chika thought seriously and said softly, "I think I'd spend that time with my family."
Amamiya Natsuki said expressionlessly:
"I don't have any family."
"Ah... I'm sorry." Fujiwara Chika quickly apologized. "Then your best friend."
Amamiya Natsuki said gloomily:
"I only had one friend. It was a hamster I raised myself, but it didn't make it through last winter."
Fujiwara Chika: "..."
No family, and only one friend, who was a hamster at that. What a miserable life!
Keep it together!
Don't panic!
The more critical the moment, the more important it was