Kaguya-sama Wants Me to Surrender

Amamiya Natsuki moved the folding table from the balcony. "Because I cleaned the room yesterday."

"Huh?"

"My room is usually a total mess, there's barely any space to walk, and supernatural events happen all the time."

"Supernatural events too?"

Yurikawa Hana clasped her hands in front of her chest, her eyes wide with nervousness.

Amamiya Natsuki's voice grew somber as he began to narrate, "It was just a few days ago. I woke up groggily one morning and suddenly realized something very important was missing from my room. There was no sign of the door being opened, and the window was shut tight, proving no one had broken in. But no matter what, I couldn't find the important item. It was as if it had vanished into thin air..."

Yurikawa Hana unconsciously lowered her voice, her tone timid. "Could it have been a ghost?"

Miko propped her right cheek with her hand and cut straight to the point:

"What was the thing you lost?"

"Good question." Amamiya Natsuki interlaced his fingers, his expression serious. "That morning, when I got up to get dressed, I could only find one sock. The other sock had vanished. I couldn't find it no matter what."

"I-it was just a sock?"

Yurikawa Hana's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What else would you think it was?" Amamiya Natsuki retorted.

The blonde girl snapped back to reality, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster stuffing its cheeks with seeds. "Natsuki-kun, that's so mean!"

"My deepest apologies." Amamiya Natsuki showed no remorse on his face. "But I'm not lying. A sock suddenly vanishing into thin air is indeed one of the three most common paranormal phenomena in daily life."

Yurikawa Hana cupped her oolong tea, unable to contain her curiosity. "Um... what are the other two paranormal phenomena?"

Amamiya Natsuki looked at the blonde girl. "You want to know?"

"Mhm, mhm."

Yurikawa Hana quickly nodded, her eyes brimming with curiosity.

Amamiya Natsuki withdrew his gaze and took out his workbook. "I'm not telling you."

Yurikawa Hana puffed out her cheeks and complained, "Miko, Natsuki-kun is bullying me! You have to do something about him!"

Yotsuya Miko slumped onto the table listlessly, like a dried fish.

"Sorry, I can't do anything."

Chapter 31: Natsuki-kun, Please Be Gentler

Studying not only brings joy but also drowsiness.

Before she could even finish her homework, Miko's eyelids began to droop. Her head bobbed, and soon she was fast asleep on the table.

"Miko fell asleep."

Yurikawa Hana looked up and whispered, "Don't wake her up, let her sleep for a while, okay?"

"Mhm."

Amamiya Natsuki nodded gently.

She wasn't asleep in an exam hall, so he hadn't planned on waking her up anyway.

"Miko looks like she's having a hard time," Yurikawa Hana whispered. "She zones out in class sometimes and is often sleepy. When I try to get her to sleep, she refuses, like she's forcing herself. Now that she's finally asleep, let her rest properly."

Amamiya Natsuki looked over in surprise.

She can tell all that? I thought she was a dummy.

"Natsuki-kun, your gaze is so mean," Yurikawa Hana puffed out her cheeks. "You must be thinking of something rude."

You guessed right, but there's no prize.

Amamiya Natsuki stood up and walked to the wardrobe. He took out a blanket and gently draped it over Miko.

It was still spring, and as the sun began to set, the temperature gradually dropped.

"Natsuki-kun is so gentle."

Yurikawa Hana gave him a thumbs-up and praised him in a low voice.

Just putting a blanket on her is considered gentle? No wonder gentle male protagonists are getting disliked these days.

Amamiya Natsuki sat back down. "Let's continue studying."

"Roger."

"..."

To avoid disturbing Miko, Yurikawa Hana moved her position and quietly came over to Amamiya Natsuki's side. She said pitifully, "Natsuki-kun, look at this problem. There are nine lit candles in a room. If five are blown out, how many are left... It's clearly five, so why is the answer five?"

"I don't understand, I really don't understand."

An inexplicable force appeared in the air again, drawing Amamiya Natsuki's gaze away from the problem and onto the blonde girl's chest.

This dummy is probably used to doing this at home. To relieve the burden on her shoulders, her chest is subconsciously pressing on the table... You should sit up straight when studying, don't lean on the table.

The table can no longer bear the abuse!

As the sun gradually set in the west, the room quietly grew dim.

"Hmm, what time is it?"

Yurikawa Hana suddenly noticed the sky outside the window.

Amamiya Natsuki glanced at his phone: "It's 5:10."

"Huh, we can go home now."

Yurikawa Hana sat up, stretched her arms straight above her head, and yawned lazily, letting out a languid sound from her nose. "We had P.E. today, my shoulders are so sore. I'm going to take a nice bath when I get home."

Her sore shoulders had nothing to do with P.E. The culprit was the fat on her chest!

Amamiya Natsuki looked down and organized his practice workbook.

The next moment, the girl's soft gasp suddenly rang out.

As Amamiya Natsuki looked up, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes, coming at him at high speed.

There was a projectile!

Amamiya Natsuki instinctively turned his head to dodge, but unfortunately, he couldn't avoid it. He felt a slight pain on his face as the projectile hit him, then bounced away.

"What was that?"

Amamiya Natsuki clutched his cheek and looked towards Yurikawa Hana.

As soon as he spoke, he knew what the projectile was.

Yurikawa Hana's pretty face turned red as she frantically covered her collar. Amamiya Natsuki could clearly see the girl's fair neck, delicate collarbone, and the faint outline beneath... The button of the school uniform that protected the girl's purity was nowhere to be found.

"I'm sorry!"

Yurikawa Hana covered her chest with both hands, her face flushed as she quickly apologized, her voice filled with shame. "I stretched too hard just now, and the button accidentally popped off again."

Wait, why did she say "again"?

Hasn't this happened before?

"I'm extremely sorry, please forgive me!"

Amamiya Natsuki rubbed his cheek and subconsciously said, "When you apologize, you should show..."

"Show what?"

Yurikawa Hana blinked her eyes. She was clearly a pure girl who hadn't driven on Akina Mountain.

"Nothing," Amamiya Natsuki changed the subject. "Your button hit my face just now, and then it bounced under the bed."

"I'll get it myself, I don't need Classmate Natsuki's help."

Yurikawa Hana covered her chest, knelt on the floor, and bent over to look under the bed.

Amamiya Natsuki watched, and a saying suddenly came to mind: "You can't just focus on the front; you need to be vigilant about the back too."

As everyone knows, the skirts of the girls' school uniforms at Nichijima Private Academy are usually very short, and Shuchiin Private Academy is no exception. It's usually not a problem, but when she's crawling on the floor looking for something, it's easy to expose herself.

For example, Amamiya Natsuki saw a faintly visible pink Peppa Pig.

A high school student wearing Peppa Pig? That's a style for elementary schoolers, isn't it?

Yurikawa Hana quickly sat up, glanced at Miko, who was still sleeping, her face flushed, and stammered a quiet request:

"Um... it's a bit dark under the bed, and I can't see clearly. Could Classmate Natsuki use his phone to shine a light for me?"

Amamiya Natsuki nodded gently, agreed, and walked to the bedside with his phone, turning on the flashlight function and shining it under the bed.

"I see it, it actually went in so deep..."

Yurikawa Hana's voice quickly rang out.

Amamiya Natsuki tilted his head and looked under the bed. He saw the button lying quietly in the corner. It was indeed quite deep.

"Classmate Natsuki, don't move," Yurikawa Hana quickly said. "I'm going to crawl in and get the button."

"Actually..."

As soon as Amamiya Natsuki spoke, Yurikawa Hana, like a caterpillar, crawled under the bed.

"What did Classmate Natsuki say just now?" the blonde girl's curious voice came from under the bed.

"It's fine now."

Amamiya Natsuki shook his head.

He could have used a tool to get the button out. She really didn't need to crawl under the bed herself.

"I got the button!"

Yurikawa Hana quickly exclaimed, preparing to crawl out from under the bed. However, halfway through her retreat, the blonde girl suddenly stopped moving.

"Classmate Natsuki, my clothes got caught on something, and I can't move now."

Amamiya Natsuki pondered, "Shall I take a look for you?"

"Please, Amamiya-kun."

Amamiya Natsuki crouched down and shone his phone's light, only seeing that her uniform was caught on something, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"I can't see clearly," Amamiya Natsuki said. "Let me check."

"Okay."

Amamiya Natsuki reached out his right hand and it landed on Yurikawa Hana's waist.

"Ah..."

A shy gasp escaped her lips, like a startled little beast that had accidentally stepped into a trap.

"Don't move," Amamiya Natsuki said calmly. "Be careful not to tear your clothes."

"I, I know..." Yurikawa Hana stammered. "It tickled just now... Um, Amamiya-kun, please be gentle."

It's just my waist you're touching, why are you reacting so strongly!

But speaking of which, this silly girl's waist is surprisingly slender, making me want to wrap my hands around it.

"Hold still, don't move."

Amamiya Natsuki instructed, and quickly found the culprit snagging her clothes.

"It's a nail on your butt."

Amamiya Natsuki said as he dislodged the fabric caught on the nail. "Move slowly, you should be fine now."

A moment later.

The disheveled blonde girl finally emerged from under the bed, panting and sprawled on it, her eyes hazy with moisture, teary:

"Finally, I'm out."