Kazuto Kirigaya eventually swallowed his pride and went to Asuna's room.
The room number had, naturally, been given to him by a certain Usakawa Sumi, who wished to remain anonymous.
According to the same Usakawa Sumi, she'd gone to considerable trouble to discreetly find out where Asuna was. After giving Kazuto the details, she'd also taken a moment to tease him in their chat.
Kazuto sent her a bowing-down emoji.
Usakawa Sumi, on the other end, stared at it in surprise.
Wait, why could he send stickers?
Kazuto was standing outside the door, feeling a little awkward.
He knocked. Asuna should have received his request to enter the room.
But the door showed no sign of opening, and no system notification appeared to say that she'd rejected him.
Standing outside, Kazuto scratched his cheek and thought about what to say next.
He was wearing a slightly loose yukata, which wrapped around his well-built frame. His looks went without saying: amber-gold eyes, gleaming blond hair, handsome features, and a sunny smile. In a manga, he'd be the quintessential blond delinquent.
The kind who casually hit on other people's girlfriends.
He waited at the door for nearly ten minutes. Fortunately, they were on the second floor, and only their group of four had made it this far. Otherwise, he'd have died of embarrassment.
Just as he was about to sigh and leave, the door opened.
Asuna stood behind it, her expression stern.
Kazuto instinctively gave her a cheerful smile.
But she wasn't buying it. She gave the grinning boy a cold look and said, "Come in."
He gave her a sheepish smile, entered, and closed the door behind him.
The door clicked shut.
Out of Kazuto's sight, Asuna's cool expression instantly gave way to a blush. An unnatural flush rose across her