You Look Like My Robert

Nishida Yuki was born into the Nishida Conglomerate.

She had received an elite education from childhood, possessed a remarkably forceful personality, and had seen much of the world because of her family.

To her, attending high school was merely a way to experience ordinary life.

Having been born at the peak of life, she believed that hard work and diligence could not compare to being born well. There was almost nothing she could not obtain.

That said, Nishida Yuki was still a girl.

She liked cute things and fluffy pets, and she had now taken an interest in Fukayama Midori, who was short and had the same frizzy hairstyle as Robert.

This scheming girl had naturally noticed Suzuran Ayano, the tsundere Heroine beside Fukayama Midori. Besides, Suzuran Ayano had just slapped Fukayama Midori right in front of everyone.

That "smack" had been loud enough that anyone unaware of the situation would have thought Fukayama Midori had done something perverted.

Akimoto Yoichi knew perfectly well that she had come over to ask him what had happened between Fukayama Midori and Suzuran Ayano.

"The ones beside me are Fukayama Midori and Suzuran Ayano. They're childhood friends. Fukayama Midori was looking at your black stockings just now, and Suzuran Ayano got jealous and slapped him."

Who cared whether she was some unattainable flower? Big breasts or not, shiny black stockings or not, she could not disturb his studying.

"Do you have any other questions, student representative?"

"If you're done, please move your hand off my vocabulary notebook."

"If there's anything else you want to ask, then unfortunately, I don't know either. I only met those two today."

A trace of impatience inevitably slipped into his tone.

The Heroine Entry "Pet Pampering" showed that Nishida Yuki herself had a strong possessive streak toward anything she took a liking to. She enjoyed taking the initiative and being in control.

But when facing Blondie, that little sadistic side of Nishida Yuki's could easily turn masochistic.

When someone accustomed to standing above others was suddenly pinned to the ground and toyed with in the palm of someone's hand, that someone would become her.

It was not impossible for a capitalist to be hung from a streetlamp and rubbed into the ground.

Akimoto Yoichi did not like Nishida Yuki's attitude of "I can handle a little blond brat like you with ease."

"How interesting~" Nishida Yuki covered her mouth and chuckled as she looked at Akimoto Yoichi's expression, then casually withdrew the hand she had placed over his vocabulary notebook.

It was impossible to tell which part she found interesting.

Interesting my ass. Just a little girl, putting on airs like some kind of queen.

Akimoto Yoichi ignored Nishida Yuki and continued memorizing vocabulary.

Nishida Yuki did not say anything else. She merely studied Akimoto Yoichi, who was treating her as though she did not exist, with an interested gaze.

Her snow-white arms were folded beneath her ample chest, and her long legs in black stockings were pressed tightly together as she sat upright without the slightest gap between them.

From the looks of it, she seemed to be waiting for Akimoto Yoichi to strike up a conversation with her first.

Unfortunately, Akimoto Yoichi remained unmoved. Instead, the others around them eagerly began making awkward small talk with the new student representative.

The noise irritated Akimoto Yoichi greatly. He stood up and, under Nishida Yuki's surprised and displeased gaze, walked toward an empty seat in the back.

Just as Akimoto Yoichi sat down in the back, Fukayama Midori and Suzuran Ayano, who had previously left their seats, returned.

The slap mark was still visible on Fukayama Midori's face, while Suzuran Ayano had calmed down considerably.

The opening ceremony had yet to end, and the principal was still up front talking about things like the new semester's goals.

"Hmph." With a cold snort, Suzuran Ayano turned her head, swept her gaze over the back rows, and walked toward Akimoto Yoichi.

"..." Fukayama Midori watched Suzuran Ayano turn and leave. He wanted to say something, but hesitated so long that by the time he was ready to speak, she had already gone far away. When he turned back and saw Nishida Yuki beside his seat, his face immediately flushed red. He stood there stiffly, awkwardly staring at his own toes.

Seeing that Fukayama Midori had still not followed and was standing where he was, Suzuran Ayano, who had already reached the back seats, showed disappointment in her eyes.

When Akimoto Yoichi saw Suzuran Ayano sit beside him, he flipped through his English vocabulary even faster.

"Fukayama-kun, did I interrupt you two? If I was in your way, then I'm terribly sorry." Nishida Yuki spoke at just the right moment, politely greeting Fukayama Midori.

"Huh? No, no, you weren't in the way at all. I'm sorry. Suzuran was so rude—I apologize to you on her behalf, Nishida."

Fukayama Midori lowered his head and bowed stiffly to Nishida Yuki, while his feet still carried him toward her.

Naturally, he did not dare sit directly beside Nishida Yuki. Instead, he sat one seat away from her.

Nishida Yuki did not mind that. She still held the initiative, looking at Fukayama Midori as though he were a small animal.

"You're so kind, Fukayama-kun. Please take care of me from now on. May I call you Midori-kun?"

"Huh? Th-that's... okay."

"You can call me Yuki too, Midori-kun."

"Th-that's still... a little hard to say. Sorry, Nishida."

"That's all right, Midori-kun. We can take things slowly. The way you get nervous makes you look like my Robert."

"Robert? I-is he your friend, Nishida? A foreigner?"

"Hm? Midori-kun, you must think Robert is my boyfriend right now, don't you?"

"N-no! I didn't think that... Well, okay, I did think that for a moment."

"Very good. Honest children are good children." By now, Nishida Yuki and Fukayama Midori were chatting back and forth with ease.

The little shut-in Fukayama Midori had been completely drawn into her rhythm and had utterly forgotten Suzuran Ayano in the back row.

One had to admit that Nishida Yuki was indeed more worldly than most people her age, though in Akimoto Yoichi's eyes, she was just a brat pretending to be mature.

"I won't tell you about Robert just yet."

"It's my little secret. Now that I've told Midori-kun, it has become a secret between Midori-kun and me."

"But Midori-kun, you really do look like my Robert. I'm so happy to have become friends with you."

Nishida Yuki raised a finger to her lips, closed one eye, and struck a captivating pose.

Her especially ample chest and the noble aura of a Young Lady around her combined into something that truly made it difficult for adolescent boys to keep a clear head.

Little did they know, Robert was a dog Nishida Yuki kept.

"I-is that so? A secret? I understand. I won't tell anyone." Fukayama Midori was effortlessly wrapped around her finger, merely scratching the back of his head and grinning foolishly.

He failed to notice in the slightest that Suzuran Ayano's gaze from the back row was gradually dimming with disappointment.

As Nishida Yuki looked at Fukayama Midori beside her, she could not help turning back to glance at Akimoto Yoichi again. She seemed to have regained a little confidence.

But when Nishida Yuki turned around, she met Suzuran Ayano's eyes as well, and Suzuran Ayano clenched her fists.

"Akimoto-kun, am I really that troublesome?"

Hearing Suzuran Ayano beside him, Akimoto Yoichi raised his head.

Yeah, good question.

You actually asked a blond brat something like that.