Omniverse Time Loop, I Do Whatever I Want

She looked at Fushimi Makoto's face and inexplicably felt he had such an approachable air that she had spilled everything she knew the moment she opened her mouth.

"Yukinoshita is indeed not easy to get along with, so it's normal for you to feel that way." Fushimi Makoto pretended not to notice her reaction.

Nakano Itsuki also snapped back to reality and asked in a low voice, "Hey, Fushimi-kun, about that secret of Ichika's..."

"I haven't received her permission yet."

"Oh."

Nakano Itsuki bit her lower lip.

What she actually wanted to ask was: How do you plan to tell me Ichika's secret the moment you get it?

Translated, that meant: I want to exchange contact information.

The strange, approachable aura Fushimi Makoto possessed today was the very reason she was so determined to get his contact info.

It was just that her reserve as a girl made her feel too embarrassed to ask directly.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, complaining silently.

Time to make a move.

Fushimi Makoto watched the change in the girl's expression, raised a hand to tap his own forehead, and muttered as if to himself, "I actually forgot about this."

"Eh?" Nakano Itsuki was startled.

Then she saw Fushimi Makoto smiling sheepishly, "I said I'd tell you the moment I knew, but I suddenly realized I don't even have your contact information."

Nakano Itsuki felt a surge of joy, and the self-reproach she had been feeling moments ago vanished.

She couldn't help but smile, "You're only realizing this now?"

Fushimi Makoto rubbed his temples, "I've had a lot on my plate these past two days. I clearly said I'd tell you, yet I forgot the most crucial part. It's actually quite embarrassing when I think about it."

"It's okay, everyone has moments of forgetfulness."

Nakano Itsuki smiled gently, a beautiful sight to behold.

She smiled because Fushimi Makoto's delayed realization was amusing, and also because since he had brought it up himself, she could now ask for his contact info naturally.

No wonder he became friends with Ichika so quickly; he has such a great personality, and he's even the top student in the grade!

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Although she was the fifth of the sisters at home, she had always been very concerned about her sisters' affairs, often playing the role of a mother figure to maintain their bonds.

She was earnest and meticulous, though perhaps a bit rigid.

In her eyes, this secret of Ichika's must be something very special and important; otherwise, Fushimi Makoto wouldn't be taking it so seriously, insisting on getting Ichika's consent before telling her.

This only deepened her curiosity and concern, as she feared Ichika's special secret might lead to some accident or trouble.

This little interlude had easily bridged the distance between them.

Nakano Itsuki successfully obtained Fushimi Makoto's contact information, feeling quite happy about it.

Though she wasn't even sure why she was happy.

Neither Yukino nor Nakano Ichika came to find Fushimi Makoto at noon today. He had intended to go to the cafeteria alone, but just as he stepped out of the classroom, he saw a tall, curvaceous girl walking toward him.

Every step that girl took drew the attention of the surrounding students.

It couldn't be helped; she was Kasumigaoka Utaha from the second year.

As a senior, and a famous beauty at that, her sudden appearance in the first-year area at noon, clearly looking for someone, made it hard not to attract eyes.

Fushimi Makoto stopped in his tracks.

The first-year boy stood at attention.

His classmates also stopped, watching as the girl in black stockings drew closer, unable to help but recall the scenes where Yukino and Nakano Ichika had come looking for him.

The boys looked at Fushimi Makoto, then turned to look at Kasumigaoka Utaha, envy and jealousy churning in their hearts.

At this very moment, only one thought remained in their minds: Is there an even higher-level player?

Chapter 12: You're Such a Turn-off!

Kasumigaoka Utaha's mood was a bit subtle right now.

Yesterday, she had run into Matsukaze Mayu and Fushimi Makoto on the street, and at the suggestion of that gentle teacher, she had exchanged contact information with a boy for the first time.

She had realized at the time that Matsukaze Mayu was trying to help Fushimi Makoto.

The reason she hadn't refused was partly because Matsukaze Mayu left such a good impression that she found it hard to say no.

On the other hand, she had been intrigued by the story Fushimi Makoto was writing.

Originally, that incident yesterday had only that much impact on her.

But this morning, as she inadvertently recalled yesterday's encounter, she found herself inexplicably forming a favorable impression of Fushimi Makoto.

Before this, her knowledge of Fushimi Makoto was limited to casual gossip among classmates.

The more she thought about it that morning, the more she felt: perhaps she could take the initiative to find him?

With that thought in mind, as soon as the morning classes ended, she had found herself walking to the first-year classroom.

Looking at the first-year students around her who were sizing her up, she suddenly felt the urge to sigh.

It seemed she had been a bit too impatient.

Even though he gave a very good impression, she really should have waited until after school to approach him.

Utaha's gaze landed on Fushimi Makoto, and with the thought of "since I'm already here," she simply asked, "Fushimi-kun, are you free right now?"

"I was just about to head to the cafeteria for lunch," Fushimi Makoto answered truthfully.

Utaha hesitated for a moment, that feeling of him leaving a good impression—or perhaps his natural approachability—surging up again.

Ignoring the stares from the people around them, she asked softly, "As it happens, I haven't eaten yet either. Shall we go together?"

"Sure."

After the two walked away, the students left behind finally snapped out of their daze.

"No way, what does he have going for him?" one boy said, sounding sour.

But no one around him agreed; instead, someone whispered, "Do you guys think it's too late for me to ask Fushimi-kun to take me on as his apprentice?"

"Right, why didn't I think of that? We could become his disciples!"

"Don't you guys dare fight me for it; I'm the kind of man who's willing to kneel just to listen to his lectures."

The boy who had been acting sour earlier heard this and quickly joined in: "Wait, I haven't gotten on board yet—count me in."

"I didn't expect you to come find me so soon, Senpai, and during lunch at that."

After getting their food in the cafeteria, Fushimi Makoto sat down and took the initiative to start the conversation.

Utaha's expression turned slightly unnatural as she muttered, "I didn't expect it either."

"Hm?" Fushimi Makoto wore a look of confusion at just the right moment.

"It's nothing."

Utaha quickly adjusted her expression, her eyes fixed on Fushimi Makoto's face: "Are you and Matsukaze-sensei close?"

"Yes, we are."

"No wonder she made that suggestion so suddenly yesterday."

Utaha nodded; her deduction had been correct.

Fushimi Makoto asked with a smile, "Since you figured it out, Senpai, why didn't you say anything at the time?"

Just as Utaha was about to answer, Fushimi Makoto's voice sounded again: "Oh, I see."

"See what?"

Fushimi Makoto put on a thoughtful look: "Matsukaze-sensei has a very good impression of you, so she wasn't just helping me yesterday—she was likely helping both of us."

Utaha froze for a moment.

That's right, it wasn't just him who gained something; she did too.

If he really was as outstanding as Matsukaze-sensei claimed, getting to know another friend was certainly a benefit with no downsides.

Although Utaha knew she wasn't particularly good at managing interpersonal relationships, she wasn't foolish enough to refuse a connection that was handed to her on a silver platter.

Besides, under the influence of his "aura," her impression of Fushimi Makoto was quite good, so she was more than happy to accept this connection.

Wait, I remember hearing that he also knows Yukinoshita and the five Nakano sisters?

Utaha recalled the rumors she had heard over the past two days.

She had heard that Yukinoshita was exceptionally brilliant, currently holding the second-highest grades in their grade level.

The five sisters didn't have great academic records, but according to student gossip, they seemed to be very wealthy.

As everyone knew, interpersonal relationships were a magical thing; once you knew one decent person, you were likely to gradually get to know that person's friends in the days to come.

And all of these things counted as gains.

Utaha was silent for a long while. Feeling she had completely thought it through, she said, "It seems I need to find time to thank Matsukaze-sensei."

"That would be appropriate."

Fushimi Makoto wasn't entirely sure what she had imagined, but judging by her expression, she was in a good mood.

However, her current relaxed demeanor only added more charm to her already alluring appearance.

Is a black-stockinged senpai hot?

She was ten out of ten, or even nine out of ten, hot.

"Is it convenient to talk about the story Matsukaze-sensei mentioned yesterday?" Utaha decided to get to the point.

"Sure." Fushimi Makoto handed over his notebook.

Once Utaha finished reading, her reaction was much like Yukino's: "This ending is hair-raising, yet incredibly brilliant."

"Thank you for the compliment. It was just a whim, so I wrote it down. Senpai, do you think this kind of story would be suitable to adapt into a novel?"

"A novel?"

Upon hearing that word, a subtle change flickered in Utaha's eyes.

Fushimi Makoto pretended not to notice: "Yes, I've been considering whether it should be adapted into a novel or a screenplay."

Utaha went quiet for a second, her tone tinged with disbelief: "You can write screenplays too?"

"I've studied it for a long time; Matsukaze-sensei is aware of this as well."

"..."

Are freshmen these days really this impressive?

Utaha's ample chest rose and fell as she once again thought back to how Matsukaze Mayu had introduced her to Fushimi Makoto.

It looks like I'll need to buy a gift before I go over to thank her properly.

For the remainder of the time, Fushimi Makoto relied on the knowledge points he had summarized during the time loops to keep the atmosphere of the conversation very pleasant.

Precisely because of this, the look in Utaha's eyes toward Fushimi Makoto gradually shifted from initial friendliness to a hidden, burning intensity.

To use a popular internet term to describe her mood: Fushimi Makoto was far too good at providing emotional value.

Not only could he chat with her easily, but he could also make the conversation genuinely enjoyable.

She had never been this in sync with any boy in her entire life.

No, not even with any girl!

This gave Utaha an illusion: it felt as if she had known him for many years. He understood what she liked and possessed an astonishing reservoir of knowledge, ready to answer her questions at any moment.

She took this opportunity to discuss quite a few topics related to novels with Fushimi Makoto, and each time, he not only provided answers but also taught her even more professional insights.

He even knew industry insider gossip.

After the meal, Utaha offered Fushimi Makoto a satisfied smile: "Thank you for your answers today; I've gained a lot."

Fushimi Makoto shook his head: "Communication is mutual. Using exchange to make oneself better is also mutual. So, we both gained something; there's no need for you to thank me specifically, Senpai."