Time Loop in Anime Multiverse, I Do Whatever I Want

Nakano Ichika looked at the photo on her phone, feeling very satisfied.

As expected, big sister is the cutest~

After this little interlude, Utaha bought the two books she had picked out earlier and took the initiative to say goodbye.

She still had to go visit Matsukaze Mayu.

Since Makoto had said he was busy today, she wouldn't force him.

It was just that one thing left her feeling a bit regretful—she hadn't seen the photos of those two girls with her own eyes.

She didn't think she would be captivated by Makoto's photography skills, but since Nakano Ichika and the others were so delighted, the photos must have turned out exceptionally well.

Curiosity, after all, was something she possessed as well.

But from start to finish, Makoto never said to her, "Senior, would you like to take some photos too?"

She wasn't close with Nakano Ichika and the others, so she didn't ask to see the photos.

"It seems he has a very good relationship with the girls from the Nakano Family."

After buying her gifts, this thought popped into Utaha's mind.

Perhaps she didn't realize it herself, but this thought was exactly the same as the sense of disparity Yukino had felt back then.

On the other side.

To keep Nakano Itsuki from disturbing her "date," Nakano Ichika specifically went to a nearby shop to buy her sister some meat buns.

Nakano Itsuki accepted the bribe, and after being told by Ichika that she wouldn't be home for dinner, she had no choice but to take her leave.

Before leaving, she looked back at Makoto's figure, wondering if they were going to talk about Ichika's secret next.

Her curiosity made her want to eavesdrop, but her reason quickly suppressed the urge.

"It's time to talk about serious matters now."

Makoto looked at the girl beside him, whose smile was as bright as a flower, and said deliberately.

Nakano Ichika shook her head adorably: "No way, this is our rare time alone; serious matters can wait until next time."

"Are you showing me your laziness?"

"That's a bit rude of you, Makoto."

Nakano Ichika masked her embarrassment.

She was terrified he would bring up the "trash heap" incident again, so her eyes darted around the surroundings, and she quickly came up with an idea.

"I'm going to buy some juice, what about you?"

She pointed to a bustling cold drink shop at the intersection ahead.

Makoto: "I don't need any."

The cold drink shop was doing great business; there were over a dozen people in line at the entrance alone, and with customers walking back and forth on both sides, the already small storefront immediately felt crowded.

Nakano Ichika pretended not to see the passing pedestrians and intentionally walked toward the most crowded area, waiting in anticipation.

She slowed her pace, waiting and waiting, until she suddenly felt a warmth in her right palm.

Her hand had been held.

Then, Makoto's voice sounded: "Why aren't you watching where you're going? It's so crowded here, be careful not to get pushed away."

Nakano Ichika turned her head and thanked him with a beaming smile: "Thanks for the reminder."

The warmth in her palm made her feel a bit of girlish shyness, but she masked it with her acting skills.

As expected, high-end hunters often appear as the prey.

She thought triumphantly to herself.

However, Makoto spoke out of the blue: "Your acting is still a bit immature. It seems I was right to start the club; you'll need to work hard to improve in the future."

Nakano Ichika's smile froze, but she quickly adjusted her mood and feigned confusion: "What are you talking about, Makoto?"

Makoto didn't speak, simply raising the hand he was holding.

Nakano Ichika suddenly felt her cheeks burning.

Had she been seen through so quickly?

Not daring to continue the topic, she spoke first: "Will you queue with me?"

"Sure."

While enjoying the sight of her masking her embarrassment, Makoto evaluated her in his heart: She's even cuter at times like this.

He could see through every little scheme the girl had.

Your ruse has been seen through by me!

But even if it was seen through, she had already cast the bait, so naturally, he had to take it.

You think you're the hunter?

No, you are the prey, Ichika.

After the two finished buying juice, Fushimi Makoto originally intended to chat with the girl about club activities, but his peripheral vision keenly caught sight of a sedan.

To be precise, it was a high-end silver-gray sedan.

He had seen this car before.

It's you, old man Nakano!

Fushimi Makoto was quite satisfied; his target had finally appeared.

Not only had he brought Nakano Ichika out today, but Itsuki was there as well.

Given Nakano Maruo's doting nature toward his daughters, it would be a miracle if he could just sit still.

Fushimi Makoto stopped in his tracks: "Ichika."

"Hm?"

Nakano Ichika had been pondering how to keep holding hands, so when she suddenly heard Fushimi Makoto call her, she looked over instinctively.

Fushimi Makoto didn't speak, only gesturing toward the sedan with his eyes.

"That car looks so familiar... no, that's Father's car!"

Nakano Ichika's expression shifted slightly.

The person inside the car seemed to have heard the girl's exclamation, and as the door opened, a handsome middle-aged man with a center-parted hairstyle stepped out.

His appearance was indeed quite striking, though his face lacked expression, giving off a cold and detached vibe.

Most importantly, his eyes landed on Fushimi Makoto immediately, and the aura of someone who had held a position of authority for years was instantly revealed.

Nakano Ichika quickly whispered: "This is my father. He's a bit old-fashioned and serious, but he's very good to us."

Fushimi Makoto nodded.

He knew all of this, of course.

Fushimi Makoto also knew that Nakano Maruo actually wanted to spend more time with his daughters, but because he was poor with words and a bit too proud, he couldn't let go of the airs of being both a hospital director and a father, which resulted in his relationship with the five sisters being less than harmonious.

It could even be called somewhat distant.

Nakano Maruo walked straight up to the two of them, his voice cold: "Ichika, could you introduce this young man beside you?"

Nakano Ichika opened her mouth: "He is..."

Fushimi Makoto stepped in first: "My name is Fushimi Makoto, I'm a good friend of Ichika's."

Not just a friend, but a good friend.

Nakano Maruo understood.

This time, his gaze landed on Fushimi Makoto, but his tone remained cold: "While I can understand that young people are always impatient to show themselves off, I was asking Ichika just now."

What he meant was: You are being a bit rude.

Nakano Ichika gripped the juice in her hand tightly; she was anxious to smooth things over, but she didn't know how to start.

After all, being caught by her father while out alone with a boy—no matter how you looked at it, it felt like a delinquent was trying to make off with the old man's precious daughter.

And Fushimi Makoto was clearly that delinquent.

"I am well aware that you were asking Ichika," Fushimi Makoto said with a polite smile. "I also know that you have been aware of my existence for a long time."

This sentence sounded a bit convoluted, leaving Nakano Ichika stunned.

Nakano Maruo's expression didn't change: "Children certainly do have rich imaginations."

He placed Fushimi Makoto in the position of a child to demonstrate his own oppressive power as an elder.

However, Fushimi Makoto didn't buy it at all: "If you wish to chat with me, we could go somewhere else."

Nakano Ichika finally seized the opportunity, smiling with feigned ease: "Oh, right! We haven't eaten yet, Father, would you like to join us?"

Nakano Maruo glanced at his daughter, who was practically radiating from head to toe: I care about him!

The old father felt a bit displeased. He stared at Fushimi Makoto's face and said coldly: "I did intend to have a meal with Ichika, as it has been a long time since I spent time with my daughter."

Our meal does not include you.

He had made his point quite clear.

Fushimi Makoto played a trump card: "I am not only on good terms with Ichika, but Itsuki is also a good friend of mine."

Nakano Maruo frowned.

He didn't really like Fushimi Makoto's composure.

It was as if the boy understood him all too well.

If that were truly the case, it wouldn't be easy for him, as a father, to intimidate the delinquent trying to "hook up" with his daughter.

"Shall we eat together?" Nakano Maruo finally spoke.

He decided to have a serious talk with this delinquent.

"Sure, but I need to make a call first." Fushimi Makoto took out his phone.

Nakano Maruo assumed he was notifying his parents that he wouldn't be home for dinner, so he didn't pay it any mind.

However, no sooner had Fushimi Makoto walked away than he dialed Mrs. Yukinoshita's number.

Call for backup!

If you want to intimidate me and discuss private matters, then I have no choice but to call for backup and let everyone discuss public affairs together.

Fushimi Makoto loved team competitive games, so he understood one principle very well: if your own lane isn't stable, you need to call the jungler over to help.

And Mrs. Yukinoshita was clearly a top-tier jungler.

Turn the tide of the game.

Chapter 25 Hakuba, make sure he never returns!

Fushimi Makoto's phone call went very smoothly.

When Mrs. Yukinoshita learned that he was going to have dinner with Nakano Maruo and that he was inviting her, this beautiful and mature woman immediately expressed her gratitude with great solemnity.

"It just so happens that my husband and I haven't returned to Chiba yet. Makoto, send me the address; we'll be there right away."

After hanging up, Fushimi Makoto returned to the side of the Nakano father and daughter.

"Finished your call?" Nakano Maruo asked indifferently.

"Yes, we can head to the restaurant and sit for a while; my elders will be here soon," Fushimi Makoto nodded.

Elders?

The Nakano father and daughter were both stunned for a moment.

It must be teacher Matsukaze, right?

Nakano Ichika thought to herself, knowing that Fushimi Makoto had a very good relationship with Matsukaze Mayu.

Nakano Maruo, on the other hand, felt somewhat pleased.

The composure Fushimi Makoto had displayed earlier made him realize that this young man would be a bit tricky to deal with.