Why Were Those Two Piled on Top of Each Other?

Yes, there's a secret to how I became Homelander in here. Now that you've found out, I'll have to kill you to keep you quiet. Mikage Touji grumbled to himself.

"Normal people wouldn't show that sort of thing to a girl, would they? Even if she's an upperclassman."

"So you do have one?"

"No!" Mikage Touji answered firmly, without a moment's hesitation.

"Hahaha, don't worry. Even if you did, I wouldn't take points off you for it."

Just how many points had you taken off me in your mind already?

After teasing Mikage Touji, Kiryūin Fūka bent down and slipped off her little leather shoes.

Mikage Touji's eyes fell on the graceful curve of her slightly raised hips. Her white Kouiku uniform skirt swayed in the air, and beneath it were two long legs clad in black stockings. She lifted one leg behind her, hooked a finger into her shoe, and slipped her foot free. With his heightened senses, he could even see the rosy heel that had just emerged from the shoe.

Senpai, you're being a little unfair.

Mikage Touji sighed inwardly.

"Where are your indoor shoes?" Kiryūin Fūka turned to look at him.

Mikage Touji fell silent for a moment. "Would you be surprised if I told you I forgot they were a thing?"

"I wouldn't be surprised by anything you did." She already knew him pretty well.

"Senpai, if you don't mind, you can use mine. I hardly ever wear them at home." Mikage Touji reached out and took out his pair.

"No need."

Kiryūin Fūka waved him off and walked into the room in her stockings, looking over the way everything was arranged.

"Where do you keep your little things?"

"Senpai, why are you so obsessed with that? You sound like a pervert."

"As your senpai, isn't it only natural for me to care about the physical and mental well-being of a junior who admires me?"

"How is that natural?"

Kiryūin Fūka paid him no mind. She walked over to the computer desk, casually picked up a book Mikage Touji had borrowed from the library and flipped through it, then glanced at the kitchen utensils.

"You have quite a few interests. Looks like you're having a pretty fulfilling school life, too." Kiryūin Fūka continued on, her eyes settling on the birdcage on the balcony.

"You even keep a bird?"

"It and I get along pretty well."

"Where is it?"

"I haven't won it over yet. It just visits sometimes."

"That's unusual. Why are you feeding it fries?"

"It says it likes them."

"Now I want to see this bird for myself. Introduce me if you get the chance."

"Sure."

After inspecting Mikage Touji's room, Kiryūin Fūka gave her verdict with a flourish. "Not bad!"

"Senpai, if you'd been born in ancient times, you'd definitely have been one of those incredible generals who could take on a hundred people at once. Uesugi Kenshin, Takeda Shingen—none of them could have stood up to you for even one move."

"Really? I think so too. It wouldn't be surprising if I could do that."

Kiryūin Fūka nodded confidently, then sat seiza-style beside the table, her knees together.

"But my goal is different from what you imagine, junior. I want to get rid of the Kiryuin name and live an ordinary, peaceful life."

"You want to become Kira Yoshikage?" Mikage Touji asked incredulously as he took barley tea from the fridge.

"What's that?"

"Ahem."

Mikage Touji cleared his throat, set down the tea, struck a bizarre, contorted pose, and began his recitation.

Thirty seconds later, he looked at Kiryūin Fūka, who had uncharacteristically fallen silent, and asked with some anticipation, "Senpai, is that the kind of person you want to become?"

"Someone who sounds like a pervert just from the description is definitely not my choice."

A faint blush appeared on the face of the free-spirited Kiryūin Fūka, who cared nothing for other people's opinions, like a flash of lightning across the wilderness.

But soon, the blush vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.

"What I want to do in the future is get into university on my own, without relying on the Kiryuin name, graduate, get a job at some small company, and live a free life without drawing attention to myself."

Mikage Touji's mouth twitched as he poured the barley tea. "But, senpai, you're already drawing a lot of attention."

Just dragging him into a café in front of everyone had drawn plenty of attention already.

"Am I?" Kiryūin Fūka had no idea.

"Even I've heard about the second-year Kiryūin-senpai who skipped another Special Exam." Mikage Touji placed the tea in front of her.

"True. That's just who I am." Kiryūin Fūka quickly accepted the explanation.

"So a peaceful life isn't really suited to you, senpai." Mikage Touji sat down, cradled his teacup in both hands, narrowed his eyes, and took a sip. "Besides, getting rid of your surname doesn't have to happen that way."

"Then what do you suggest?"

Mikage Touji smiled and gave her a thumbs-up. "Find someone and marry him!"

Chapter 49: Why Were Those Two Piled on Top of Each Other?

Advanced Nurturing High School, first-year dormitory.

A pigeon flapped down from the sky, folded its wings, and landed on the balcony of a room on the fourth floor.

Wild Pigeon pecked at its wings twice, tilted its head, and regarded the two people inside with an astute gaze.

"Coo-coo~" (Why are those two piled on top of each other?)

The boys' dormitory, Room 404.

So hard...

And so soft...

Mikage Touji's cheek was pressed against the cold floor. One arm was twisted behind his back, while a soft but powerful hand pinned his neck down.

Of course, none of that was the point.

Mikage Touji shifted his body.

The point was...

"Senpai, I feel like you're a little heavy—"

Before he could finish, the hand on his neck pressed down harder, making the hard, unyielding floor beneath Mikage Touji feel even colder.

"You brat, you're still flirting with your senpai at a time like this."

"Senpai, don't you tease me all the time?"

Pinned to the floor, Mikage Touji spoke with his cheek squashed against it.

Fun fact: Japanese women often take their husbands' surnames after marriage.

So when his senpai told him what she hoped to do in the future, Mikage Touji had offered her this convenient shortcut without the slightest hesitation.

Find someone to marry, and solve the problem once and for all.

Then Mikage Touji's view of Kiryūin Fūka's stern, lovely face abruptly shifted upward—first to her flowing hair, then her slender waist. A moment later, with a muffled thump, he opened his eyes to see her long legs in black stockings. His gaze finally settled on the five rosy toes showing through them.

Mm... They even smelled nice...

Then his senpai put him in his place, pinning him to the floor so he couldn't move.

The pressure on his neck eased a little, enough for Mikage Touji to speak normally.

"My intuition tells me you're thinking about something else."

"Senpai, intuition is unreliable. Would you really rather believe your intuition than me?"

Mikage Touji tried to bluff, then gave a little hop and realized it was completely useless. Kiryūin Fūka had him pinned with such skill that she held him firmly without making him uncomfortable.

Under normal circumstances, even with her advanced technique, Mikage Touji should have been able to break free through sheer strength. And yet he still couldn't move.

So, senpai, just how strong are you?

"Normally, I'd believe you, but not now. My intuition is very reliable. It's right more than half the time, and didn't it help me find you? I've never met a young man bold enough to tease me like this."

Wouldn't a normal person avoid teasing you, senpai? You're so fierce—

"Hm? Are you thinking something bad again?" Mikage Touji was pinned to the floor yet again.

Mikage Touji could barely hold it together. "Seriously, senpai, is that intuition or mind reading? Is your family some kind of Italian mafia? Do you have super intuition?"

This was ridiculous. His own ability could only vaguely sense other people's emotions, but senpai's intuition could practically read minds.

"The mafia? My family may have had some involvement in that sort of thing, but it wasn't our main business. That's not what we're talking about now. So you really were thinking something bad?"

"..." Mikage Touji was at a loss for words.

In the end, after wriggling around like a beached fish to no avail, Mikage Touji had no choice but to surrender under Kiryūin Fūka's pressure.

"Senpai, I was wrong. Please forgive me."

In the modest-sized room, a boy and a girl sat beside a small square table.

The boy sat properly across from the girl, working on a test paper, while she casually flipped through his workbook.

"You didn't have to be so harsh. I think getting it over with in one go would've been better." Mikage Touji lowered his head, holding a pen in one hand and rubbing his lower back with the other as he muttered under his breath.

Mikage Touji had learned firsthand that his senpai was skilled in hand-to-hand combat.

"Hm?" A cold glint flashed in Kiryūin Fūka's eyes. "What did you say?"

"Nothing. I didn't say anything." Mikage Touji hurriedly straightened up.

Kiryūin Fūka turned back to the workbook. The atmosphere in the room grew tense.

Whoever actually married senpai would definitely be under her thumb.

Mikage Touji quietly raised his head and stole a glance at Kiryūin Fūka's profile. Most of her silver hair was held back by a slanted headband, with the rest falling down on either side to cover part of her flawless face. Through her hair, he could sense the sharpness she made no effort to hide.

Strong-willed, vain, gorgeous, capable—and, most importantly, a great fighter.

Who could ever tame her?

"Not bad. Did you really make this much progress in just a few days?" Kiryūin Fūka snapped the workbook shut, interrupting Mikage Touji's thoughts.

Mikage Touji had brought his Japanese Literature up from around a first-year middle school level to the current Class A average in just a few days, using only the little time he had after school for tutoring.

"Ahaha." Mikage Touji laughed awkwardly. "My classmates and teachers helped, and I've been studying in the library after school these past few days."

Shiraishi Asuka had helped him catch up on his Japanese Literature basics, and there were Mashima Tomoya's Potion Notes... All right, he couldn't keep making things up.

What normal person could catch up on years of studying in less than five days? Don't underestimate the power of hard work!

He had to admit, the cheat System-chan had left him was pretty handy!

"I didn't realize you were a genius." Kiryūin Fūka stroked her chin and looked Mikage Touji up and down. "Before I came, I'd prepared to drag you to tutoring if your Japanese Literature was too poor, then teach you myself."

Mikage Touji was puzzled. "Am I not being tutored right now?"

"There's a cram school for students at Keyaki Mall. As long as you have enough points, they can teach you from scratch, even if you're only at an elementary-school level."

"..."

System-chan, I've always called you a heartless bastard and thought that if you showed up in front of me again, I'd rip out your USB port until it leaked oil. But now I want to sincerely thank you—and then rip out your USB port until it leaks oil.

If Kiryūin Fūka really dragged him off to study elementary-school material, his reputation would be ruined for good. What would happen to his title as the Class A Weirdo?

"Keep up your current rate of progress, and you'll have a place in any field you choose. What are your plans for the future? I'd like to hear them."

Kiryūin Fūka adjusted her posture, looking intrigued.

Mikage Touji kept working on his test. "As for that... I don't know either. Change the world? Or live a quiet, ordinary life like you, senpai? Both seem pretty difficult."

Kiryūin Fūka nodded and asked seriously, "And how are you planning to change the world?"

"Huh? Don't you think I'm just having a bout of chuunibyou?"

Mikage Touji found it strange. Given the personality he'd shown so far, most people who knew him would probably think he was acting up again and using chuunibyou to change the subject.