Masumi Kamuro, You Really Are My Bro!

For the surrounding clamor, Suzune Horikita, at the center of it all, only found it noisy.

Instinctively distancing herself, she glanced over Masumi Kamuro and Yuki Gyakukai, then dismissed them and left the venue.

So scary... getting bitten must hurt a lot.

In the crowd, a stoic fish-head face like a background character silently watched Horikita's departure.

The imposter hiding in Class D, Kiyotaka Ayanokoji, was observing the behavior of normal people around him, though his mind lingered on the scene of Masumi Kamuro ambushing Yuki Gyakukai earlier.

No matter how he thought about it, that didn't seem like a normal way to greet someone.

And if it was supposed to be revenge, it felt a bit undignified...

Of course, no one else could know what the imposter was thinking.

Meanwhile, Yuki Gyakukai, at the very center of the world, considered the growing crowd around him.

So, throwing caution to the wind, he shifted his stance, directly hoisting the struggling Masumi Kamuro under his arm and dashing out at lightning speed.

Ahhh—!

Everyone present was stunned by his exit, their ears still lingering with Masumi Kamuro's pitiful screams.

"You bastard, would it kill you to put me down and walk together?"

By now, the two who had fled in a panic had reached the school's small grove.

Masumi Kamuro didn't approve of Yuki Gyakukai's earlier method, since she'd been carried along the whole way in such a humiliating position.

She could already imagine—she was thoroughly famous at school now.

Straightening her slightly messy hair, a suspicious blush still on her face, she saw Yuki Gyakukai acting as if nothing had happened. Fuming, she stormed up to him, lifted her leg, and aimed a kick at him.

Slap!

"Put me down! What are you doing now?!"

Masumi Kamuro tried angrily to pull her leg back, but it was already clamped firmly in that man's arms.

"And you're blaming me first? You're the one who came at me, and you have the nerve to ask what I'm doing? I haven't even settled the score for you ambushing me earlier, and now you're at it again."

"This is all your fault! Why shouldn't I get back at you?"

For a moment, Yuki Gyakukai was amused by her shameless attitude.

"Masumi Kamuro, I treat you like a brother and save you from fire and water, and this is how you repay me?"

Kamuro shot him an annoyed glare. "Who's your brother? And 'save me from fire and water'? If it weren't for you, where would the fire and water even come from?"

"Hey—that's not how you put it. Who was it that snuck a beer after the opening ceremony, and I just happened to see it? I'm trying to set you on the right path, don't you get it?"

"Who snuck a beer? You..."

Seeing Masumi Kamuro wobbling on one leg, off balance, Yuki Gyakukai casually pulled her closer.

"I call you Little Thief Cat, you think I didn't see it? That beer was practically stuffed into your inner pocket back then."

Lying in someone else's arms, Masumi Kamuro felt an overwhelming wave of shame, especially since the guy holding her had witnessed her stealing that beer.

"Let me go!"

"Oh."

Thump!

Masumi Kamuro finally left Yuki Gyakukai's arms, but her backside took a brutal hit when she fell halfway to the ground.

"I told you you're a bastard! Couldn't you wait until I was steady before letting go?"

"Good brother, you told me to let go, didn't you?"

"Bastard! Don't play innocent! When I say let go, you actually do it?"

Watching Yuki Gyakukai still playing dumb on the side, Masumi Kamuro felt like she was about to explode.

She felt like she hadn't experienced this many emotions in years as she had in just one day.

"Give me your hand!"

"What for? You pervert, trying to take advantage of me again?"

"Do you want me to hit you? Hurry up and give me your hand to help me up!"

Yuki Gyakukai caught on, but still wore a smug grin as he reached out his hand to Masumi Kamuro, who was sitting on the ground.

Got you! Come down with me, bastard!

The moment she touched his outstretched hand, a surge of glee welled up inside her.

"Get back down, you. Good brother, trying to outplay me? You're still too green."

The imagined scene of them both tumbling to the ground never happened.

Masumi Kamuro's strength was utterly pathetic in front of Yuki Gyakukai.

When she was halfway through pulling, she was suddenly lifted up, then her hand loosened, and she fell back to the ground again.

It was a feeling of mental exhaustion, and her butt really hurt.

Right now, she only felt utterly hopeless, like an idiot being toyed with the whole time, while a deep sadness surged within her heart.

Since she was little, this was the first time she had been bullied like this...

Tell me, how could there be such a despicable person in this world?

"Wah wah wah..."

Just as Yuki Gyakukai was about to mock Masumi Kamuro, a sobbing sound came through.

This mournful voice would sadden anyone who heard it and bring tears to anyone who listened.

But had he really messed things up?

He was the victim here—he just wanted an apology.

Why did she start crying first?

As if she were the victim instead.

"Crying like it's fake. If other students come by, they'll think it's a female ghost. Probably by tomorrow, the school will be spreading rumors that the grove is haunted."

Well, the taunt didn't work.

Masumi Kamuro's crying only grew louder, as if she were hoping a third party would barge in and punish Yuki Gyakukai, the villain.

So, having seen through it all, Yuki Gyakukai pulled out his trump card.

"Really crying?"

Looking down, Masumi Kamuro was wailing loudly, tears blurring her eyes, but suddenly another figure barged straight into her line of sight.

Yuki Gyakukai crouched down, tilting his head sideways into Masumi Kamuro's embrace, looking up from below at her face, now a mess like a little crying cat.

"That drip on my face isn't drool, is it? Feels like fake crying."

You really can't get any more despicable than this!

Yuki Gyakukai, die!

Blinded by rage, Masumi Kamuro no longer cared about anything.

She went straight for the shortest distance between two points—suddenly opening her mouth wide and chomping down on the face in front of her!

As luck would have it, Yuki Gyakukai had been about to pull his head back.

And so, by this coincidence, the two miraculously kissed...

Unlike the shyness of their first kiss, Masumi Kamuro, now bloodthirsty with fury, didn't care about anything—she bit down hard on Yuki Gyakukai's mouth, gnawing and tearing like a wild beast.

Wtf, have you lost your mind?!

Although his lips weren't broken, a faint taste of iron still lingered in Yuki Gyakukai's mouth.

On the defensive, he looked at the scene before him and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Immediately turning the tables, he gave Masumi Kamuro, who had only been biting wildly in her first kiss, a profound shock.

What are you doing?

What am I doing?

Why are you sticking out your tongue?

Why are you tangling your tongue with mine?

Shock—unparalleled shock.