Don't be like this~ I'm shy~

In the cafe, U Amakusa realized he had pushed things a bit too far, so he went along with Masumi Kamuro to let her vent some of her frustration.

The pair's antics inevitably drew curious gazes from everyone in the cafe, as anyone's first instinct was that a young couple was having a spat.

"It can't be helped, I'll just have to tell the truth. Actually, I'm a transmigrator, and this is a light novel world. I need you to help me with something."

Masumi stared at U, who was being held up by his collar, with a blank expression and hollow eyes. "Which side of your face do you think would look better swollen?"

Don't say such terrifying things with a straight face, hey!!

"Fighting isn't good, you know. Arguing isn't good either. If you just explain things properly, both sides will be able to understand each other."

Following the sound, the owner of the voice was an incredibly cute girl.

She stood there gracefully, the sunlight spilling over her long pink hair as if gilding it with a soft halo.

That long pink hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, smooth and radiant.

This girl could conquer the world on looks alone, let alone her figure.

I really want her contact information, was the thought running through the minds of almost every boy present.

Some of the boys in the cafe had their eyes on her center, some lower down, and others on her face.

To each their own; the small cafe had unexpectedly gathered bear-lovers, leg-lovers, and face-lovers.

This girl was a beauty who embodied all three.

Mom, I'm in love.

"It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! We aren't fighting; she was just getting a bit emotional during our discussion."

U smiled at Honami Ichinose and gently patted Masumi's hand, which was still clutching his collar, signaling her to let go.

"Is that so?" Honami asked, shifting her gaze to Masumi, wanting to hear her side of the story.

Masumi took a deep breath, exhaled, and released U's collar, deciding it was better to take the out offered to her.

However, Masumi still felt quite annoyed and didn't want to show a pleasant face, so she snorted coldly and turned her head away.

"Hmph."

"Ahaha." Seeing Masumi turn away with a huff, Honami could only offer an awkward laugh before continuing:

"Since that's the case, I won't disturb you seniors any further. I'm Honami Ichinose from Class 1-B. I'll be at that table not far away, so if you seniors need anything, feel free to call me."

With that, she prepared to leave this scene of conflict. She had stepped in out of kindness to stop a dispute, only to find her efforts unappreciated, though she was glad the arguing had stopped.

The gentle Honami didn't take Masumi's coldness to heart, offering a polite introduction out of respect for her seniors.

From Honami's perspective, they had only been in class for a single morning since school started; there was no way a boy and girl could already be out for coffee together.

Therefore, she naturally assumed U and Masumi were upperclassmen, and not just her—all the freshmen in the cafe thought the same.

U looked past Honami and saw that she was accompanied by a large group of people.

One could only say that Honami lived up to her reputation; she had already hit it off with so many people in just one morning.

"Hello, Ichinose-san. We aren't seniors. I'm U Amakusa from Class 1-A, and she is Masumi Kamuro from Class 1-A."

"Eh? Is that so?" Honami's eyes widened slightly, and she looked back and forth between Masumi and U in surprise.

"That's right."

As he spoke, U reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and unlocked it to show his student information to Honami.

In truth, there were many other ways to prove he was a freshman, yet U had chosen the least guarded method.

"It's true! Sorry, sorry, I was mistaken."

Honestly, Ichinose, there's no need to apologize for such a small thing. Is apologizing your default setting?

Although U thought to himself that Honami didn't need to apologize, what came out of his mouth was:

"Ichinose-san, there's no sincerity in an apology like that."

Apologies should be made while showing... wait, wrong script.

"Ah, eh?"

Honami was a bit bewildered. She had only offered a polite apology, and she hadn't expected U to push the issue instead of letting it slide.

"Then... Amakusa-kun..."

Before Honami could continue, U interrupted, "If we're talking about sincerity in an apology, then I'll penalize you by having you add my contact information."

After tapping on his screen for a moment, U slowly raised his phone again to face Honami.

Only this time, it wasn't his student ID, but a QR code for a messaging app.

"How about it? This is my ID." U smiled, looking at Honami with expectant eyes.

Seeing this, Honami almost laughed out loud, but she held it in, as laughing would be a bit impolite.

If he wanted to add her as a friend, he could have just asked, and she wouldn't have refused. The fact that he used such a strange method to add her caught her off guard.

"Alright, added." Honami said.

"Great! I look forward to working with you, Ichinose-san." The smile on U's face grew even brighter.

"Yes, please take care of me, Ichinose."

Kamuro watched from the side, unable to help but roll her eyes and mutter under her breath, "This perverted scumbag, seriously, enough is enough."

After a brief chat, Ichinose said her goodbyes and returned to her own little group. U Amakusa pulled his thoughts back, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

Ability, Super Deduction, summon glasses and put them on.

I see, so she's going shopping with her girlfriends next, damn, 95F chest size!

"Tch, pervert, don't you dare drool on the table."

Hm? Coming back to his senses, U Amakusa's cheeks flushed slightly as he argued, "This is called appreciation, I am appreciating, where did I drool? Don't go slandering me."

"Hmph!" Kamuro stood up, walked over to U Amakusa, and dragged him away.

Well, Kamuro didn't want to hold back anymore; she wanted to beat U Amakusa to a pulp right here, right now.

"Hey, hey, hey, Kamuro, isn't this a bit much? To be honest, I actually saw your name on the seating chart at the entrance. Anyone would be tempted to check what their desk mate's name is, right!"

Being dragged along by Kamuro, U Amakusa hurriedly fabricated a logical-sounding excuse.

"It's too late, I don't want to hear your nonsense."

"Kamuro, do you really think it's appropriate to drag me around in such a public place?"

"?????"

At this moment, Kamuro's attention finally wavered, but she realized that the people around them weren't paying them much mind.

After all, young couples are everywhere; how could any random pair of lovers walking down the street attract attention?

Besides, they weren't even holding hands; Kamuro was just tugging on U Amakusa's sleeve.

Kamuro turned her gaze back to U Amakusa, her eyes becoming visibly dangerous.

U Amakusa sighed, saying quite helplessly:

"Sigh, Kamuro, I know you're furious and want to beat me up, but do you really have to do this? You've been dragging me for so long, you should have noticed by now—or rather, you already have."

The moment U Amakusa put on his glasses, he naturally saw what Kamuro was about to do: give him a sound thrashing.

"...Tch, then tell me." Kamuro clicked her tongue and let go of U Amakusa's hand, her heart filled with growing irritation.

Why are there so many surveillance cameras in this dump of a school? They're everywhere.

U Amakusa straightened his cuffs and looked left and right at the crowd; there weren't many people around.

Kamuro must have done this kind of thing often in the past; her combat prowess was likely honed this way.

While dragging U Amakusa, Kamuro had been scouting for quiet corners without surveillance, only to find that the security cameras were abnormally numerous.

That U Amakusa noticed her intent only goes to show that she is, after all, from Class A.

If it were someone like Sudo, he would have just thrown a punch the moment he got annoyed.

Kamuro still had her reason intact; hitting people in a society governed by law is ultimately a bad idea—provided, of course, that there is no evidence.

"Kamuro, what do you think? Why are there so many surveillance cameras?" U Amakusa put on a mysterious air, thinking he looked quite cool.

"Cut the crap. Don't think I won't punch you anyway."

Kamuro's gaze seemed to say, "Can a weakling like you even take a punch from me?"

U Amakusa's mouth twitched. Does she really think he's afraid of her? A gentleman doesn't fight with women.

"Then do you think it's reasonable for the school to give us 100,000 points? You have to realize that's 100,000. With 40 people in a class, that's 16 million a month just for the 160 of us in the first year. We don't have to pay for anything, we just have to stay at school—do you think that's reasonable?"

"And there are the upperclassmen too. 100,000 per person every month, that's nearly 600 million in expenses a year. Even with government sponsorship, that doesn't make sense, right? Does Orange really think she can contribute to the country the moment she leaves school?"

U Amakusa's words made Kamuro fall into deep thought. She frowned, lowered her head, and rested her chin on her hand. "It is indeed quite unreasonable."

"Hm? What did you just call me?!"

Suddenly reacting, Kamuro snapped her head toward U Amakusa. If she hadn't misheard, U Amakusa had just called her Orange?!

"Eh? Did I say something just now?"

U Amakusa's eyes darted around, and he tilted his head, sticking out his tongue in an attempt to play dumb and get away with it.

The cross-shaped vein that had disappeared from Kamuro's head a moment ago reappeared. Unable to endure any longer, Kamuro threw a punch with firm resolve.

"Die!!!"

Nani!!

There was no avoiding this punch. It grew larger and larger in U Amakusa's pupils, but it landed squarely on his abdomen.

U Amakusa instantly collapsed to his knees, clutching his stomach. He looked up at Kamuro with vacant eyes and said, "Orange..., can I ask you one last favor? Please delete the folder named 'Y' on my computer. Remember, whatever you do, don't open it..."

Kamuro chose to ignore U Amakusa's performance, merely staring at her clenched fist in a brief silence.

The silence didn't last long. Kamuro grabbed U Amakusa by the back of his collar, hoisted him up, and lifted his shirt.

Clatter, clatter--

Looking at the ground, it was littered with promotional flyers and the like, clearly items from a café.

Knowing Kamuro was going to take action against him, how could U Amakusa not take precautions? Better safe than sorry.

As for where these things came from, naturally, I swiped them while Kamuro was paying the bill.

Kamuro took a deep breath, raised her gaze, and fixed U Amakusa with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

U Amakusa covered his face with one hand while trying to pull his clothes back down to cover his abdomen, putting on a shy act.

"Don't be like that, Orange~ It's so awkward~ People might get the wrong idea."

"Mhm, and what else?"

"And... I'm shy..."

"Mhm, anything else?"

"..."

"Since you've finished your last words, then die for me— DIE!"

"STOP IT!!"

"DIE!!"