At the café, U Amakusa realized he'd gone a little too far, so he let Kamuro vent a little.
Their behavior naturally drew curious looks from everyone in the café. Anyone would've assumed the same thing: a young couple was having a fight.
"Guess there's no helping it. I'll just tell you the truth. I actually came here from another world. This is the world of a light novel, and I need your help with something."
Kamuro stared blankly at U Amakusa, whom she was holding up by the collar, and said in a flat voice, "Which side of your face do you think would look better swollen?"
Don't say something so terrifying with a straight face, hey!!
"Fighting is bad, and arguing isn't good either. If you explain things properly, you'll be able to understand each other."
Following the sound of the voice, they saw its owner: an incredibly cute girl.
She stood there gracefully, the sunlight falling on her pink hair and seeming to cast it in a gentle glow.
Her pink hair spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall, smooth and lustrous.
She could've taken the world by storm with her looks alone, and that wasn't even mentioning her figure.
I want her contact info. That was what nearly every guy there was thinking.
The boys in the café looked in three directions: some at her chest, some below, and some at her face.
Everyone had their own tastes. This little café had somehow brought together guys who were into chests, legs, and pretty faces.
This girl was a beauty who had all three.
Mom, I'm in love.
"It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. We weren't arguing. She just got a little emotional while we were talking."
U Amakusa smiled at Ichinose and gently patted the hand Kamuro had clenched around his collar, signaling for her to let go.
"Is that so?" Ichinose said, turning her gaze to Kamuro to hear what she had to say.
Kamuro took a deep breath. After letting it out, she released U Amakusa's collar. Still, it was better to take the opportunity to back down.
But Kamuro was still furious and didn't want to put on a friendly face. She gave a cold snort and turned away.
"Hmph."
"Ahaha." Seeing Kamuro turn away with a snort, Ichinose could only laugh awkwardly before continuing, "Well, if that's the case, I won't bother you any longer, senpai. I'm Honami Ichinose from Class 1-B. My group's at that table over there, so just call me if you need anything."
With that, she turned to leave the scene. She'd tried to stop a dispute out of kindness, only to get nothing for her trouble. Still, at least they weren't arguing anymore.
Kindhearted Ichinose didn't take Kamuro's coldness to heart. Out of respect for her senpai, she'd introduced herself.
From Ichinose's perspective, the students in her class had only met that morning. Surely a boy and a girl couldn't already be out drinking coffee together.
So she naturally assumed U Amakusa and Kamuro were upperclassmen. She wasn't the only one; all the other first-years in the café thought the same.
Looking past Ichinose, U Amakusa saw that she'd come with a large group.
He had to hand it to Ichinose. She'd already gotten along with so many people after just one morning.
"Hello, Ichinose. We're not senpai. I'm U Amakusa from Class 1-A, and she's Kamuro Masumi, also from Class 1-A."
"Eh? Is that so?" Ichinose's eyes widened slightly as she looked back and forth between Kamuro and U Amakusa, a little surprised.
"Yep."
As he spoke, U Amakusa reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and showed Ichinose the student information displayed on the screen.
Honestly, there were plenty of other ways he could've proved he was a first-year, yet U Amakusa had chosen the least guarded one.
"It really is. Sorry, sorry, I got it wrong."
Ichinose, you don't have to apologize over something this minor. Do you apologize as a reflex or something?
Although U Amakusa thought Ichinose didn't need to apologize, what came out of his mouth was, "Ichinose, that apology didn't sound very sincere."
Apologies should be accompanied by... Wait, wrong scene.
"Huh?"
Ichinose looked a little confused. She'd only been apologizing out of politeness. Who knew U Amakusa wouldn't take the easy way out, but would instead keep pushing?
"Then... Amakusa..."
Before Ichinose could continue, U Amakusa cut in. "If you want to show how sincere your apology is, then I'll have to punish you by making you add me as a contact."
After fiddling with his phone for a while, U Amakusa slowly raised it toward Ichinose again.
But this time, it wasn't his student information. It was his ID for a messaging app.
"How about it? This is my ID." U Amakusa smiled, watching Ichinose expectantly.
Seeing that, Ichinose wanted to laugh, but held it in. Laughing out loud wouldn't have been very polite.
If he wanted to add her, all he had to do was ask. She wouldn't have refused. Using this weird method to get her contact had caught her off guard.
"All right, I added you," Ichinose said.
"Great! I look forward to getting along with you, Ichinose." U Amakusa's smile grew even brighter.
"Likewise, Amakusa."
Watching from the side, Kamuro couldn't help rolling her eyes. She muttered under her breath, "What a perverted scumbag. Seriously."
After chatting for a little while, Ichinose said goodbye and returned to her group. U Amakusa also gathered his thoughts again, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
His special ability, Super Deduction. He summoned a pair of glasses and put them on.
I see. She's going shopping with her girlfriends next. Holy crap, a 95F bust!
"Tch, pervert. Don't drool on the table."
"Hm?" Coming back to himself, U Amakusa blushed and protested, "It's called appreciating beauty. I'm appreciating her. I wasn't drooling, so don't slander me."
"Hmph!" Kamuro stood up, came over, and dragged him away.
Yeah, Kamuro couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to beat U Amakusa up right now.
"Hey, hey, Kamuro, this isn't right! I'll tell you the truth: I saw your name on the seating chart by the entrance. Anyone would've taken a look to see what their deskmate was called!"
As Kamuro dragged him along, U Amakusa hurriedly came up with a plausible excuse.
"Too late. I don't want to hear your nonsense."
"Kamuro, do you really think it's okay to drag me around in front of everyone like this?"
"?????"
Only then did Kamuro spare some attention for their surroundings. But she realized that hardly anyone was paying them much attention.
After all, couples were a dime a dozen. Why would anyone care just because some couple was walking along holding hands?
Besides, they weren't holding hands. Kamuro was only pulling U Amakusa by his sleeve.
Kamuro looked back at U Amakusa, her gaze visibly turning dangerous.
U Amakusa sighed and said with some resignation:
"Look, Kamuro, I know you're angry and want to beat me up, but are you sure you want to do that? You've been dragging me around for a while, so you should've noticed by now. Actually, you already have."
The instant U Amakusa put on his glasses, he'd naturally seen what Kamuro was about to do: beat him to a pulp.
"...Tch. Then tell me." Kamuro clicked her tongue and let go of his sleeve, growing more and more irritated inside.
Why did this lousy school have so many surveillance cameras? They were everywhere.
U Amakusa straightened his sleeve and glanced around. There weren't many people nearby.
Kamuro must've done things like this plenty of times before. She'd probably built up her strength that way.
As she'd dragged U Amakusa along, Kamuro had also been looking for a secluded corner with few people and no cameras. But she'd found an unusually large number of surveillance cameras.
U Amakusa had noticed what she was doing. Well, she was in Class A, after all.
Someone like Sudo, if you got on his bad side, would just punch you.
Kamuro still had some sense of reason. In a society ruled by law, beating people up wasn't a good idea—though that only mattered if there was evidence.
"Kamuro, what do you think? Why do you think there are so many surveillance cameras?" U Amakusa put on what he thought was a mysterious, handsome expression.
"Cut the crap. I'll punch you anyway, see if I don't."
Kamuro's eyes seemed to ask, You think you can take one of my punches, you weakling?
U Amakusa's mouth twitched. Did she really think he was afraid of her? A gentleman didn't hit a woman.
"Then do you think it makes sense for the school to give us 100,000 points? That's 100,000 points, you know. Each class has forty people, so just the 160 of us first-years get 16 million a month. We don't have to pay anything. All we have to do is stay at school. Does that seem reasonable?"
"And there are upperclassmen, too. If everyone gets 100,000 a month, that's nearly 600 million a year. Even if the country is sponsoring us, it still doesn't make sense, does it? Orange, do you really think you can contribute to the country as soon as you leave school?"
U Amakusa's words made Kamuro think. Frowning, she lowered her head and rested her chin on her hand. "You're right. It doesn't make much sense."
"Hm? What did you just call me?!"
Kamuro suddenly looked up at U Amakusa. If she hadn't heard wrong, he'd just called her Orange?!
"Eh? Did I say anything?"
U Amakusa's eyes darted around. He tilted his head and stuck out his tongue, trying to play dumb and get away with it.
The little cross that had disappeared from above Kamuro's head earlier appeared again. Unable to hold back any longer, she threw a firm punch.
"Die!!!"
"What?!"
There was no dodging that punch. It grew larger and larger in U Amakusa's pupils, but it struck him in the stomach.
U Amakusa immediately dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach with both hands. He looked up at Kamuro with vacant eyes and said, "Orange... Before I go, could I ask you one last favor? Delete the folder named Y on my computer. Just remember, don't open it..."
Kamuro ignored U Amakusa's act. She simply stared at her clenched fist, falling silent for a moment.
The silence didn't last long. Kamuro grabbed U Amakusa by the back of his collar, lifted him up, and then flipped up his shirt.
Clatter—
Looking down, she saw the ground covered with promotional leaflets and other things that clearly came from the café.
Knowing Kamuro was going to come after him, how could U Amakusa not have prepared for it? He'd made absolutely sure.
As for where he'd gotten all this stuff, he'd taken it while Kamuro was paying, of course.
Kamuro took a deep breath, raised her gaze, and smiled at U Amakusa without a hint of warmth.
U Amakusa covered his face with one hand and tried to pull his shirt down over his stomach with the other, looking embarrassed.
"Don't do that, Orange~ That's not very nice~ People will get the wrong idea."
"Mm. And?"
"And... I'm embarrassed..."
"Mm. Anything else?"
"..."
"Now that you've said your last words, then... Die—!"
"Yamete!!"
"Die—!!"
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