"Miko, this is for you..."
At a certain high school, Michiru once again walked up to Miko Yotsuya, placed the pudding in her hand on Miko's desk, and looked at her with a gentle expression.
"Michiru is really so good to Miko!"
"Seriously, it's so enviable."
"It feels like Michiru only treats Miko this way. If they weren't both girls, I'd think Michiru was pursuing her."
Seeing the pudding Michiru had given Miko, the nearby students could not help commenting enviously.
Since this was an all-girls school, with only a handful of male teachers and practically no male students, everyone tended to admire impressive girls more.
Although Michiru had transferred here midway through the school year, she was indeed quite famous. She had become a socialite while still in her teens and had even appeared on the cover of fashion magazines.
To girls still attending school, a socialite like her was someone to admire. Born on this island nation, they also possessed traits unique to their people.
That was their worship of the strong. And, naturally, their cruelty toward the weak...
Though that did not apply to everyone.
In modern society, "strength" did not necessarily refer to power. It could also mean a higher social status. Compared to them, Michiru was a "strong person" worthy of admiration.
"..."
Listening to the chatter around her, Miko Yotsuya glanced at the pudding on her desk. Like before, it was the expensive kind that cost several thousand yen each.
Then she looked up at Michiru. The beautiful socialite in everyone else's eyes was, in Miko's eyes, a terrifying monster.
"Michiru, you don't have to keep giving me pudding. I haven't done anything to deserve it... I..."
Miko had a slight headache. She had no idea why this ghostly deity gave her a pudding