With final exams right around the corner, the entire class was restless.
Amid all the nervous energy, the heroines exchanged glances.
"Takuma, let's have a study session!"
"...Nah. I'm good on my own."
Urara immediately leaned forward.
"Then you can teach us! ♡"
"It'll be more efficient if we all study together."
"You're good at math and science, right? Come on, help us out!"
Takuma tilted his head, looking mildly annoyed by the whole idea.
Then—
Shion quietly spoke up.
"...In that case, we can use my house."
Everyone turned toward her.
"It's quiet. And there's plenty of room."
The heroines' eyes immediately lit up.
(Shion's house?!)
(This is... the perfect chance for a lucky pervert moment!!)
And so—
Takuma and the heroines gathered at Shion's house.
Textbooks.
Notebooks.
Worksheets.
And a mountain of snacks covered the table.
On the surface, it looked like an ordinary study session.
But the girls had other plans.
Get closer while he's teaching them.
Casually let their shoulders touch.
Drop an eraser and have him pick it up.
Every possible form of "accidental contact" had been carefully planned in advance.
The operation began.
Mikiko made the first move.
(All right. I'll deliberately drop my notebook!)
Thump.
"...You dropped this."
No hesitation.
No touching hands.
No reaction whatsoever.
Flag destroyed.
Urara moved in next.
(I'll sit really, really close to him. ♡)
She slid right up beside him.
Takuma looked at the tiny gap between them.
"...It's cramped."
He casually moved farther away.
"Give me some space."
Urara froze.
Flag destroyed.
Shiori narrowed her eyes.
(Okay. If I lean in really close so we can look at the same worksheet...)
She brought her face closer to his.
Takuma squinted at the paper.
"...The print's too small."
He stood up.
"I'll write it on the whiteboard."
And walked away.
Shiori stared after him.
Flag destroyed.
Karen clenched her fist.
(Then I'll guide his hand from behind...!)
She reached around him— only for Takuma to push the pen back toward her.
"You're in the way."
"Huh?!"
"Write it yourself."
Flag destroyed.
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Shion adjusted her glasses.
(...Surely something has to happen when we're at my house... right?)
Takuma suddenly looked toward the kitchen.
"Hey, Makabe."
"...Yes?"
"Can I eat that pudding in your fridge?"
"............"
Shion stared at him.
The others stared at him.
Takuma waited patiently for an answer.
And with that— every single flag had been completely annihilated.
Crushed.
Shattered.
Erased from existence.
Hina watched the results with quiet amazement.
"...He's reached the realm of the gods."
Momiji nodded.
"The King of Obliviousness among Kings of Obliviousness. He can turn even a study session at a girl's house into an ordinary everyday event."
"Also, asking to eat Shion's pudding at a time like this is an incredible failure to read the room."
"...Yeah."
Momiji paused.
"But somehow, that almost makes him reassuring."
Hina considered that.
"...Actually, I kind of get what you mean."
Mr. Oblivious himself.
Even the heroines' carefully planned operation to trigger one lucky pervert moment after another— was effortlessly shattered by Takuma Kunimi.
And so— a study session at a girl's house, surrounded by girls desperately trying to get closer to him...
ended as nothing more than— a perfectly ordinary study session.