Megumi had always lacked a sense of presence; it had been like that since she was little.
Therefore, from childhood to adulthood, she had only had such intimate contact with Shiro.
Although Shiro said it was a natural reaction.
But Megumi was also in adolescence.
While she wasn’t as curious about the opposite sex as ordinary girls, that didn’t mean she had no curiosity at all.
Especially for someone like Shiro, who was interesting and knew exactly how to handle her temper.
And now, she had actually touched Shiro’s…
How could this not make her overthink?
Was Shiro not just treating her as an ordinary member of the opposite sex?
Was he…?
For a moment, Megumi was too embarrassed to speak.
The only sounds in the entire bus were her breathing and heartbeat.
“Baka~!”
The driver slammed on the brakes again, finally unable to help but curse.
Megumi, who had been distracted, repeated her mistake, and this time, having completely lost her balance, she instinctively spread her arms and hugged Shiro.
Megumi froze, feeling a bit flustered.
But Shiro just smiled and said nothing.
It wasn’t until they got off the bus and walked with other students in school uniforms that Shiro found a topic.
“Oh right, Megumi-chan, I’ll also be home late today for something important, so don’t wait for me tonight.”
“Oh, oh, important matters are more important.”
“It’s indeed a very important matter; I need to help a classmate deal with a demon.”
“Deal with a demon?”
“Mm.”
Shiro looked serious.
But Megumi looked at him several times, only taking it as a joke: “Shiro, you must be very good at sports, right?”
“Eh? How did you know?”
“How did I know? I personally confirmed it on the bus just now.”
Clothes can only block sight, but they can’t hide touch.
Shiro’s muscles were all rock-hard.
“Hahaha, I guess so! I know martial arts and kendo.”
“Then will you join those two clubs?”
Speaking of clubs, Shiro rubbed his chin: “Probably not. I like to challenge things I’m not good at, like art or something. Anyway, you never know~!”
The atmosphere gradually became harmonious.
Chatting about this and that, they reached a fork in the road.
“See you tomorrow!”
Shiro turned and walked towards his classroom.
Megumi watched his retreating figure, the corners of her mouth curving slightly upwards.
Whoosh, the back door of the classroom opened.
Shiro was surprised.
Because he was actually the first one to arrive.
“Morning, Shiro!”
He had just sat down, bored, flipping through the love metronome in his hand.
A bright figure stepped into Shiro’s line of sight.
Although the school uniform was quite conservative.
But one couldn’t deny her good figure, right?
Leaving aside Shiro’s type, who looked thin in clothes but had muscles when undressed.
Someone like Marin Kitagawa, certain areas were quite noticeable.
Her golden long hair shimmered, and on her delicate, oval face, her features were like carefully sculpted works, three-dimensional and distinct.
Coupled with Marin Kitagawa’s cheerful and sunny demeanor.
It instantly struck Shiro’s heart, making him look twice.
She’s truly a model.
Even though she only shoots spring and autumn collections, ordinary people simply can’t achieve her look.
“Good morning, Marin.”
“Oh, Shen Bai-kun, do you read light novels?”
“Yeah, what’s so strange about that?”
It wasn’t strange, but for Kitagawa Marin, it was an opportunity to find a fellow enthusiast.
After all, COSplay is very close to light novels.
Many games and anime are related to light novels.
“That’s not what I meant. Do you have a favorite character?”
“Of course I do!”
Shiro put down his book, instantly perking up: “I like the female protagonist in this book, named Kasumishi ZI.”
“Oh? She sounds like a female character.”
“That’s right, I like this female character.”
“What does she look like? Are there illustrations?”
“Yes, yes!”
Shiro flipped to an illustration, which depicted Kasumigaoka Utaha in a disguise.
Of course, with three dimensions becoming two, the difference still looked quite significant.
“So beautiful, and her figure is great. If only she were real.”
“Ah, I heard that some people dress up as their favorite characters.” Get faster updates on g.com.
“Shiro, are you interested?”
Shiro looked at Kitagawa Marin, who was full of anticipation: “Cross-dressing is impossible. Never in this lifetime.”
“So, you mean, Shiro, you can accept male character COSplay?”
Kitagawa Marin was fishing, and Shiro was counter-fishing.
“But I don’t have many favorite male characters. If I had to say, it would only be some male protagonists from less famous games.”
“Eh? Eh?”
Kitagawa Marin’s face was filled with pleasant surprise.
And Shiro noticed a clue from her expression: “Marin-chan, could it be that you~!”
Just then, Alisa, with a frosty expression, walked in.
Kitagawa Marin immediately made a shushing gesture: “Let’s talk in private, in private.”
“Good morning, Alisa.”
“Good morning, Marin, Shiro.”
Passing by Shiro, Alisa saw “love metronome” on the desk.
“Shiro, you like this light novel too?”
“Alisa, you like it too?”
Shiro was just passing the time with it, and incidentally seeing if it might attract Utaha Kasumigaoka’s attention.
He didn’t expect such an unexpected bonus.
Alisa immediately recited a passage of dialogue from the book.
Shiro followed up with another passage.
This scene left Kitagawa Marin, who was watching from the side, completely stunned.
She hadn’t read “love metronome,” but she could understand what the two of them were doing now.
Isn’t this just like her desire to recreate characters, a deep love for the characters?
So, in the end, they were the same kind of people.
And once they started talking about the novel, Shiro and Alisa immediately went back and forth with their conversation.
This time, Kitagawa Marin could only fret on the sidelines.
After some exchange.
Alisa’s favorability rose to 70.
Kitagawa Marin’s was a bit higher at 72.
Ring ring ring.
The class bell rang.
And at the very last moment before the class bell rang, Saeko Busujima finally made it to her seat.
Instantly, a faint scent of hair fragrance wafted around Shiro.
Soon after, Saeko Busujima passed a note to Shiro.
The note clearly read: “Noon, rooftop!”