The school rooftop—
This was not a private area.
During lunch break, many students would come here to eat their bento, and some students would sit on the benches to read.
It seemed quite lively.
However, after Ayato appeared, the students’ chatting voices lowered significantly, and they scattered a distance away, expressions of nervousness appearing on their faces.
“Am I that scary?”
It was midday and he had no bento, and he couldn’t be bothered to go to the school cafeteria or the shop to buy bread; only the cigarette dangling from his mouth was exceptionally conspicuous, and he took a drag amidst the swirling smoke.
“Huu—”
Leaning against the railing with his eyes narrowed, he looked down at his attire, “I don’t look like a delinquent student, do I?”
After speaking, he paused, then laughed nonchalantly; in the eyes of those students, perhaps he really was a delinquent student.
Although there was no difference in the uniform he was wearing, but—
Puff.
Even delinquent students wouldn’t dare to smoke openly in such a public place; Ayato, however, didn’t care.
This demeanor was even more like a delinquent than a delinquent.
He withdrew his gaze, not bothering to care about those people, and turned to lean on the railing to catch the breeze.
The hair on his forehead swayed slightly, and his gaze fell upon the students gathered in groups of three or five below.
“Hmm?”
As if seeing something interesting, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the young man’s expressionless face, and he turned to go downstairs.
“Ayato—”
He had just walked out of the school building when he was called out.
The tight sportswear she was wearing outlined the woman’s graceful and curvaceous figure, with astonishing curves.
Compared to her sultry and hot figure, the woman’s face had an innocent look.
Her long green hair reached her waist, and she seemed like a gentle woman, but at this moment, she approached Ayato with a cold, stern glare.
“Ayato! You’re actually smoking at school?!”
Facing her reprimand, Ayato lazily lifted his eyelids, “Teacher Da Gu, you don’t seem to be the homeroom teacher, right?”
Ootani Kaho, his class’s PE teacher.
Although she taught PE, her personality was very gentle, and she cared about students in her daily life.
Ayato, this seemingly unsociable student, was also in her sights.
Although Ayato only felt she was very troublesome.
For example, right now—
“Even if I’m not your homeroom teacher, you can’t violate school rules like this,” Ootani Kaho walked up to Ayato, hands on her hips, and her massive chest shook along with the movement, a shocking sight.
Ayato turned his head with the cigarette in his mouth, meeting her persistent gaze.
Seeing Ootani Kaho reach out to grab the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, he tilted his head and dodged.
“Ayato!”
Seeing that he actually dared to dodge, the beautiful PE teacher got angry and reached out to grab Ayato’s arm to prevent him from running away.
During the tug-of-war, there were inevitably some collisions, and he could clearly feel the scent and softness from Teacher Ootani Kaho.
Ambiguous contact.
Swish.
The cigarette in his mouth was snatched away by her.
Ayato looked at her helplessly.
He actually wanted to use his Absolute Control to ruthlessly squeeze this meddlesome female teacher, but unfortunately, don’t let her big chest fool you.
As a PE teacher, Ootani Kaho’s athletic ability was very good; purely in terms of attributes, she was above him, and [Absolute Control] had extremely limited effect on her.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t wait to speed up the acquisition speed and efficiency of the hearts.
“Ayato-kun, smoking is not a good habit, especially since you are still so young,” Ootani Kaho extinguished the cigarette with the tip of her shoe and threw it into the trash can, “Teacher doesn’t want you to become a delinquent student.”
“However, Teacher also knows that you have no parents, you are a pitiful child. If you have any difficulties, you can tell me, and I will help you,” saying this, Ootani Kaho revealed a gentle smile.
“Don’t look at Teacher Takamine Miyu like that, but she is actually also a gentle and good teacher.”
The Takamine Miyu that Ootani Kaho spoke of was the homeroom teacher of Class 1-D.
Eh?
What does that mean?
Ootani Kaho didn’t know what Ayato’s sentence meant, and just saw him turn and leave.
She could only stand by the garden alone, tilting her head, a look of confusion on her face.
Having left Ootani Kaho, Ayato spat and rummaged in his pocket, “Did she think that by confiscating one, I wouldn’t have any left? Teacher Ootani Kaho is truly naive.”
Snap.
Lit.
He actually didn’t have a smoking addiction; he only had one when he was in a bad mood.
Unfortunately, Ayato, who had transmigrated to this world, was indeed not in a good mood.
Arriving at the edge of the playground, he immediately saw a pair of man and woman under the cherry blossom tree.
That girl with beautiful long red hair was standing there with a strange senior, and Ayato’s eyes narrowed as he watched, a smile appearing.
He walked towards that side.
“Yuuto-senpai…”
Staring at the LINE message he sent, it was an invitation from the person she liked, but Chisato’s face didn’t show much happiness; instead, she was frowning.
Ayato’s existence was like a big mountain pressing on her heart; she couldn’t escape, couldn’t hide, and couldn’t resist.
At least, she couldn’t implicate Yuuto-senpai.
That person’s warning from this morning was still fresh in her mind, but how should she tell Yuuto-senpai?
Should she just tell him not to come find her anymore?
Chisato was immersed in complex thoughts and had unknowingly arrived at the edge of the playground.
Not far ahead, Yuuto-senpai was calling out, holding a bento box in his hand.
“Chisato—!”
“Yuuto-senpai…”
The young man, overflowing with youthful vitality, wore a short-sleeved shirt, a bright, sunny smile on his face, and he was quite handsome.
This was probably what a normie was.
Chisato, who would usually be very happy to see him, was now left with only hesitation and sadness.
Her gaze dodged.
“Chisato, I feel like you have some changes today,” Yuuto examined the girl in front of him.
Whether it was her clothes or her attire, everything was about the same as before, but he just felt that Chisato was a little different.
“Changes?”
“Yeah, Chisato seems even prettier than before,” he couldn’t specify, but she was just a little prettier.
The uniform on her body outlined the girl’s hot curves, and her legs under the skirt glistened in the sunlight.
Her rosy cheeks emitted a sweet scent, and sweat beads slightly seeped on her slender neck.
It made one want to stick out their tongue and lick it to taste the flavor.
The seductive aura that Chisato’s body emitted, intentionally or unintentionally, made this senior glance sideways frequently, his mouth dry.
Today’s Chisato feels very charming…
Prettier?
I should be happy to be praised by my senior, right?
Chisato lowered her head, a bitter smile on her delicate cheeks under her bangs.
This silent posture left Yuuto-senpai bewildered.
“Chisato? What’s wrong with you? It feels like you’re not in a good mood.”
“No, not at all,” she shook her head quickly, trying hard to squeeze out a smile as a disguise, “I’m not in a bad mood. Yuuto-senpai, is there anything you need from me?”
“I wanted to have lunch with you,” Yuuto shook his bento, noticing that Chisato had nothing in her hands, and asked in confusion, “Chisato, you didn’t bring a bento?”
“I, I didn’t make a bento today.”
The girl said softly.
“Ah, how about I share my bento with you? Or let’s go to the cafeteria together.”
Although she had a lot to say to Yuuto-senpai, she could only refuse tearfully now, even considering whether to cut ties with him, “I’ll just buy some bread later.”
“Then—”
Today’s Chisato is a bit strange.
Yuuto buried his questions in his heart and wanted to continue saying something, but was suddenly interrupted.
“Yo, isn’t this Chisato?”
An arm stretched out from behind and, under Yuuto’s stunned gaze, wrapped around Chisato’s slender neck, hooking shoulders and backs, “What are you doing here?”
This, who is this person?
The moment he saw Ayato, Yuuto was dazed for a long time before waking up.
His gaze was fixed on the posture and actions of him and Chisato leaning together, his eyebrows knitted together.
“Chisato, who, who is he?” Yuuto-senpai opened his eyes wide, his fingers holding the lunch box turning white and livid, his face looking a bit ugly, and he barely squeezed out a smile, “Someone you know?”
“He—”
The moment Chisato was hooked by the neck by Ayato, her body’s nerves and muscles tightened rigidly, her pupils trembled imperceptibly, and the familiar scent and smell made her body tremble slightly.
After the absurdity of last night, she couldn’t possibly forget Ayato’s scent.
The marks he left on her body, the marks he left inside her body, hadn’t disappeared yet.
It was like PTSD; as soon as he touched her body, she felt sensations.
And it just had to be in front of Yuuto-senpai.
Chisato bit her lip hard, lowered her head, and said nothing.
She really wanted to break free and push Ayato away, but she knew she couldn’t do it.
“Chisato, you, are you two dating?”
Yuuto asked incredulously.
“Not at all,” before Chisato could speak, Ayato said, pulling the girl’s neck into his arms, their heads leaning intimately together, and he gently took a sniff against her hair, “Chisato and I are just ordinary friends.”
Ordinary friends?
If you are ordinary friends, why are you so ambiguous?!
Yuuto clenched his fists.
“Chisato,” Ayato rubbed against her temples, blowing air into the girl’s ear, “What do you say?”
“I… yes, Ayato-kun is my friend,” Chisato said this while pursing her lips.
The hand on her neck, and his body leaning against her shoulder, made Chisato’s delicate body stiffen like a sculpture.
Accompanied by the faint smell of tobacco.
“Just friends? Chisato, I don’t think he looks like—”
The rest of the words didn’t come out; only a suspicious gaze remained on Ayato.
Hooking shoulders with girls, a hooligan aura, a cigarette dangling from his mouth—if his hair were dyed yellow, the flavor would be even stronger.
However, he had black hair.
Even so, Yuuto still felt that this person was not quite right.
Chisato was also not quite right.
“Speaking of which, I haven’t had lunch yet. Chisato, you don’t mind having a meal with me, right?” Ayato used his hand that was holding her to lift the girl up, rubbing against the skin of her smooth and delicate face, but his eyes were fixed on Yuuto.
Watching his gritted-teeth expression, he revealed a smile.
“Hmm…”
“Chisato? Chisato—cough cough!”
Puff.
The smoke ring he exhaled hit Yuuto’s face.
Watching him cough uncontrollably in frustration, Ayato raised the corner of his mouth and walked away straight ahead, intimately holding the girl in his arms.
Throughout the whole process, Chisato didn’t struggle and didn’t say anything.
“Chisato… what exactly is your relationship?”
Watching the girl he liked being held by that strange young man, with only their backs remaining, Yuuto’s chest heaved, his cheeks pale.
Why.
Doesn’t Chisato know my feelings?