Bang bang bang!
"Ow, I'm sorry, stop hitting!"
"It hurts, too much!"
"We were just excited to see a friend!"
First Cafeteria
Iori and the other two were sprawled on the ground, groaning, pinned by the very girls they'd been daydreaming about.
But now, they hadn't a single impure thought.
After all…
Girls skilled in grappling? They didn't dare have *any* thoughts!
Sure, they were slightly stronger than the girls, but the numbers gap was overwhelming.
Wait, no…
Their strength might not even match these girls'.
Recalling the white-haired girl's punch, they shivered.
That hurt like hell!
One hit, and they were out of commission.
Suddenly, they kind of admired Kamishiro for daring to lunch with such a fierce girl.
Beneath that gentle, cute exterior was a total beast!
It was like a clone of Mitarai's girlfriend.
So…
Do all you squinting-eye guys have a knack for picking girls like This?
Meanwhile
Kamishiro's mouth twitched, avoiding eye contact with the white-haired girl he'd chosen.
He admitted, her white hair had hit his sweet spot, but… he never imagined such overwhelming strength under that adorable look.
Are all white-haired girls this powerful?
Terrifying—so terrifying that Kamishiro scrapped any plans to make her his next target.
He worried that after pulling up his pants, she'd tear him apart.
His recent love dramas were already too much; adding a violent character was a bad idea.
Of course
Kamishiro was still grateful for this heroine's protection.
When he saw those three jerks' faces, he'd already drafted his last words.
Just as he braced for doom, the white-haired girl shot forward, knocking them out with one punch each.
So fast, the other girls didn't even react before it was over.
Seeing these three trying to attack their idol, the girls showed no mercy.
Even with the trio defenseless, they used every trick to restrain them.
One girl even pulled out a rope, looking eager.
If Kamishiro wasn't mistaken, she was practicing a turtle-shell knot in the air…
Iori and Yamamoto in turtle-shell bondage…
{{(°△°; "}}!
Unthinkable!
To spare his eyes from that vile scene, Kamishiro quickly stopped the girls rushing in.
He squatted down, smirking condescendingly at the trio.
"So, who gave you the guts to start trouble on my turf?"
Kamishiro taunted, patting Iori's face like a mob boss.
Humiliated, Iori and the others nearly ground their teeth to dust.
Damn it!
This scumbag's stealing the show!
Worse—
How does this jerk have such sway over these girls?!
When did he get this army of brain-dead fans?
Don't girls care about a man's substance anymore?
And the school—aren't they going to do something?!
This guy's openly building a harem on campus!
Iori's eyes bled with envious tears. This was straight-up king treatment!
When did Izu University become this scumbag's kingdom?
They should drag the engineering department's beasts to see their goddesses toyed with in this jerk's palm!
---
Though they desperately wanted to dump this guy in the sea, the stark difference in their combat strength made it unwise.
Iori held back, forcing an awkward smile. "It's all a misunderstanding. We just didn't expect to see you in the first cafeteria and got too excited, that's all."
Hearing this, Yamamoto and Nojima nodded frantically. "Yeah, yeah, just too excited!"
"You know us—when we get hyped, our strength goes up a tiny bit, and our faces get a little… ferocious."
"…"
Wow, in just two days, these guys' thick skin had leveled up.
Their expressions were excited alright—excited to kill someone.
Seriously… ever since lie detectors came out, these guys' lies had gotten scarily natural.
And…
The one who should be shocked was *him*!
Why weren't these jerks rotting in their second cafeteria? What brought them to the first one?
Did they even check if their vibe matched this place?
"Whatever, just get out."
Tired of their excuses, Kamishiro rubbed his temples and waved a hand, like a king sentencing them to death.
"Throw them out."
"No problem, Lord Kamishiro!"
At his command, the girls buzzed with excitement, dragging the trio toward the exit with gusto, eager to impress their idol and become the next "lucky" one.
!!!
Σ(っ °Д °;)っ
"Wait, wait, Kamishiro, we've got critical info for you!"
In the clutch, Iori, the master of dirty tricks, had a flash of genius.
"Oh?"
Kamishiro waved the girls to pause, stepping up to Iori. "This better be important, or else…"
His glance at the white-haired girl nearby carried an unspoken threat.
'This fox-borrowing-tiger's-might scumbag! If you're so tough, fight me one-on-one!'
Iori's teeth itched with rage, but the situation forced a sheepish smile. "It's super important. It's about that associate professor and you."
"Associate professor and me?"
Kamishiro frowned, puzzled. He didn't recall any connection with that shady professor.
Clearly, skipping classes for days had wiped his memory of whose class he'd missed.
"…"
Iori's mouth twitched, whispering, "You forgot the schedule, didn't you…"
"Pfft, as if." Kamishiro scoffed. "I never memorized that thing!"
"…"
What are you bragging about?!
What's there to brag about?!!
Iori screamed internally. Was this guy even a student? Couldn't remember his own schedule!
Come to think of it, this jerk always tagged along with them…
Tch!
So he was using him as a GPS. What an infuriating scumbag!
And those girls around—why were they gazing at Kamishiro with *admiration*?
The bad-boy craze was over, hello? You're college students!
And… I skip classes too! Why doesn't anyone like *me*?!
Iori and the others wailed internally. They were delinquents too!
"So, what'd that professor say?"
Kamishiro dug at his ear, unimpressed. If it was about writing an apology, no big deal—never underestimate a bestselling light novel author!
"Oh, he said you failed his course."
Iori delivered the line as flatly as possible, but a keen ear could catch the glee he was hiding.
Couldn't help it—watching Kamishiro squirm was pure bliss!
The kind of joy that outshone every sad memory from childhood to now!
{{(°△°; "}}!
"Failed?!"
Kamishiro stared at Iori and the others, dumbfounded. The semester had just started—how was he already flunking a course?!
Hmm…
Thinking about *that* professor's class, it all made sense!
"Jerks! Couldn't you cover for me?!"
Kamishiro grabbed Iori's collar, shaking him wildly. Isn't that what college buddies are for—answering roll call for you?!
"…"
The trio went quiet. How could they explain?
That the professor didn't even call roll, and only knew Kamishiro was absent because *they* ratted him out?
No way they'd admit that!
And they had zero regrets. They came to hunt Kamishiro down, after all—why let him off easy?
So what right did this scumbag have to be mad at them?
For now… they'd just endure!
Endure!
"You think *that* professor wouldn't recognize us?" Yamamoto piped up weakly. Given their past wildness, they'd be lucky to proxy for anyone in that class for four years.
(???)
Fair point.
That logic convinced Kamishiro. With his campus-heartthrob looks, anyone who'd seen him once wouldn't forget.
Tch.
So annoying. Next time there's a new course, he just won't show up!
That way, the new teacher wouldn't know him, and he could skip freely!
He was a genius!
(λ_^)
Kamishiro gave himself a mental thumbs-up!
As for failing…
Eh, time to beg the secretary lady. Been a while since they talked—maybe invite her for dinner tonight~
Kamishiro mused about his candlelit dinner while waving dismissively. "Alright, message received. Send them to their doom."
His casual tone was like tossing out hazardous waste.
"Hey, hey, hey!"
"You backstabbing jerk!"
"You said you'd let us go!"
As the girls closed in again, the trio freaked out.
"Ha? Did I ever say I'd let you off? Think hard."
Kamishiro smirked playfully at them. With their brains, they thought they could outsmart him? Dream on!
"Get 'em!"
"Wait!"
At the critical moment, Iori bellowed again, his sharp gaze locking onto Kamishiro. "Don't you want revenge? I've got a way to screw over that jerk!"
"Oh?"
Kamishiro paused, intrigued, eyeing Iori. He hadn't even cooked up a revenge plan yet, and Kitahara was this quick?
As expected of the dirty-tricks guy!
"Spill it."
"Free us first!"
Iori had wised up, demanding release first.
"Nah, what if you're bluffing?"
Kamishiro wasn't rushed—he could come up with revenge plans himself.
Seeing this, Iori guessed Kamishiro's thoughts, his face stern. "Kamishiro, you don't want to keep dodging and hiding, do you?
You don't want to spot Yamamoto while grabbing a drink, right?"
At that
Kamishiro froze mid-sip. Honestly, Yamamoto's pursuit these past two days had been a hassle.
Not because it was relentless, but it messed with his daily life.
Thanks to slacking off at uni, Kamishiro hadn't hidden his address.
Now, everyone knew where he lived, and Yamamoto camped at his door every night!
He couldn't even go home!
Left with no choice, Kamishiro crashed at others' places.
And…
His stamina was taking a hit lately.
He was a normal guy, after all—who could handle *hours* of that stuff daily?!
He was practically drained!
(っ╥╯﹏╰╥c)
If not for his own rules, he wouldn't have picked the white-haired girl this time.
He chose her for a future move, that's all.
Tonight's candlelit dinner with the secretary lady? Just dinner.
Wait!
"If I'm with these guys, today should go by without any issues."
"Then I can go home and sleep!"
"The only downside is… seeing these faces kind of kills my appetite..."
After weighing the pros and cons, Kamishiro looked at Yamamoto and said,
"You're really not going to hold a grudge about what happened earlier?"
"How could I not—"
Yamamoto was just about to retort, but Iori stopped him with a sharp glance.
'Just agree!'
'No way! I've been ridiculed nonstop because of that bastard!'
Yamamoto's eyes widened. The gazes from those beasts had haunted him like a nightmare.
'Hold back for now. Once we identify our target in the cafeteria, we'll deal with him outside.'
Yamamoto had a sudden realization. As expected of Iori—he had zero honesty!
"..."
"I feels like you guys are plotting something shady."
Watching them silently exchange glances, Kamishiro hesitated. These bastards had clearly developed a new form of brainwave communication and it was one he couldn't tap into.
Suspicious!
"Hahaha, of course not. Everything before was a misunderstanding. Let's just eat first—we're all hungry, right?"
Yamamoto laughed and instinctively tried to scratch his belly… only to remember his hands were still restrained.
He could only look helplessly and awkwardly at Kamishiro.
"Alright then... my darlings, could you let them go? We've got some things to talk about~"
Kamishiro smiled warmly at the girls. He was always friendly with his fans, after all.
Although reluctant to see their idol eat with what looked like total idiots, the girls still obediently let go of the guys.
Anyway… they weren't the ones most heartbroken right now.
After all, they never had a real chance to eat lunch with their idol today in the first place.
The white-haired girl looked at Kamishiro with teary eyes, like a little animal about to be abandoned.
Kamishiro gently patted her shoulder.
"Sorry, darling—let's save the chance for tonight, okay? We can even catch a movie too~"
'Secretary Miss!'
'Let's make plans for tomorrow instead!'
Hearing that, the white-haired girl's eyes lit up immediately, and a playful smile curved her lips.
She leaned in and whispered just loud enough for him to hear,
"You promised, okay? Tonight...
Also, that… it's white too~"
!!!
They're all white-haired!!