Weekend.
School playground.
Hikigaya was still training frantically.
Staying in the dormitory,
He really didn't know how to face Ichinose and Himeno Yuki; standing in front of the two, his heart would be filled with guilt.
This training method.
Apart from some possible growth in physical ability, it was completely useless.
It couldn't solve any problems.
Hikigaya knew it very well.
He was just using this frantic training method to numb himself, using it to escape reality.
But he was powerless.
Apart from this, Hikigaya didn't know what else to do.
After running an unknown number of laps.
Hikigaya lay on the grass exhausted, panting heavily.
He had heard from the PE teacher that one shouldn't rest immediately after a long run, but it didn't matter anymore.
However.
Someone was always unwilling to let him go.
Hearing the phone ring, Hikigaya looked at the somewhat unfamiliar number on the screen and picked up the call. "Hikigaya."
On the other end, Kamuro Masumi said in a calm tone: "You should be free now; come to the cinema."
"That's probably not okay."
Hikigaya's breathing was rapid, and he explained with a bleak expression:
"If someone else sees us, it might affect your plan. It's better not to meet."
"That's true..."
Kamuro Masumi furrowed her brows.
After all, she was the one putting in the effort; Sakayanagi had said she could use him as she pleased as long as it didn't affect the plan.
By the time the next exam arrived.
Sakayanagi would most likely take action, so it wouldn't be good if it was affected.
But.
Kamuro Masumi didn't really care much anyway.
"Alright then, I'll send you the seat number later. Just come in once the movie starts. Remember to delete the text. If you don't show up... you know what happens!"
After speaking.
Kamuro Masumi hung up the phone unceremoniously.
She didn't care about Hachiman's opinion at all.
Besides agreeing.
He had no other choice.
"Bitch."
Looking at the screenshot sent to his phone, Hachiman threw the phone away in disgust.
Even those middle school classmates who disliked and mocked him.
Hachiman had never hated anyone.
But now.
Hachiman only felt a deep, heartfelt loathing for these two bitches.
Whether it was Sakayanagi Arisu or Kamuro Masumi.
Neither of them was any good.
If this was the so-called "ability supremacy."
Hachiman even wanted to kill those two.
However.
As time passed, Hachiman propped himself up, picked up the phone in the distance, and walked toward Keyaki Mall like a dead corpse.
There was indeed nothing he could do.
Even a casual slander on a train could become evidence in a woman's mouth, let alone the fact that Kamuro Masumi held a video over him.
The world is just that unfair.
Entering the screening room.
The movie had already begun.
It seemed to be a very obscure B-movie.
There were only a few scattered figures in the entire theater.
Except for a faint light in the front rows, the back was completely dark.
Hachiman walked to the last row.
He saw Kamuro Masumi sitting in the third-to-last seat, legs crossed, right hand propping up her pretty face.
Since there weren't many people, there was no need to worry about the seating arrangement.
Hachiman sat in the seat to the lower right, staring blankly at the screen, waiting for her to speak.
No matter what the threat was, he could only accept it.
Glancing at Hachiman huddled in the corner.
The corners of Kamuro Masumi's mouth curled slightly. She glanced around, then sat next to Hachiman, her small hand reaching toward his thigh.
"What are you do—"
"Shut up."
Before he could finish, Kamuro Masumi's fair hand covered Hachiman's lips, threatening him with her eyes.
If the others find out, you know the consequences, right?
Saying so.
Kamuro Masumi tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned her delicate body down.
After the movie was over.
In the alley behind the cinema.
Looking at Kamuro Masumi standing before him holding a shopping bag, Hachiman's expression was ugly to the extreme, and he couldn't help but spit out the first swear word of his life. ๅ
"Are you f***ing sick?"
This was a cinema.
He truly hadn't expected that Kamuro Masumi would threaten him to come to the cinema just to do that kind of thing.
Though he knew.
This girl was a bitch who liked to seek thrills.
But was there something wrong with her head?
This was a public place, a cinema.
"Maybe~"
Kamuro Masumi licked her cherry-red lips and handed the shopping bag to Hachiman, saying in an excited tone:
"A gift for you. Put it on."
Hachiman's face was dark. He took a deep breath to calm his emotions, but he still couldn't lessen his loathing for Kamuro Masumi.
Inside the shopping bag was a black windbreaker worth over two thousand private points, with the tags still attached.
"What do you mean?"
"I bought it for you. If I tell you to put it on, put it on."
Though it sounded nice, Kamuro Masumi's tone grew cold, her words laced with threat...
Watching Hachiman put on the windbreaker, which dragged down to his calves—clearly several sizes too large.
Looking at the windbreaker on his body, Hachiman stood before Kamuro Masumi with a dim expression, wondering why she was giving him a gift.
However.
This still didn't change his hatred for her.
Kamuro Masumi obviously didn't care about that. She pounced into Hachiman's arms again, her small hand reaching down behind her.
"Quick, cover me with the windbreaker."
"You pervert, is your brain broken?"
Hachiman suddenly panicked and hurried to scan the surroundings.
Even though they were in an alley behind the cinema, who could guarantee no one would walk by the next moment?
"Shut up."
Feeling a wave of moisture below, Kamuro Masumi stood on her tiptoes and leaned toward Hachiman's ear, unable to hide the excitement in her voice:
"Impressive. I didn't expect it to cheer up so quickly."
"I specifically bought the windbreaker several sizes too big. You don't want anyone to see, do you? Then just hold me tight."
Saying so.
With an excited face, Kamuro Masumi twisted her body, desperately suppressing her sounds of pleasure while her eyes warily watched the surroundings.
Seeing this.
Physically and mentally exhausted, Hachiman wrapped her in the windbreaker, the light completely fading from his eyes.
This person is a pervert.
For the sake of her own selfish desires, she didn't care at all about what others thought.
On the other side.
Just the thought that someone could come by at any time made Kamuro Masumi look excited, her purple eyes growing more fanatical.
Just as Sakayanagi said.
She and Hachiman might really be a perfect match.
As long as she held Hachiman's handle!
She could do even more.
Things she wanted to do before but couldn't!
After all.
Kamuro Masumi knew very well that what she was doing was definitely wrong.
Whether it was shoplifting or these low-handed methods.
But she simply couldn't control herself.
Every once in a while, she needed to shoplift to satisfy the craving in her heart, until she met Sakayanagi and began working under her.
Betraying the class.
Sacrificing class interests.
These were all just to fill the void in her heart and gain excitement.
No wonder Sakayanagi always liked to control others.
Now.
Finally, there was someone she could control too!
Gazing at the hollow-eyed Hachiman, Kamuro Masumi didn't care.
Sorry.
I'll have to ask you to accompany me in doing even more exciting things!
Hachiman and her really are a perfect match!