The afternoon physical-training session ended, ushering in the most torturous part of the day—the sutra-memorization block. Yet none of the boys in Yukio's class had their minds on scripture; all eyes were locked on Yukio, waiting for their boss to take them off to "do something bad."
Just imagining a way to sabotage the other classes' study component—while those classes could do nothing in return—sent a thrill through them. Dense, archaic lines of the sutra couldn't hold their attention. Even Kaneda, the class ace, forced himself to concentrate for an hour and managed only nine lines.
After most students had gone back to their rooms to rest, Yukio finally tossed aside his assigned page. He didn't take everyone—only a few hand-picked members. The unlucky remainder could only stay behind, sulking over sutra pages.
Under cover of darkness, the small group slipped to the school building without drawing any notice. According to Kiriyama, the camp grounds normally had cameras to stop boys sneaking into the girls' dorm or vice versa, but the classroom side of the building had none. Perfect for tonight's mission.
Inside a dark classroom they kept the lights off. Yukio fished a thick stack of items from a particular desk compartment. The chosen boys gasped.
"Th-this is… With these, the exam is in the bag!"
"Incredible, Yukio-aniki! How'd you get them? The school won't trace it back to us, right?"
"Quit yapping and keep your voices down." Yukio waved them to work. "I'm stepping out to keep watch. Finish everything before I'm back."
They nodded so furiously their heads nearly flew off, each grabbing a desk and scribbling away with feverish energy. Yukio slipped out of the room, then headed for the infirmary—familiar territory by now.
He opened the door: there sat Hoshinomiya, beaming in the dark, phone glow lighting only the lower half of her face—a ghostly sight.
"Yukio-kun, you made it!" she chirped. "You saw the goodies I left, right?"
"Yep. A few classmates are handling them in another room," he replied cheerfully. "I'll turn them over soon."
"No rush, no rush~" Hoshinomiya was even more energetic than yesterday. She circled behind him and nudged him onto the infirmary cot. "First, Sensei has a little reward for her diligent helper."
Her elbows dug skillfully into his back, kneading out the day's fatigue. She even hummed a tune, bright as a lark. The familiar perfume drifted over him—pleasant now that he was used to it, no longer overwhelmingly suggestive.
Her mood alone told Yukio enough: no need for reports—Kushida, Karuizawa, and the rest had executed his orders to perfection. Otherwise Sensei wouldn't be this chipper. "Seems you were busy in here today, Hoshinomiya-sensei."
"Hehehe, all thanks to you." She recalled the afternoon parade: first Kushida, then Karuizawa and Satou, and later Kushida returning with two more "injured" D-Class girls. Finally Chabashira herself had to come fetch them, since most of D Class was out training. Chabashira's icy face had looked really murderous—Hoshinomiya's greatest delight.
"It's just a shame," she sighed theatrically, "you didn't carry yet another D-Class girl in on your back. I wanted to see Sae-chan's expression completely collapse."
"Collapse?" Yukio pictured the frosty homeroom teacher losing composure. "Her features twisted with rage?"
Smack. Hoshinomiya slapped his back in mock annoyance. "Hey now, I'm the one giving you a massage, remember? Worried about Sae-chan, are we? Yes—she was furious, absolutely livid. What, planning to rush to her rescue and turn on me?"
Flat on his stomach, Yukio cycled through idioms in his head: unreasonable,impossible to reason with. She'd brought up the topic herself; how did that become him caring too much about Chabashira? But he let it slide—time to get to the real point.
"All right, I won't ask." He shifted. "But do you remember what you said after the sports festival, when we bumped into each other in the elevator? You promised if you saw Chabashira suffer a setback again, you'd tell me your past."
That was what interested him most: what grudge ran so deep it had festered for ten years?
Hoshinomiya puffed out her cheeks, pout melting almost instantly. She kept working on his shoulders. "Honestly, I meant to tell you after the Workplace Special Exam, but you declared D Class wasn't worth bothering with anymore. So I waited—and waited—until this training camp."
"So," he pressed lazily, "will Sensei keep her promise?"
"Fine, fine." Only the faint glow of her phone lit the infirmary. As she continued the massage, the long-buried tale of Hoshinomiya and Chabashira—ten years of tangled resentment—slowly unfolded.
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