"What do you think? Iori, do you like your new room? It's perfect this time, isn't it?"
"It's only right to let a freshman create a living environment suitable for a freshman!"
"Oh, right! Remember to reimburse me for the ice cream."
Each with an ice cream cone in hand, Miyazawa Yu returned to Iori's room after putting away the posters he had secretly taken.
Looking at the way Iori was grinding his teeth and looking happy, he must have liked it so much that he couldn't speak!
"Hmph— Hmph— Look at the mess you've made!"
After making his room look like this, Miyazawa Yu still had the nerve to ask for reimbursement for the ice cream.
Iori Kitahara wished he could lock this scoundrel in a refrigerator to let him feel just how cold he was feeling inside!
"Whoa, it looks like you're not satisfied, but this is exactly what you asked for. It's a freshman's room."
"Do you think everyone is a homebody like this guy!"
He banged on the wall behind him twice, a wall decorated with Sailor Moon posters. How could a normal college student's room have something like this!
Was that scoundrel Yu deliberately messing with him?
"Damn it, I tried to set up your room with good intentions, and you even tore up my beloved poster replicas... I'll curse your family for eighteen generations!"
"They're just replicas! My descendants are too pathetic to deserve that!"
"Then what kind of room do you want! Why don't you tell us yourself~"
After failing twice, Miyazawa Yu was starting to lose his patience, and his tone became a little irritated.
"Just the complete opposite of this feeling! Is that so hard to understand!"
"Hiss... Are you sure you want the complete opposite of this?"
They both froze. After hearing Iori say this, Miyazawa Yu and Ryujiro Kotobuki immediately exchanged glances. They both saw a look of astonishment in each other's eyes.
No wonder this guy Iori had been so secretive and refused to speak directly. He had ruthlessly rejected two perfect room design plans. It turned out that the most fundamental direction was wrong!
He really didn't expect him to have that kind of interest!
However, Japan is an open and tolerant society. The Pab club could accept a game of rock-paper-scissors with clothes on the line, so naturally, they could accept Iori's strange hobbies!
"What the hell, so that's what it is. Why didn't you say so earlier!"
"Do I have to spell it out for you to understand!"
"Hmm... I'm sorry, Iori!"
After a moment of thought, Miyazawa Yu walked forward and patted Iori on the shoulder. It was indeed his fault for not discovering the other party's hobby sooner.
"What are you... what are you apologizing for?"
"Nothing! I completely understand now. I'll get the room done for you according to your requirements right away!"
"There's no need for that. All of you, 'go out'!"
Having completely lost faith in this group of bastards, Iori Kitahara's face immediately darkened as he heard them wanting to cause more trouble. He showed them the door without hesitation.
"What! I don't agree!"
Quickly recovering from the sadness of losing his "wife," Kohei Imamura grabbed Iori by the collar and shouted loudly.
"The opportunity to drink with a high school girl who admires her 'big brother' is right in front of me! How could I miss this chance and go back obediently!!"
What kind of bait attracted this guy here!
Cold sweat dripped down Iori Kitahara's forehead. He felt that Kohei had been deceived.
This was Japan! Drinking was completely forbidden for minors! And how could there be high school girls at a university drinking party!
But you can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep. Kohei seemed to be enjoying himself, pretending not to understand such a simple principle. In that case...
"Listen up! I'm in charge this time! All of you, follow my instructions!"
"No problem. Let your imagination run wild, Iori!"
He glanced at Miyazawa Yu's hand on his shoulder. Although it sounded fine, Iori Kitahara felt that the other person's words had a deeper meaning.
And he even heard a hint of pity in Yu's tone! This bastard must be thinking of something bad!!!
"Hey! Iori! Could you come here again for a bit? I have something else for you."
"Huh? Ah... no... not again..."
Iori Kitahara's face immediately turned sour when he heard Toshio Kotegawa's second call. His movements became limp, and it was visible that he was unwilling.
"Go, Iori!"
"Give us one more chance! We'll definitely make the room according to your requirements!"
"Ugh— Although I still can't feel at ease, there's nothing else I can do!"
He ran out the door with a sullen look. In just a few steps, Miyazawa Yu could see a sense of tearful departure in Iori's stride.
It seemed that he really didn't trust them.
But it was fine! He felt that he had completely grasped Iori's hobbies. This was Miyazawa Yu's chance to redeem himself!
"Everyone, get to work! Although this stuff is hard to find, we'll borrow it if we have to, and get a perfect set for Iori's room!"
"Got it! I know who might have this kind of stuff! Leave it to me!"
"I'll go ask people for the discs and figures!"
Everyone was on the move! As the leader, Miyazawa Yu took the lead and paid for a bus ride to an anime district to do some shopping.
Wearing glasses and a mask, he endured the shame and bought a bunch of bishonen body pillows and matching bed sheets and duvet covers. He was determined to make Iori feel warm all the time!
On the other side, Kohei Imamura was not to be outdone. Just as he said, Japan was an open country.
After asking around in his circle, this guy quickly borrowed some BL figures and game discs that were about to be thrown away, to serve as Iori's spiritual nourishment.
Finally, Ryujiro Kotobuki and Shinjin Tokita, they somehow found a large pile of handsome male posters and were sticking them on the walls one by one.
As for the anime posters from before, Miyazawa Yu took all of them and sent them to his own room.
"Whew— This should be it! This is just perfect!"
"Yeah, I didn't expect Iori to have this kind of hobby, but how could that stump us!"
"Hmm, since he said the complete opposite of what we did, this must be it! There's no way this meaning can be wrong!"
It took a full half hour. Although Miyazawa Yu was panting, he felt very satisfied inside. When he thought about the surprised look on Iori's face later, he couldn't help but nod.
That's right! This was the Pab club. When one person is in trouble, everyone helps out. We don't ask what's right or wrong, we only ask about our bonds!
He felt that the bond between them had deepened even more!
Squeak... tap, tap, tap!
Just as Miyazawa Yu and the senpais were celebrating, Iori Kitahara had already opened the door at some point and walked up to them with heavy steps.
"Whose idea was this?"
"Huh? It was..."
"Of course, it was me, Iori! How about it! Do you feel how much I understand you now! No need to thank me! This is what I should be doing!"
Miyazawa Yu was about to raise his hand and admit that it was his idea, but he didn't expect this guy Kohei Imamura to suddenly jump out and take the credit.
He flicked his long hair. This scoundrel was shameless, and he slyly hinted, "If you really want to repay me, remember to let me be your wingman tonight. The cute high school girl is waiting to see a mature big brother!"
"I see, so it was you, you scoundrel!"
He shook his head like a zombie. After confirming the culprit, Iori Kitahara finally revealed his true face. The anger in his eyes was now burning out of his eye sockets.
Seeing this, Miyazawa Yu immediately realized that something was wrong. He quickly put down his raised hand and shrank behind Senpai Kotobuki, waiting to see what would happen.
"Wait a minute! Iori, what are you doing!"
"Hey! Let go! It hurts, it hurts!"
"You're being violent to your benefactor! What's the difference between you and an animal!"
This was too brutal! Was Kohei's body really that soft? Can a leg really bend to this position?
Hiss— So a head turning 130 degrees doesn't kill you! What a lesson...
He swallowed hard. Watching Kohei Imamura gradually become a grotesque shape, Miyazawa Yu was deeply grateful that he had been a little slow to speak.
Saying one less word saved him from being folded into a square. It was a perfect and satisfying transaction! The ancestors' life lesson of "trouble comes from the mouth" was truly not a lie!