"So~ wanna come hang out in our tent?"
"It'll be really fun!"
"Hmm— you're making me kinda wanna go."
In front of the Pab Club's booth, Azusa Hamaoka's expression had gone from annoyed to outright disgusted after being pestered for over ten minutes by the annoying guys claiming to be from the TinkerBell club.
Honestly, what was with their sleazy tone when inviting girls? They didn't act like adults at all. You couldn't even tell they were the same age!
Most importantly, whether it was their faces or their bodies, these two guys were even worse than Miyazawa Yu!
If she couldn't hit customers, she would have given them a good beating to make them understand they shouldn't run around trying to show off.
"Seriously, how many portions do you want? If you're not ordering, please move out of the way!"
Also annoyed, Chisa Kotegawa spoke curtly to shoo them away.
But even so, the dark-skinned guy and the guy with glasses in front of the booth showed no intention of leaving. Instead, they just went ahead and placed their order.
"Alright, I'll buy five, along with your phone number, ahhhhh..."
The guy with glasses pulled out his phone, ready to get the cute underclassman's number. The next second, he felt an irresistible force on his shoulder, yanking him back.
"Hey!"
A deep male voice entered his ear, and his face seemed to be pressed against something warm and damp like rubber.
Puzzled, the glasses guy and his dark-skinned club president, Kudou, turned their heads at the same time. Their pupils immediately constricted as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Honestly, being suddenly squeezed in a muscular, naked man's armpit and then having to turn your head to personally kiss his pecs...
It was more terrifying than seeing a ghost!
"Yo! Little bro, you look like you're having a great time getting cozy with our one and only beautiful girl!"
With a grim expression, and alcohol dripping from the corner of his mouth down his neck, Miyazawa Yu's veins popped out. His coiled biceps firmly locked the two scoundrels in his embrace as they tried to resist.
"Words are useless. Let's just give them a taste of hell so they don't hold up business!"
"Couldn't have said it better! There's a path to heaven, but you didn't take it. There's no gate to hell, but you insisted on breaking in. Let's just bury their bodies in the back mountains!"
"Good point, Iori! Let's go! Hahahaha!"
Emerging from either side of Miyazawa Yu, Iori and Kohei's smiles were just as twisted.
They covered the mouths of the glasses guy and the dark-skinned Kudou, and the three of them laughed as they held their prey and started walking towards the back of the mountain.
Iori Kitahara even conveniently borrowed a shovel from the side of the road, ready to dig a suitable grave for the two rude idiots. He was so considerate!
"Wait~ there are security cameras here! Let them go right now!"
The cavalry had finally arrived, and they were all in a state of rage. Seeing this, Azusa Hamaoka relaxed. Leaning on the counter, she called out to the two little delinquents, who had no sense of moderation.
"Oh! There are cameras..."
"Tch, next time we'll trick them into coming with us!"
"That's the only way. Oh well~ what a shame~"
They looked at each other and realized Azusa-senpai had a point—forcibly kidnapping them was too obvious and would get them caught quickly!
Helplessly, Miyazawa Yu reluctantly loosened his grip, releasing the two wild animals he had worked so hard to catch back into the wild.
Seeing his crestfallen expression, Iori and Kohei felt the same. They couldn't help but comfort their good friend.
"Huff— huff— what are these guys, monsters? Did they really want to bury us?"
Kudou, the dark-skinned guy, knelt on the ground, breathing heavily. He felt like his heart was about to explode.
Who knew what that muscular naked man ate to get so big? He couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried.
And judging by their attitudes, if it weren't for the cameras and witnesses, they would have really dug a hole and buried the two of them!
"Damn you! You naked brutes must be insane! How dare you treat President Kudou like that!"
Compared to Kudou, the glasses guy was more realistic. After he caught his breath, he started cursing without a care in the world. His aggressive demeanor showed that he had no idea which side had more fighting power.
"Kudou? Who's that? Do you know him?"
"I've never heard of him. With such a common last name, he probably isn't anything special in real life either!"
"But it's surprisingly suitable to be carved on a tombstone, isn't it? Kudou!"
"Hahahahahaha—!"
Not at all intimidated, they burst out in loud laughter. The glasses guy wanted to say something else, but the dark-skinned Kudou stopped him.
"Well, forget it~ Are these people you know?"
"...I guess so."
Although it was humiliating, they were, after all, her saviors. Chisa Kotegawa reluctantly acknowledged the three naked men.
"I see... It must be a pain to be around people like this."
Wiping the sweat Miyazawa Yu had left on his face, President Kudou helped the glasses guy up and started walking towards his own booth. He didn't forget to add as he left, "If you really can't stand it, TinkerBell is always open for you!"
"What did you say! Chisa would never go with you! Kohei! Salt! Salt!"
"Drop dead, you normies!"
Instantly enraged, Miyazawa Yu's anger from being tricked by his seniors into drinking with a club full of muscular guys hadn't subsided. Now, new hatred was added to the old.
Under Iori's command, Kōhei Imamura took a whole bag of table salt from the booth and furiously threw it in the direction the TinkerBell scoundrels had gone. It was as if he were trying to ward off some unclean spirit.
As for Miyazawa Yu, he was terrifyingly scribbling something in his notebook, muttering weird things like, "A gentleman's revenge... early to late... Lecter will teach you a lesson."
"Ehh, you three were a big help!"
Now that the annoying guys had finally left, Azusa Hamaoka smiled and went to them to offer some encouragement. Naturally, the three stooges accepted it all.
"Mhm~"
"No big deal!"
"Azusa-senpai, which do you prefer? Pan-seared veal hooves or lemon-flavored beef liver? That dark-skinned guy had a lot of muscle, so the texture should be great..."
"Okay! That's enough. Now it's your turn to run the booth."
Feeling like things were about to go south if Yu kept talking, Azusa Hamaoka quickly interrupted his fantasy and suggested, "How about Chisa and Iori switch places, and Kohei stays here to help?"
"Ah, okay!"
Chisa Kotegawa, with no hidden agenda, agreed and began to take off her apron.
Using the moment when Iori was alone, Azusa Hamaoka seized the opportunity. She teleported to his side with a cat-like grin and whispered.
"Hurry and tell me what's going on with you and Kohei?"
"Pfft!"
He had just taken a sip of beer to cool himself down, but upon hearing Azusa-senpai's question, Iori Kitahara immediately spat it all out.
Ignoring his mouth, he frantically turned to Miyazawa Yu and pleaded.
"No, wait, how about this! Chisa and I switch, and you and Azusa-senpai switch places instead?"
"Eh? But I just got pulled away to drink and haven't had a chance to have fun yet!"
Miyazawa Yu put his tracksuit back on, shrinking back to his normal size. He immediately expressed his displeasure with Iori's plan.
But to his surprise, the usually tough Iori suddenly slid down on his knees in front of him, clasping his hands together as if this were the request of his life.
"Hiss... at least give me a reason?"
Feeling a little moved, Miyazawa Yu still wanted to argue for his upcoming rest time.
"I'll tell you, Yu!"
To make himself look more serious, Iori Kitahara instantly put on his shirt.
He then placed both hands on Miyazawa Yu's shoulders and asked with a firm and righteous expression, "Do you need a reason to help someone?"
"Huh? You've broken character, Iori. That's not something you'd ever say... But fine, this is a one-time thing!"
"Thank you! You really are my best friend, Yu!"
Although he didn't know what Iori was up to, Miyazawa Yu decided to help him out this time and took Azusa Hamaoka's place.
Only when everyone had left did he ask with a speechless expression, "So, why?"
"Uh... for both of our chastities!"
"Huh! What are you talking about! Wait a minute... you didn't tell Azusa-senpai you like me, did you?"
The spatula in his hand paused for a second. Miyazawa Yu then figured it out and backed away, clutching himself.
Suspicious! It was too suspicious. He should have known that Iori and Azusa-senpai would discuss their shared interests when they were alone.
He never expected Iori to have his sights set on him!
But if that was the case, as a rival in love, Azusa-senpai should have let him go rest from the beginning, not Kohei and Iori?
"No! That's not it! First, I'm not gay! Second! I chose Kohei!"
"Really?"
"Yes! I'm absolutely not gay! The room decorating was just a misunderstanding! You know that, don't you!"
"I'll have to verify that. But it looks like you really did choose Kohei..."
Half-believing him, Miyazawa Yu moved back to his spot. Customers started to increase again, so he and Iori had to focus on making okonomiyaki first and talk about everything else later.
"Hello, can I get two servings?"
"You got it!"
First, Miyazawa Yu threw shredded cabbage and shrimp onto the hot plate. He then turned and scooped a ladle of batter from the bucket and poured it over the ingredients. Without even looking up, he reached out and tossed the grilling seasoning and cumin powder to Iori.
Thanks to his frequent practice of catching alcohol bottles from Yu, Iori Kitahara raised his hand and steadily caught the seasoning bottle in his palm. He then twisted the cap and sprinkled it evenly over the bacon and fried egg.
He then used his spatula to stop the semi-solidified pancake base from sliding over. With the bacon on the bottom and the egg on top, a fresh okonomiyaki was born once the bottom was completely solidified.
"Here you go! If you like it, please tell your friends."
"Ah, okay!"
"Thanks for your business—!"
The customer's eyes couldn't keep up with their actions. After receiving his okonomiyaki, the young man was completely bewildered.
As he walked away, he couldn't help but quietly murmur, "Those two, they're so in sync!"
Those two, so in sync! They're like a match made in heaven!
In a hidden corner, Azusa Hamaoka was breathing heavily, her heart filled with the same thought.
A slow stream of drool dripped from the corner of her mouth, landing on the great evil—this was exactly what she wanted to see!