"Yu! Long time no see. Have you seen little Chisa?"
"Hmm? Nanaka-san, you're here."
Miyazawa Yu and Iori were busy until the afternoon. For some reason, Azusa-senpai never came back to take their shift. Instead, Nanaka Kotegawa appeared mysteriously in front of the booth, carrying a camera.
"Speaking of which, the beauty Contest should be starting soon, right?"
Iori Kitahara rotated his wrists, which were sore from cooking. He impatiently put up the "closed" sign and pointed to the back of the tent. "Chisa said she was going to rest for a bit in the back. She should still be asleep, right?"
"Is that so! Then I'll go on in! Ha—"
Her eyes instantly lit up. A strong, motherly-like smile spread across Nanaka Kotegawa's face, and her breathing grew heavy.
Little Chisa's sleeping face was something she could never get enough of. And now she could take a few pictures openly to fill up her album. What a score! What a score!
"...Shouldn't we wake Chisa up first?"
"Nah, it's a festival anyway. Let's just let Nanaka-san have her fun."
Miyazawa Yu watched as Nanaka Kotegawa stealthily went into the tent, and the sound of a camera clicking repeatedly could be heard. Iori Kitahara suddenly felt a profound sense of guilt.
It was as if his dereliction of duty had caused his cousin to be pestered by a pervert.
Miyazawa Yu, on the other hand, seemed much calmer. Once he accepted Nanaka's sister complex, he could even find a bit of charm in the contrast.
But more importantly...
"Iori, the 'Handsome Men' is right after the beauty pageant. Good luck!"
Miyazawa Yu offered his most sincere blessing to his companion. This was his last act of kindness.
"You jerk! Don't talk like I'm already a goner! It's just a little cross-dressing... cross-dressing..."
Although he said that, Iori Kitahara's voice caught in his throat, and he started to sob while covering his face.
Cross-dressing in public, his wonderful college life was officially over!
The thought of being seen as a pervert and losing all his chances at a relationship made his sadness burst forth like shaken water of life.
"Now, now~ By the way, we all got our uniforms from our seniors, so what will Chisa be wearing on stage later? Will she just wear what she has on now?"
Miyazawa Yu patted Iori's shoulder. He hadn't expected him to have such a big reaction. He reluctantly changed the subject again.
The truth was, he had a reason for making small talk. It was his first time on stage wearing only trunks. Even with a mask to hide his face, the pressure was immense!
He could only relieve it by talking.
"You absolutely do not need to worry about that!"
"Ugh! A wild Azusa-senpai has appeared! Iori, hurry and throw a poké ball!"
Iori glared at Azusa Hamaoka, who had left her underclassmen to run off and have fun, only to suddenly appear. With a twisted grin, he did as he was told, picking two of the biggest eggs from the basket and tossing them up and down.
"Ahahaha~ Sorry, sorry. I found something really interesting and was just watching it for a while~"
"Seriously, and? Chisa is beautiful, but if she goes on stage with no makeup and in casual clothes, she could still be beaten, right?"
"That's right..."
Hearing Miyazawa Yu's concern, Azusa Hamaoka proudly pulled out a package with a sheer dress from behind her back. Waving her hand, she reassured him, "I thought of this long ago. This is a five-hundred-dollar secret weapon I prepared for Chisa to ensure her victory!"
"Huh? Five hundred? That's generous. Our uniforms were all cheap, weren't they?"
Miyazawa Yu took the clothes and felt a little jealous that the seniors had splurged on Chisa.
After all, whether it was him, Iori, or Kohei, their uniforms were all cheap and unremarkable. It felt like they hadn't been given much thought.
"Ah~ That's not true! Iori's uniform is my old high school uniform, and Kohei's is Kotobuki's from middle school. They have great sentimental value!"
"What! It's Azusa-senpai's uniform?!"
Iori Kitahara pushed Miyazawa Yu aside. His eyes widened as he rushed to Azusa Hamaoka, his face full of disbelief.
"Of course! There's no way I'd give you something lame. Aren't you touched?"
"Yes! I'm so grateful. I'd like to feel senpai's kindness right away, so please excuse me!"
Iori Kitahara frantically pulled out the high school uniform he had discarded. With a straight face, he turned and ran, disappearing in a flash.
Miyazawa Yu took a mouthful of Iori's dust. He knew exactly what that jerk was going to do.
But if it was as Azusa-senpai said, and every piece of clothing had a previous owner, then what about his trunks?
His expression grew panicked. If he had a choice, he'd want to wear Azusa-senpai's high school girl uniform, but used trunks? That was just disgusting!
"Oh! By the way, Yu, your trunks were bought brand new. So? Do you want me to hold on to them for you?"
"No! Ah, Kohei, you're back."
His suspicion was denied, and Miyazawa Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
Just then, Kōhei Imamura sauntered back, with many bags hanging off him. It looked like they were all magical girl merchandise.
"They sell stuff like this at the festival? Is this... Magical Girl Rarako?"
"I couldn't believe it either. It looks like the anime club made them themselves. The quality is pretty good!"
Kōhei Imamura put a bunch of things on the table and excitedly took out a few bouncy balls, giving them to Miyazawa Yu.
"Thanks for working hard. These were prizes I got from a lottery. They're for you."
"That's nice of you, but there are so many! How much money did you have to spend to get these in the lottery?"
Miyazawa Yu looked at the handful of bouncy balls Kohei pulled out of his pocket and tried one a few times. He had to admit that they were high-quality products from a science and engineering school.
The material was so sturdy that if he threw it with a bit of force, it would fly like a bullet!
"Yo! Is the shop closed already? How were sales?"
Carrying various alcoholic drinks and snacks, Ryūjirō Kotobuki and Shinji Tokita saw the "closed" sign from a distance and came over to say hello.
"We taught the Tinker Bell guys a lesson. They didn't open their booth this afternoon, so sales were pretty good!"
"Whoa! You guys really did it... Has Chisa gone to change already?"
"No, Nanaka-san just went to get her."
Miyazawa Yu pointed to the tent behind him and said helplessly, "Should I go hurry them up?"
"Good point. If we leave it to Nanaka, she might not be able to get her out until tonight."
"I'll go get her then!"
Azusa Hamaoka grabbed Miyazawa Yu by the collar and threw him to the side. She lifted the curtain and went inside, not forgetting to remind him, "Don't peek in, Yu~ Chisa-chan is changing clothes!"
"I would never peek! Seriously, do I look like a shameless pervert who would peek at a friend changing?"
Feeling that Azusa-senpai was teasing him a little too much, Miyazawa Yu asked Ryūjirō Kotobuki with a headache, "Kotobuki-senpai! Do I look like a pervert?"
"...Well, I guess if you're wearing clothes, not drinking, and Nanaka isn't around, then you're maybe not one?"
"What? So many conditions?!"
Miyazawa Yu slammed his hand on the table. He never expected this was the image he had in Kotobuki-senpai's mind.
And being naked and drinking alcohol were things the seniors forced on him! How could that be a criteria for judging him?!
"Hahaha~ Well, what does it matter!"
Shinji Tokita patted Yu's shoulder nonchalantly. He opened a can of alcohol he had bought and handed it to him. "Anyway, we don't mind you, Yu! Here, drink up!"
"Glug, glug, glug— even so, a pervert has no right to despise another pervert, right..."
Miyazawa Yu willingly drank the beer to moisten his throat. He put an arm around Shinji Tokita's shoulder, and the two of them started complaining to each other.
Kōhei Imamura saw this scene, and his brain immediately drew an equation: "Miyazawa Yu = Shinji Tokita = alcoholic, muscular, naked pervert."
"Wait! I'll just go in like this! I told you I don't want to wear a dress!"
At the same time, Chisa's groggy voice came from inside the tent.
"No way! Little Chisa has to be beautiful for the beauty pageant!"
"That's right! That's right! Don't be like that. It's such a great opportunity—"
"No! Sister, don't take off my clothes!"
"..."
Iori is a pervert like Yu. Nanaka-san and Azusa-senpai also have their own hidden motives and aren't normal people.
It looks like I'm the only normal one in the Pab Club!
Kōhei Imamura, the anime-loving blond, thought to himself as he lifted his sweat-soaked shirt and secretly kissed the beautiful girl on it.