"So! Do you guys have anything you want to explain?"
"Uh... sorry, the beef bowl special is limited to one per person, so we didn't expect this to happen!"
"That's not it! The problem is that you two took the opportunity to run away! That's unforgivable!"
Having his face sprayed with breadcrumbs by an enraged Iori, Miyazawa Yu silently pushed the beef bowl in front of him away.
Chisa, sitting next to him, did the same. There was no way around it; they just couldn't get past this mentally.
"So what do we do now? To be honest, this is the first time I've received this many letters."
With the two meals pushed away, a large empty space appeared on the table.
Iori Kitahara took the opportunity to throw all the threatening letters he had received onto it, creating a small, pointed mountain.
"Well, isn't this great? Making so many new friends and all..."
Even with Iori asking, Miyazawa Yu couldn't think of any solution. Unless Chisa voluntarily announced a breakup, Iori getting stabbed was just a matter of time!
Thinking this, he took one of the threatening letters hanging on the other's body and read it, exclaiming in surprise, "Oh! There are even some from other schools. Has Chisa's reputation already spread?"
"Unfortunately, no, this one should be for me..."
Kohei Imamura scooped up some curry and calmly stuck the misdelivered threatening letter onto himself.
It had to be said that Azusa Hamaoka was incredibly popular at Oumi Women's Academy. After hearing the news, many girls had even express-delivered threatening letters to him.
Honestly, when the person handed it to him, he thought it was a love letter!
"Uh... is that a new look for you two?"
"No, we just found that after covering ourselves with threatening letters, the tone of the people who come to us is a little gentler, that's all..."
Striking a Commander Ikari pose, Iori Kitahara stared intently at Chisa Kotegawa and said in a low voice, "Chisa, I think we need to talk!"
"Oh? Can't we just talk about it when we get home? After all, we're living together as... boy! friend! and! girl! friend!"
"CHISA!"
Clink!
The sound of knives and forks clattering echoed. Iori Kitahara instantly lost his composure and reached out to cover Chisa's mouth, which was speaking the inconvenient truth.
However, the next second, he was held in place by a combined effort of two pairs of hands.
"Hey! Kitahara! That's no way to treat your girlfriend!"
"Do you have some time?"
"Huh! There's no way I'm going to the mountains behind the club! Or fishing! And I'm definitely not going to the bathroom with you!"
Having learned from experience, Iori Kitahara subconsciously thought that someone else had come to deliver a threatening letter. He pointed to the small mountain on the table.
"Just leave the threatening letters there. I'll give a unified response of less than fifty words tomorrow."
"Oh! So you've already adapted to hate mail? You guys really aren't normal! I'm Hajime Nojima, from your major!"
"I'm Yamamoto, and I'm here to help you!"
"Huh?"
Miyazawa Yu's eyes widened in astonishment, seeing the two flashy guys in front of him. He hadn't expected a complete stranger to be willing to help Iori at a time like this!
But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about this hair-covering-his-face Nojima and the flashy orange-haired Yamamoto; they had a familiar scent about them!
"In that case, I'll be going first. You guys carry on."
Seeing someone else take the heat for her, Chisa Kotegawa got up at lightning speed and chose to retreat.
Noticing this, Miyazawa Yu's eyes lit up, and he tried to follow without a word. However, before he could take two steps, a spoon flew past his ear and embedded itself in a pillar in the cafeteria.
"Hey, Yu, where do you think you're going?"
"Uh... I'm going to get another meal! Please wait a moment~"
He turned back with a fake smile. You think you can stop me like this? What a joke!
Staying with Iori and the others would definitely not end well for him! He had to run!
"Oh? Is that so? Everyone! This guy, Yu, is practically inseparable from Chisa-chan's sister! Wow~ It's hard to hold him back, huh—"
"Is that so? A senior from outside of school. She must be very pretty!"
"I was wrong about you, you worm! Just explode, you normie!"
"..."
He was so angry but still had to maintain a smile. The second he was insulted, Miyazawa Yu sat back down in his seat and seriously asked Nojima and Yamamoto, "So, how are you going to help us?"
"You're quick to change your mind, but one more of you won't make a difference! Before that, we have something we'd like to ask you, Iori!"
"Huh? Me? What is it?"
The topic had come back to him, and Iori Kitahara was a little confused. If it was about his classes, he might as well go to a temple and pray.
"Don't play dumb! We mean the hypnosis that let a pervert like you find a girlfriend~"
"There must be something, right? Wink~☆"
"You guys looking for a fight?! I'll kill you!"
A vein popped on Iori Kitahara's forehead. What did they mean, "hypnosis"?!
Did he look like a pervert from an hentai manga who used underhanded methods to make a beautiful girl fall in love with him and unconditionally agree to all his demands?!
"Oh? There isn't any?"
"How is that possible! Then how did a pervert like you get a girlfriend?!"
"Exactly! You pervert!"
"Come on! Let's take this outside, one on one! And you, Yu! Don't think wearing a mask can hide the fact that you're a pervert! Get back here!"
Seeing Nojima and Yamamoto both reveal expressions of inexplicable shock, Iori Kitahara instantly flew into a rage. And what was that jerk Yu doing getting involved?! Who was he trying to fool with that stupid mask?!
He dared them to fight him one on one. He would beat these bastards to a pulp and rip Yu's mask off!
"I'm just being truthful!"
"So there really isn't any hypnosis..."
"I already told you! THERE ISN'T!!!"
Leaning in with a menacing expression, Iori Kitahara's message was clear: if they said one more word, he would bite them!
"Is that so~ Everyone, it seems this guy doesn't know any hypnosis!"
"How disappointing!"
"Tch!"
"Pfft!"
So, these guys had reinforcements after all? What the hell were they trying to do?!
Speechlessly, he stared at the disgusted faces of Nojima and the others as they huddled together and whispered. He vaguely seemed to hear a few things.
"Then what should we do?"
"Isn't there a small mountain behind the clubhouse?"
"No one should interrupt us there."
"Alright! Let's choose that place!"
"Got it! I'll lead the way!"
Stuck among these strange guys, Miyazawa Yu finally realized what that familiar scent on Nojima was!
It was the scent of a beast! These four guys might look inconspicuous, but at their core, they were definitely masters who could rival Iori. Joining them was a solid win!
"Hey! You guys seem to be talking about something serious! Also, why is it that when Yu is in the middle of you guys, he's completely invisible?!"
"Ah! Yeah, why is that?"
"It can't be helped. After all, this guy and the blond one are at least decent-looking. Only Iori is pure manure!"
"I see..."
His will to live gone, Iori Kitahara didn't know why, but he felt that being buried in the mountains behind them would be a good thing. At least he wouldn't have to listen to such cruel insults anymore!
"Yo! Kitahara, let's play hide and seek!"
"Imamura and Miyazawa, you guys come too!"
"Huh! We have to play too! Weren't you just saying that we were at least decent-looking?!"
Upon hearing that he might be targeted next, Miyazawa Yu immediately ran back to Iori's side and loudly condemned them for not keeping their word!
But mere condemnation couldn't stop the shameless bastards from walking over as if nothing had happened. However, Shinichiro Yamamoto was at least kind enough to let them die knowing why!
"That's right! Isn't it even more reason for handsome guys to die?! So you won't steal all the other girls!"
"No way! You can't say that about Yu, who wants to build a harem, but you guys really have the wrong idea about me!"
"Hey! What are you guys doing! Don't come any closer!!!"
Seeing the group of perverts closing in, Iori Kitahara, in a moment of panic, didn't hesitate to sell out Yu, who was planning to build a harem.
The next second, before Miyazawa Yu could even retort, he was held down by a dozen burly men and had his mouth covered, only able to whine and bark. This gave Iori a chance to explain himself.
"What? Are you begging for mercy?"
"This is the first time I've heard the word 'mercy' in real life, but you guys really have the wrong idea! I'm not in a relationship with Chisa!"
"That's right! They just grew up playing together."
Kohei Imamura immediately chimed in to add to the explanation. How could he let Iori sell him out? After all, it was this scoundrel who had dragged both him and Yu into this abyss!
"We're just acquaintances from the same school!"
"But you're with each other all day!"
"So I'm definitely not dating her!"
"But you're already living under the same roof!"
"Hey! Bring the shovel over!"
After listening to this two-man comedy routine, Hajime Nojima put on his gloves and let out a sinister laugh.
It really was an enviable romance! But one of the two parties might just disappear from the face of the earth today!
"Got it!"
"And get some extra gloves and towels!"
With his head tightly embraced by a twitching Iori, Kohei Imamura looked at the highly proactive engineering students and spoke muffledly.
"He's only thinking of saving himself! How naive!"
"Ah—is that so? I'll personally kill you sooner or later!"
Clang! Hajime Nojima hit the ground with the shovel, interrupting the "lovers' quarrel" between the two Pab club animals. He waved his hand, and the strong men beside him immediately surrounded them.
"Quick! Bite down hard! Otherwise, your teeth will fly everywhere! It's a hassle to clean up~"
"Wait! You'll lose out if you kill us."
"What? Are you begging for mercy again? It's too late! You plucked the only red rose among a field of green! Such a sin is enough for you to be reincarnated as a maggot in your next life!"
It was over! There was nothing left to do! These guys were so resentful about the flower being plucked that they had all entered a tearful, berserk mode!
Ptooey!
Just at this critical moment of life and death, Miyazawa Yu finally spat out the toilet paper in his mouth and wailed up to the sky, "Wait! We can set up a mixer for you! With girlfriends!"
"From now on, we are best friends!"
Their faces instantly changed. Single male college students' feelings for mixers were like a mother's love. Whoever could arrange one was their mother, even if the other party was a group of three scoundrels who had just sold them out!