"Teasing and Rejecting: Haha Thanks!"

"And that, my little darlings, is how you solve the problem," Sensei Takahashi said, her face beaming with satisfaction as she concluded the lesson. The bell rang, marking the end of the subject. With a warm smile, she added, "Oh, everyone, next week, we're having a quiz, so please be prepared." Sensei Takahashi left the room, leaving the students to digest the information.

In the midst of the classroom, Shiriku couldn't help but express his frustration internally, thinking, "That's how you solved for what?!" His irritation simmered beneath the surface as he grappled with the complexities of the lesson.

As the students prepared to leave, Fuyumi approached Shiriku with a smirk, inquiring if he understood the lecture. Caught off guard, Shiriku hesitated for a moment before replying with forced confidence, "Of course, I did. Piece of cake." A forced laugh accompanied his words, but internally, he chided himself, "Damn it! Why did I let my pride overcome me?" The struggle to hide his frustration played out on Shiriku's face, hidden beneath a veneer of false confidence.

Just then, Sachi and Junichi approached the duo. Junichi, scratching his head, asked Shiriku if he understood the lecture. Nodding, Shiriku found himself in an unexpected situation as Junichi, full of energy, declared, "Great! You could help me then." Shiriku, attempting to evade the responsibility, nervously chuckled, "Umm... I can't really teach you, Junichi, because... Ahhh... I have something else to do, hahaha. Ask Fuyumi; she might be interested." Shiriku redirected the attention towards Fuyumi, trying to mask his unease.

Sachi, joining the conversation, greeted Fuyumi and hugged her from behind. "Fuyumiiiiii.... Help me, please! I didn't get the lecture too." Fuyumi responded by squishing Sachi's cheeks and agreeing, "Sure, Sachi." She then turned her attention to Junichi, saying, "You can join us, Junichi."

Junichi expressed his gratitude, "Thanks so much!" As the collaborative study session unfolded, Shiriku found himself grappling with the decision of whether to seek Fuyumi's help. Internally conflicted, he pondered, "Maybe I should ask Fuyumi for some help too... But the 'Kami' part—they might think that I also didn't understand the lecture, whereas Fuyumi understands everything so easily." Nervousness etched across his face as he contemplated the potential judgment.

His internal debate was interrupted when Fuyumi, sporting a smirk, directed her attention to Shiriku. In a flirty tone, she teased, "Say, Shiriku, how about you come join us? Your help is much appreciated." A content smile played on Fuyumi's lips as she extended the invitation, her eyes fixed on Shiriku.

Caught off guard, Shiriku felt a surge of frustration. Internally, he lamented, "Damn it! Why did she have to include me! Look at that smirk; she's loving this." The unease and internal conflict were palpable in Shiriku's body language as he hesitated to respond.

Meanwhile, Fuyumi, in her mischievous mindset, thought, "Come on, say yes, Shiriku. I'm pretty sure you didn't understand it too. You hesitated when Junichi asked you for help. I know you're a different Kami; that's why you're my Kami. Accept, Shiriku. This could also help us get even closer." Her playful and confident demeanor was complemented by a subtle allure in her eyes.

Attempting to coax Shiriku further, Fuyumi continued with a teasing smile, hoping to break his hesitation. Shiriku, however, stood firm in his decision. "Umm, I think I'll pass. I don't really have the time, and I'm meeting with my brother," he nervously conveyed, averting his eyes to avoid Fuyumi's gaze.

Sachi, sensing the tension, chimed in, "Oh, is it Shiroe-senpai?" Shiriku affirmed with a simple "Yes," As the tension between Fuyumi and Shiriku continued, Fuyumi, in her flirty and dominating tone, pressed further, "What time, Shiriku?" Shiriku, caught off guard, responded with a hint of defensiveness, "Why'd you ask?"

Fuyumi, undeterred, added, "Oh, if the time is not that tight, I'm sure we could." Her playful and confident demeanor lingered, creating an air of anticipation.

In a slightly puzzled tone, Shiriku questioned, "We could what??" Junichi, sensing the building tension, interjected, "Umm, guys, we really should get going." Sachi, the ever-energetic presence, echoed the sentiment, "Oh yeah, let's go to the library already, 30 minutes there and 30 minutes left for lunch."

With a sense of control, Fuyumi took charge, "Okay, how about you two go first and find us good seats." Junichi and Sachi, eager to diffuse the situation, agreed and left the room.

Alone with Shiriku, Fuyumi seized the opportunity. With a dominating gaze, she got closer to Shiriku, placing her right hand on his face. In a sultry tone, she propositioned, "Just say yes, Shiriku. I'll also help you. I'm even willing to tutor you with just the two of us in the library." Fuyumi twirled her hair with her finger, smirking as she added, "Come on, my Shiriku, accept it."

Shiriku, feeling the pressure, let out a small laugh. He gently removed Fuyumi's hand from his face, muttering to himself, "I know what you're doing, Fuyumi. You love it when I look desperate for help. Even if we are starting to become friends, my pride wouldn't allow it." In an act of self-preservation, Shiriku rejected Fuyumi's offer, denying that he fully understood the subject and insisting that he didn't need tutoring.

Shiriku, feeling the need to escape the tension, averted his eyes from Fuyumi and started walking slowly. With a nervous chuckle, he uttered, "Umm... I should go now since... Shiroe might be waiting for me, ahaha." As he walked away, Shiriku maintained a smile, glancing back at Fuyumi, whose eyes followed him as he left the room.

Once outside, Shiriku let out a big breath, his shoulders relaxing. "Wew, it felt so cold inside, especially that stare," he mumbled to himself, contemplating the lingering atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Fuyumi, looking slightly ticked off, opened the door and spotted Shiriku standing next to the door. Without saying anything, she started walking, flipping her hair, which inadvertently grazed Shiriku's face. In his surprise, Shiriku thought, "Bruh... Did she just slap me in a different way by using her hair? But then again, her hair smells nice." He shook off the odd encounter and continued walking in the opposite direction.

Fuyumi, on the other hand, couldn't suppress her frustration. In her thoughts, she scolded Shiriku, "Idiot, if a girl asks for you specifically, you should have just accepted, especially a girl of my caliber." She turned around to see Shiriku walking away in a different direction, a subtle sigh escaping her. Turning back, she continued on her way.

As Shiriku walked, he felt a lingering cold stare from behind but shrugged it off, choosing to focus on the peculiar encounter and the complex dynamics that continued to unfold between him and Fuyumi.