15 Haruno Ayato

Looking at the face covered in heavy make-up, that even hid her original appearance, and then listening to the clipping sound that could make dogs cover their ears, Sasaki Fuyumi took a deep breath to suppress his distaste and flatly replied,

"You're sitting on my chair."

At these words, the girl sitting didn't speak but slightly raised her head.

The girl sitting in the aisle in front of Sasaki immediately vacated her chair, but the didn't even look at it, and just tapped the desk with his finger:

"What you're sitting on is mine."

Facing this handsome boy, who seemed to be looking for trouble, the hot girls sitting around frowned impatiently.

But looking at Sasaki's face and physique, they hesitated for a moment and didn't say the words, 'Are you looking for trouble?'

"Handsome guy do you want to sit in the seat I'm sitting in? You should have said so earlier, it's yours. Come on, let's go back to the classroom, class is about to start anyway."

Patting her skirt just long enough to cover her buttocks, the girl with a slanted ponytail and slightly curled lavender hair stood up, tapped Sasaki's chest, and lightly teased.

Then she raised her head, and nodded to the girls sitting around her and walked out of the classroom.

And judging by her words, it seemed like she was not from this class.

Sasaki, who had basically no impression of the classmates in the class, watched them disappear from sight, then moved the chairs and returned to his seat.

Just when he put down his chair and was about to sit down, a timid figure came to his desk and bowed deeply to him: "Um...thank you~ thank you."

Her voice was soft and melodious, like the gentle singing of a deer in the woods.

Raising his head, Sasaki Fuyumi took advantage of the gap he had when he straightened up to look at this girl who was carrying two heavy weapons.

The girl's long, dense hair, black as raven's feathers, fell behind her, complementing her pale, delicate, and adorable face, giving her an exceptionally pure and lovely appearance.

Her demure, downward gaze and cowering posture evoked an instinctive desire to protect her.

Confronting her timid eyes, which were buried under the slender bangs and were as brown as a newborn deer, the protective desire in Sasaki's heart increased exponentially.

However, noticing her sexy figure sparked a contrasting impulse to bully and ravage her.

This interplay of protective and violent thoughts was Sasaki Fuyumi's first impression of her.

In short, 'so cute, I want to monopolize her.'

Although a little rude, this was indeed his first impression of her.

But what he thought in his heart did not affect his appearance on the face.

Without showing any unbearable expression, Sasaki controlled his facial expression and his eyes that wanted to wander around the girl, and nodded lightly:

"It's no trouble at all."

Perhaps because Sasaki didn't exhibit the aloofness that matched his stern appearance, or maybe because his face was friendly enough, or perhaps because he helped the girl retrieve the stool, the girl didn't leave immediately after his response.

Instead, she stood by his side, and asked in a low voice full of curiosity.

"Um, classmate, my name is Tsukimi Chifuyu, are you a new transfer student? Before…"

Hearing the meaning of the girl's words, the corners of his mouth twitched, but he was not surprised that she didn't recognize him, because before today, he didn't have any impression of her either.

Maybe it was because, his rare previous school visits had been spent with his head down, asleep at his desk, seldom seen by others.

"My name is Sasaki Fuyumi, I've been a student in this class all along.

It's just, I took a long leave due to family reasons."

Shaking his head and denying Chifuyu Tsukimi's guess, he gave the reason he had already prepared.

"Oh, that's it. I thought I was so slow that I couldn't even recognize my classmates."

After hearing the answer, the girl breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief and patted her swollen chest.

Her gentle movements seemed to know that she was not suitable for such movements.

so...

Why are you doing this?

Looking at the beating white shirt, Sasaki Fuyumi, who was already convinced that she was really dull and slow, became more serious about wanting to trick her into giving him a child.

After all, she was beautiful, had an explosive figure, had a timid and obedient temperament, and was a bit natural, so why not cheat her away?

With the thoughts that a normal man should have, the boy saw that there was nothing to do, so he chatted with the girl.

But as more and more people entered the class, the girl seemed a little concerned about the curious looks from others, so she returned to her seat without talking for a long time.

Just as he thought, she sat right in front of him to the right.

His front desk and desk-mate were still absent.

When he was thinking this, a boy with a frail and delicate figure, but a clear and fair face like a girl, sat in the seat in front of him.

Huh?

Is this really a boy?

Before his surprised look disappeared, the boy turned around.

"Thanks."

"?"

Facing his puzzled look, the boy, who looked like a girl in every aspect except for short hair and demeanor, explained the reason.

Those hot girls who sat in his seat before were considered his bullying gang.

They would come to him at a fixed time every week to ask for money.

Even though the amount was not much, just one-third of his living expenses.

So even though these things caused some trouble to him, it wasn't enough to prevent him from eating, not to mention, after a while, those girls would return some of the money.

But even so, being forced to give money to girls was something he found hard to accept.

So every time when they came, he would be late on purpose to avoid these things.

Although being late was not a big deal, if he did it too often, he would be talked to by the teacher.

A few more times, and his parents would be notified.

This time it was also because of Sasaki's intervention that he avoided the fate of being late.

That's why he said thank you to him.