Chapter 3: Love-Brain
After that, I considered asking Segawa-san if she was Ichinomiya-san.
But I didn't.
If Ichinomiya-san’s last name had changed, it was likely due to complex family circumstances, including her mother’s remarriage.
In that case, there was no need to ask about it forcefully. Furthermore, if I accidentally touched a sensitive topic, I might hurt Segawa-san. That was not my intention.
Besides, the consistency of all the details was too great. There was no doubt that Segawa-san was Ichinomiya-san.
So, I decided I would wait for Segawa-san to tell me when she was ready.
Then came the start of the week after our weekend outing.
I went to the clubroom before morning homeroom. I was writing down the events since I woke up in my diary, using the fountain pen Segawa-san had given me.
“Good morning, Hayasaki-kun.”
“Oh, good morning.”
Segawa-san entered the clubroom and looked at what I was doing.
“You’re already using the fountain pen.”
“Yeah, I’m still getting used to it, but I think it’ll get easier to use eventually.”
A fountain pen supposedly adapts to the user the more it’s used. I thought it would be cool if I could master the fountain pen, and I looked forward to being able to write smoothly.
“You seem to write in your diary every day, but what do you write about?”
“Nothing interesting, really… Want to take a look?”
“May I?”
“I haven’t written anything I can’t let you see.”
“Then I’ll take you up on that offer.”
Segawa-san leaned over my shoulder and began flipping through the diary spread out on the desk.
We were close enough for our hair to touch. The faint scent of her shampoo tickled my nostrils.
Seeing her cheeks faintly flushed, it seemed she still felt some embarrassment, but the ear-licking intimacy had definitely narrowed the distance between us.
“Hayasaki-kun,” Segawa-san said, looking up from the diary.
“About that thing you wrote in your diary yesterday…”
“O-Oh, the ear-licking?”
Segawa-san’s face turned bright red, and she nodded at the word.
“U-Um, was it… did you… feel good?”
“W-Well, that’s…”
It did feel good. It felt good, but it was hard to be completely honest about it.
I was too embarrassed. But.
“Y-Yes, it felt good.”
“R-Really? I felt like I was so clumsy and didn’t do it well at all…”
“It’s… the person who does it that matters, you know. I was happy it was you, Segawa-san.”
“～～～～!!”
Hearing my words, Segawa-san seemed to hit her limit of embarrassment. She buried her face in the backrest of the sofa and started writhing, rubbing her head against it.
She was adorable, like a small animal digging a hole before hibernation.
I was so embarrassed I felt like digging a hole myself, but I couldn’t lie.
It was only natural, as the first love I promised never to lie to was right in front of me.
And I, myself, was still processing the fact that Segawa-san was Ichinomiya-san.
However, I still had feelings for Yuki, so I was a little confused.
It was at that moment.
A message came in from Yuki on our group chat for the three of us.
『I think I caught a cold, so I’m taking the day off school~ Cough, cough, cough』
A playful message, accompanied by a sticker of a rabbit lying sick in bed, was sent.
Segawa-san, who lifted her head from the sofa backrest, checked the message and said,
“I’m worried about her…”
“She probably overdoes it most of the time.”
Segawa-san and I texted Yuki, asking if we should visit her, but she replied, ‘I think I’ll get better soon, so don’t worry~’ We were relieved. She’d probably be back at school tomorrow, full of energy.
After that, the day passed without incident. After school, Segawa-san went straight home for her lesson.
As for me, I went to the shabby apartment building near my house.
I climbed the creaking, rusty stairs and pressed the intercom for Room 203.
“Y-Yes?”
A voice, not hoarse but lacking in energy, came from inside.
“Eh, Sh-Shinya!? Why are you here!?”
Yuki, who must have checked the peephole, sounded surprised.
“You said not to worry, but I was still concerned.”
“W-Wait a minute. My clothes are awful, and I don’t have any makeup on…”
“I don’t care, so it’s fine.”
“I care!”
“But a sick person shouldn’t force themselves to move.”
“J-Just wait. You can come in after five minutes!”
She said that, unlocked the door, and I heard a frantic shuffling sound from inside the room.
Exactly five minutes later, I stepped inside the entrance. The interior was ordinary, unlike the exterior.
A sweet scent, along with Yuki’s distinct citrus fragrance, wafted from the entrance to the living room. It made me feel restless—it was clearly a girl’s space.
I shook my head to clear any unnecessary thoughts and knocked on the door with the nameplate ‘Yuki’ hanging on it.
“Come in~”
I confirmed her reply, twisted the doorknob, and opened the door. A gust of cold air from the air conditioner hit me.
The interior was cute and dominated by white, giving it a feminine impression.
“Ehehe, I feel much better now that Shinya came to visit me.”
Yuki, sitting on the bed, beamed.
She must have done a quick makeup job in those five minutes, as she looked normal. She was wearing a mask, and her clothes were… for some reason, a white shirt and a miniskirt. In other words, her uniform.
“Why the uniform?”
“I don’t want you to see my awful pajamas, so the safe and cute uniform!”
“I think pajamas would be fine, even if they were awful.”
“I want to look cute for the person I like, always! Don’t make me say it~”
She joked, but it sounded a little forced.
I should finish my business quickly and leave.
“Are your parents home?”
“They won’t be back until tonight because of work, so don’t worry~”
I thought that was exactly the reason to be nervous…
“Anyway, I don’t want to stay long, so I’ll just leave this here.”
I handed her a bag containing sports drinks and jelly I had bought at the convenience store.
“W-Wait.”
It was just as I was about to leave the room. Yuki grabbed the hem of my shirt, stopping me.
Her voice was weak, her eyes flickering with anxiety.
“Stay a little longer. Um, I don’t want to get you sick, so just for a little bit.”
Yuki was even lonelier than usual because of her cold.
Wanting to comfort her, I said, “Of course,” and sat down next to her.
“Ehehe, thank you,” she said, looking happy.
I first fell in love with Segawa-san, but I genuinely liked Yuki too.
So, I was happy when she smiled. My conviction to make both of them happy and smiling hadn’t changed.
“I’m glad you look better than I thought. Your voice isn’t hoarse, either.”
“Yeah, I feel much better after a good sleep. But I still missed school…”
“Don’t worry about that. Just rest well today.”
I stroked her head to comfort her, and she closed her eyes blissfully, purring. Was she a cat?
“But is it really okay for you to come here? Even if it’s just a visit, Sara will probably be upset if she finds out you came to another girl’s house.”
“It’s fine. Segawa-san has her violin lesson today.”
Yuki was relieved by my words, and we chatted about trivial things.
About Watarai’s antics, Nanami Takanashi failing another pop quiz, and how Segawa-san and I talked about missing Yuki during lunch break.
“Ouch~ You told Sara about Ichinomiya-san~”
I had been debating whether to tell her, but I decided to tell her about my date at Segawa-san’s house. It was better to share information in case something happened.
“It just slipped out. But I’m glad she didn’t react badly.”
“Phew, that’s one landmine cleared!”
“It’s just one in a minefield, so it’s a drop in the bucket.”
I decided not to mention the ear-licking or the fact that Ichinomiya-san was Segawa-san. It wouldn’t make Yuki feel good.
“The date at Segawa-san’s house went well, thanks to our practice, Yuki. Thanks.”
I stroked her head again, and she became ‘Cat Yuki,’ purring.
We chatted like that for a while, but Yuki grabbed her collar and fanned herself.
“I feel a little sweaty.”
It seemed she still had a fever, and her body was hot.
But that’s where the problem started.
“Take off my bra for me.”
“That’s too sudden! That’s not going to happen!”
“But you’re progressing well with Sara, right?”
“Well, yeah. Thanks to you…”
“Then, taking off her bra might be the next step, right? There might be something after that, too.”
So, let me practice on me, she said softly.
“What if you can’t take it off properly and Sara gets disappointed? She might have high expectations from watching dramas.”
“I can’t believe Segawa-san would dislike me for something like that…”
I wanted to believe that. But I couldn’t rule out the slight possibility. That small chance was enough to scare me. To fall in love is synonymous with fearing rejection immensely.
“I really want you and Sara to work out. So, let’s practice on me.”
I couldn’t say anything to that.
But—
“I can’t do that.”
“Why?”
Yuki tilted her head anxiously. She must be worried.
Am I not as attractive as Sara?
So, I had to dispel that anxiety.
“I don’t know what might happen to me. I’m a guy, so if I take off your bra, I might lose control.”
I added.
“Today is your day to be my girlfriend. I don’t want to force you when you’re sick and suffering.”
“It’s a relationship based on pity, though, and it’s only a daily thing.”
She said that, forcing a smile with drooping eyebrows.
It was painful. Painful that I couldn’t deny it was based on pity. Painful that I couldn’t reassure her by saying, “I don’t want to force you because I love you, Yuki.”
If I could just say it honestly, she would be happy. Even if that love was two-timing.
Still, it was true that Yuki was sweating from the fever. If she stayed like this, she would get chilled.
I wiped Yuki’s back with a wet wipe, trying to keep my mind blank.
It was just as I finished.
“Yuki…? Are you there?”
The voice coming from the hallway was from someone who shouldn’t be here—
“That’s Sara’s voice, isn’t it!?”
“W-Why is she here!?”
At the sound of the voice, we started flustering, and Yuki whispered.
“Shinya, you didn’t lock the door!?”
“I-I thought I did. I’m not used to being at a girl’s house, so I was nervous…”
“W-W-W-What should we do!?”
As we spoke, Segawa-san’s voice, searching for Yuki, got closer.
“Shinya, you have to get out of the room!”
“Jumping from the second floor is a bit much!”
“Then hide!?”
“Where!?”
“The closet!”
“But your clothes and underwear are in there! Is that okay!?”
“No!”
Even if it was just a visit to a sick friend, it would be disastrous if Segawa-san’s boyfriend, me, was found here.
Being alone in a girl’s room meant that, and Segawa-san, who was sensitive about cheating, would never tolerate it. If she found out, the peaceful state of the three of us could collapse instantly.
We kept panicking without a good plan, and mercilessly, the doorknob of the room turned—
“Yuki, you were here.”
“Sara, welcome~ Was the front door unlocked?”
“The key wasn’t locked, so I got worried and came in… I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s my fault for forgetting to lock it~”
Yuki greeted Segawa-san, only sitting up on the bed.
Yuki’s acting skills were incredible, making it seem like nothing was wrong.
As for me, I was inside Yuki’s futon, peeking at Segawa-san and Yuki through the gap.
My body was between Yuki’s outstretched legs, and my face was pressed between her thighs.
Wait, I entered a place that’s even worse than the closet, didn’t I?
I thought that, but the moment Segawa-san entered, Yuki had pushed me into the futon.
Since I was completely tucked between Yuki’s legs, the mound of the futon looked natural. For now, Segawa-san didn’t seem suspicious.
“Speaking of which, the shoes at the entrance looked like Hayasaki-kun’s…”
“Ah, Hayasaki-kun’s shoes and my dad’s shoes look a little similar, maybe.”
Yuki dodged the question and changed the subject.
“Sara, didn’t you have a lesson today?”
“I changed the time of my lesson because I was worried about you, Yuki.”
“Ehehe~ Just having Sara here makes me feel better~”
“We’re friends, so that’s only natural.”
What a wonderful friendship! I just wish you hadn’t shown it right now!
“By the way, Yuki, were you making a noise just now?”
“I was just coughing a little.”
“I see.”
No one would normally accept that excuse, I thought.
But Segawa-san would probably accept it. She was the kind of girl who wouldn’t even comment on Yuki wearing her uniform while taking a sick day.
But I had a problem.
Yuki was wearing her uniform and a miniskirt. So, her cute pink panties with a ribbon were right in front of my eyes.
And since I was right in front of them, my breath was hitting them, and…
“Yuki, your face is red, are you okay?”
“A-Ah, nngh… Y-Yes, I think I’m not completely, anh, nnn, recovered yet.”
“In that case,” Segawa-san said, taking a convenience store bag out of her school bag.
“I brought you a sports drink and some jelly for your visit. Feel free to drink it.”
“Th-Thank you~” Yuki accepted the plastic bag Segawa-san offered.
Yuki was trying hard to endure, but I was having a tough time too. The distinct sweet scent of a girl filled the futon, and having my face pressed between Yuki’s firm yet shapely thighs was driving me crazy.
Having this continue for a long time was nothing but a risk.
If the oxygen in the futon ran low, my breathing would become ragged. And my hot breath would hit Yuki’s thighs, making her react.
Yuki must have thought it was only a matter of time before we were discovered, as she glanced sideways at me through the gap in the futon. We exchanged our usual quick eye contact.
‘What should we do!?’
‘Try to subtly get Segawa-san to leave.’
Yuki nodded slightly and started coughing.
“Sara, I don’t want to get you sick… so maybe you should go home now. I feel a chill, too…”
“Speaking of which, you’re sweating a lot…”
“Haha, I still have a fever, so I’m a little hot.”
“In that case, maybe you should let the heat out of the futon.”
Segawa-san looked worried and reached for the futon.
No, that’s bad! Absolutely not!
A bead of cold sweat trailed down my back.
“O-Oh, right, Sara!”
Yuki’s voice cracked, and Segawa-san stopped pulling back the futon.
“You’ve only ever dated Hayasaki-kun, right?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Then there must be a lot you don’t know, right?”
“That’s true. But precisely because I don’t know, I feel motivated to learn about each other and about love. Besides, it’s fun to build things up with Hayasaki-kun from a clean slate.”
Damn, I’m about to cry. Even while looking at Yuki’s panties.
“Actually, I’ve had a boyfriend before! I can give you some advice if you want.”
“That might be a good idea, to know an example.”
And so, the girls’ talk—or rather, the love talk—began.
“First, when you start dating, you hold hands, right?”
“Hmph, I’ve already held hands with Hayasaki-kun.”
Yes, you have. It took a month after we started dating, though.
“And then, the next step is hugging, right?”
“H-Hugging…”
Segawa-san’s face turned bright red, perhaps remembering the ear-licking incident.
To press the advantage, Yuki’s voice became moist and sensual as she spoke.
“And then, when you hug, you want to touch more places, and you want to be touched.”
“That’s naughty, I tell ya!”
“When you kiss and put your tongue in, your head feels all fuzzy and happy. You can’t think about anything.”
“That’s super naughty, I tell ya!”
“And then, a girl’s important parts get hot and tingly.”
“T-That’s suuuuper naughty!?”
“And then you start to get wet, and the boy’s gets hard and big…”
“S-Stop that, Yuki~! That’s too much! You’re too naughty, I tell ya~~!”
Segawa-san shrieked and bolted out of the room. The sound of the front door opening and closing echoed. I got out of the futon and checked outside the window. I saw Segawa-san sprinting down the residential street at full speed.
“We managed it somehow.”
Of course, Yuki hadn’t had such a radical experience, but her acting skills had saved us from the crisis.
Even if Segawa-san was a little more used to romance, she was still a beginner. She fled when the topic of first love came up, and she got embarrassed when giving a present.
Segawa-san was still a girl who couldn't shed her ‘Romance Novice’ mark.
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The day after.
Yuki had returned to school, full of energy. In the clubroom after school, Segawa-san and I were relaxing when a message popped up from Watarai.
『The Student Council is pissed off, sayin’ ya gotta submit the club activity report again~』
I had completely forgotten about it with the Daily Girlfriend and everything else, but I had to deal with this, too.
I was pondering what to do when—
“Speaking of which, I looked it up after our love talk yesterday.”
“Hmm.”
“Apparently, people get stupid when they’re in love.”
When people are with their lover, a large amount of dopamine and other chemicals are released. This causes a kind of excitement and a decrease in some brain functions.
The idiot couples who flirt on the train without caring about their surroundings probably have a temporary decrease in some brain function.
In short, love makes the human brain stupid. It’s what you might call ‘Love-Brain.’
“I think we can get by if we submit an activity report based on an experiment on that topic.”
The experiment would be about how stupid we could get while flirting with each other.
After we finished outlining the details of the experiment—
“Why me?”
Yuki, whom I had contacted earlier, came into the clubroom, and I explained the experiment to her.
It might be cruel to make Yuki watch Segawa-san and me flirt.
But Watarai and Nanami Takanashi had other commitments, and considering my social circle, Yuki was the only one who could help with the experiment.
If Yuki got jealous watching Segawa-san and me flirt in front of her, Segawa-san might become suspicious of our relationship. But I trusted Yuki to get through it with her acting skills.
“We need you to give us questions to prove we’re getting stupid.”
“We need a third party to maintain fairness.”
“Got it!”
With that, I handed Yuki a notebook with questions.
Watarai had prepared it as a substitute for not being able to help. The questions were apparently quite easy. We should be able to solve them easily under normal circumstances, but what about in a Love-Brain state?
Segawa-san and I sat next to each other on the sofa, with Yuki sitting opposite us across the low table.
“Question 1~”
Segawa-san clung to my arm as she listened to Yuki’s question.
“What continent did the oldest humans appear on?”
We wrote our answers in the notebook and showed them.
‘Africa’
An easy middle school-level question. We cleared it easily.
“Question 2, the imperative form of the ku-conjugation of adjectives?”
‘Kare’
We cleared this easily, too.
But that wasn’t the problem.
“Hayasaki-kun, you need to get closer to me to get into the Love-Brain state. Maybe a hug would be better.”
“That statement is already Love-Brain!”
“I won’t cooperate with the experiment if you don’t hug me.”
“Alright, alright.”
Unlike during the ear-licking, she didn’t seem anxious or worried. Just a happy face, seeking me.
So, without holding back, we twisted our bodies and hugged.
Seeing us like that, Yuki’s hand gripping the notebook was trembling, but she maintained a smile.
Hang in there, Yuki. You have to endure and protect our secret…!
“Then Question 3. How do you spell ‘pen’?”
‘pen’
The spelling was correct. But Segawa-san’s answer was slightly delayed.
After that, we continued solving problems while hugging, resting our heads on each other’s shoulders, and smelling each other’s necks. Just doing things that a normal boyfriend and girlfriend would do.
But Yuki seemed to be feeling the strain, as the tone of her voice got progressively lower as she asked the questions.
“Q-Question 7. 51 divided by 3?”
My answer was ‘17.’ Segawa-san’s answer was ‘16.’
Perhaps due to the Love-Brain state, even a simple elementary school-level problem resulted in an error.
I was aware that my mind was slowing down, but Segawa-san, the romance novice, must have been experiencing a mental meltdown.
“Hayasaki-kun, I want to flirt more.”
“What more do you want me to do!?”
“Do everything you want to do.”
“No, no, no!”
Segawa-san’s eyes were dreamy, as if she couldn’t see her surroundings, or even Yuki. A drunk person would probably have more self-control…
Yuki seemed to be taking a lot of damage, gripping the hem of her skirt to endure.
Even though she was supporting Segawa-san and me, she couldn’t bear to watch us flirt.
But if I asked Yuki to leave, Segawa-san would get suspicious. Endure it, Yuki.
Yuki managed to recover with her acting skills and asked the next question—
“Question 8. Call each other’s names. And whisper it into the other person’s ear ten times… What is this!?”
Calling names was one thing, but whispering it into each other’s ears in front of someone was too embarrassing.
But if I didn’t do it now, who knew what the Love-Brain Segawa-san would say?
I debated what to do, but then I pulled out a paper cup hidden under the table. It contained a yellowish, juice-like liquid.
Before the experiment, Watarai had left it, saying, “Drink this if you’re in trouble.” He said it would boost my energy. It was probably some kind of energy drink.
I poured it down in one gulp, asking for the courage to get through this situation.
It had a peculiar smell, a bitter, intense taste. Then, a feeling of intoxication came over me, and my head felt fuzzy. It felt less like an energy boost and more like my judgment was getting dull—
Wait, this is beer!
I knew this! It tasted exactly like the beer my uncle made me drink at a family gathering during New Year’s!
But thanks to the alcohol, my tension rose, and my shame seemed to lessen.
“Alright, Segawa-san, shall we do it?”
“Yes.”
And so, we brought our mouths close to each other’s ears.
“Shinya-kun.”
“Sara.”
We just whispered each other’s names into our ears.
But hearing Segawa-san call my name made a warmth spread deep in my chest, like a light turning on.
Segawa-san and I were first loves. Calling each other’s names like this must be several times more meaningful than for a normal couple.
But another effect quickly followed.
“Shinya-kun.”
“Sara.”
“Shinya-kun.”
“Sara.”
As we continued, I started to feel like I was doing something wrong. My head was getting loose.
The act of calling a name is an act of seeking the other person. And this act of calling each other’s names is a mutual seeking.
Of course, that would feel good. Especially when the person you love is doing it.
Watarai, the dating sim addict, came up with it, but it was surprisingly effective. He had learned quite a bit from studying at the Brain Psychology Research Society to become popular.
And by the time the act was over, my head was significantly stupidified.
But one person was more problematic than me. Segawa-san was staring intently at me.
“Segawa-san?”
“I like Hayasaki-kun.”
“W-What’s with the sudden confession?”
“I like Hayasaki-kun.”
The conversation was completely broken.
Is this just a problem of having too much Love-Brain?
And the problematic Yuki was enduring at her limit, and I was relieved.
Then, Segawa-san, deep in her Love-Brain state, spoke.
“I want to install a GPS app on Hayasaki-kun’s phone.”
“W-Why?”
“When we went out together the other day, you didn’t reply, and I was worried…”
Why is she bringing this up now? I thought, but perhaps her dissatisfaction related to romance was also amplified by the extreme Love-Brain state.
“W-Well, if that’s the case, a GPS is totally fine.”
It’s absolutely not fine!
A GPS was clearly bad, but refusing would be too suspicious. I had no choice but to accept.
But the Love-Brain Segawa-san was still pressing on.
“Next time, I want to visit you after my lesson.”
“Eh, but my house is quite a distance from yours, Segawa-san.”
“I still want to go see you.”
She pouted and clung to my arm.
“W-Well, if Segawa-san is okay with it, you can come over…”
But if I only took care of Segawa-san, naturally—
“Ah! I feel like getting hyped up, too~!”
Yuki, finally reaching her limit, took out the second paper cup hidden under the table and chugged it. Like me, she downed the beer in one go.
In an instant, Yuki’s eyes widened. She realized what it was after drinking it, but like me, the surge of excitement from the alcohol made her write a question in the notebook with momentum.
“Question 9! Who is Shinya Hayasaki’s favorite person?”
Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
She said something insane under the influence of alcohol. Had she gone mad with jealousy!?
Yuki sent me eye contact.
‘You absolutely have to answer!’
Yes, I totally understood how Yuki felt. Segawa-san had been showing off so much.
Putting that aside, I debated what to do about the question in front of me.
Segawa-san seemed to have finished writing her answer in seconds, waiting for mine. Even with Love-Brain, she could write that, apparently.
It was then that a ray of light suddenly appeared.
“I-I don’t think this question is appropriate for the activity report we’re submitting to the Student Council!”
“Just answer it, I don’t care about that.”
“Hayasaki-kun, you don’t have to be shy.”
Yuki at the front gate, Segawa-san at the back gate. This was bad. Extremely bad.
Is this checkmate, by any chance?
If I answered ‘Sara Segawa,’ Yuki’s dissatisfaction would explode. If I answered ‘Yuki Aiba,’ Segawa-san would get angry.
And if I answered with anyone else, it would be a double punch.
If any answer was wrong, there was no way to deal with it.
It was just as I was about to give up. Yuki sighed.
“Fine, let’s change the question. Hayasaki-kun’s head doesn’t seem to be working because of Love-Brain anyway.”
Yuki smiled wryly and gave me eye contact.
‘I’m sorry, I put you in a tough spot.’
After that, the flirting Segawa-san stumbled over problem after problem.
And just as my own head started to fail, too.
“Then, the last question! 1 plus 1 is?”
Segawa-san, unusually, finished writing instantly.
She looked confident.
Her answer was—
‘I like Hayasaki-kun’
She was finally unable to even write numbers.
Is this even a Love-Brain problem anymore?
In any case, the Love-Brain experiment ended successfully with that last question, and the peace of the three of us was preserved.
This incident caused Segawa-san to remain in Love-Brain mode for a while, but…
The moment she returned to her senses, she yelled, “I wanna dig a hole and hide!” and ran away at top speed, as usual.
The day after the Love-Brain experiment.
Yuki had returned to school, and Segawa-san and I were relaxing on the clubroom sofa after school.
“By the way,” Watarai said, laughing and clapping his hands after hearing about the Love-Brain experiment.
“That beer was non-alcoholic, ya know. Hayasaki and Aiba are way too suggestible.”
“Eh, seriously?”
“Of course. Drinkin’ alcohol would get ya suspended at best, expelled at worst.”
Because it tasted like real beer, both Yuki and I had gotten completely ‘drunk’ on non-alcoholic beer.
Suggestibility was a terrifying thing.
“Putting that aside. How does Yukicchi feel about the current situation?” Nanami asked.
“Of course, I don’t think she’s completely satisfied. But she understands that it can’t be helped, considering the current friendship between the three of us, so we’re getting by.”
Nanami Takanashi looked worried at my theory. “That’s just a girl’s intuition, but Yukicchi doesn’t seem like a strong girl. I think it’ll be bad if she explodes.”
It was true that Yuki seemed to bottle things up. It seemed to come out as clinging affection when we were alone on our dates, and it almost exploded during the Love-Brain experiment.
“But don’t worry. I actually received a complaint from the Student Council: ‘The Love-Brain experiment is too disruptive to public morals and cannot be accepted as an activity report. Resubmit it.’”
“How is that ‘don’t worry’!?” Watarai retorted.
Watarai was right. I was just asked to resubmit it, with no clear benefit.
But I said with confidence.
“I have a good idea here that will satisfy Yuki.”
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