I came, I saw, I lost! (Classroom of the Elite Fanfiction)

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The next seven days were crucial.

Class D had no choice but to throw everything they had into proving Kumagawa's innocence. It wasn't about morality, personal opinions, or even believing whether he was guilty or not.

It was about survival.

Even if Kumagawa had actually done it, they needed him to be innocent.

With Sakura already expelled, Class D was stuck at zero class points. If they lost another student now, they would not receive any class points next month either. It was already hard enough for them as it was.

Some of them even cursed inside their hearts, wondering why they had to be the ones stuck with Kumagawa of all people.

His reputation was already rock bottom. His existence alone irritated others. He was an easy scapegoat—someone most people wouldn't mind seeing expelled.

But as much as they hated him, their fates were unfortunately tied to him now. If they wanted to protect themselves they have to protect Kumagawa, no matter how unpleasant the thought was.

So, for the first time, Class D moved as a unit.

As they said, hard times created unity.

...Though for people like Kōenji, none of it mattered.

He still acted as he usually did, as if none of this concerned him.

Horikita focused on analyzing the case, breaking down every piece of information they had. Hirata coordinated with the class, ensuring they covered all angles. Even Kushida, despite her personal feelings, played her role in gathering intel.

They investigated Yajima's movements that night, questioned people who might have seen her, and looked for inconsistencies in her story. They needed something—anything—that could prove Kumagawa wasn't the culprit.

Because if they failed, it wouldn't just be Kumagawa who suffered.

It would be all of them.

Unfortunately for them, the accused himself...

Was completely unbothered.

Kumagawa Misogi, the person at the center of all this, showed absolutely no concern for his own situation.

While his classmates were running around like a headless chicken, investigating, gathering evidence, and doing everything in their power to clear his name, he... did nothing.

No, that wasn't quite right.

He was actively making things worse.

『Man, the atmosphere is tense these days. It's like everyone thinks I actually did it. That's crazy, right?』

He'd say things like that with a smile, completely ignoring the stares he got.

『Ahh, maybe I should just confess to the crime? It'd be interesting to see how people react. 』

『You know, if I had done it, I think I'd be a little more careful about leaving evidence behind. 』

『Oh, do you guys need me to do anything? No? That's great. Keep up the good work! 』

He wandered the halls, acting like a tourist in his own trial, treating everything like a joke. The more serious things got, the more annoying he became.

"Are you trying to make this worse for yourself?" Horikita snapped at him during one of their meetings.

『Huh? No way. I'd never do that. 』

"Then at least try to act like you care."

『Oh, but I do care! I care so much that I'm leaving it to you guys. 』 He gave them a thumbs-up. 『You're all so hardworking, so I know you'll pull through. I believe in you! 』

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By the second day, Class D completely gave up.

The more they investigated, the worse things got.

Kumagawa's reputation was already in the gutter. There were no surveillance cameras inside the building. The only witnesses were from Class C—Yajima's class. And since it happened after school, there weren't many people around to confirm anything.

It was like playing a rigged poker game.

You get dealt the worst hand from the start—nothing but low cards, no pairs, no outs. Meanwhile, your opponent sits there with a royal flush.

It was a losing battle.

And somehow, Kumagawa got the worst of it.

Not that he seemed to care.

While Class D struggled to find anything useful, Kumagawa was in his room, lying on the floor, flipping through a manga.

『Ahh, this is nice. 』

He lazily turned the page, before he heard a knock on his door.

『Hm? Delivery? If it's my Shounen Jump, just leave it at the door. 』

Another knock, this time a little louder.

『...So persistent. Fine, fine.』

Kumagawa dragged himself to the door and pulled it open. Standing outside was Ayanokouji, with his usual robotic expression.

『Oh, it's you, Ayanokouji-kun! Did you finally come to confess? Sorry, but I don't swing that way. 』Ayanokouji replied flatly.

"I don't want to be here even if you begged me."

Then, without another word, he tilted his body slightly to the side, revealing someone standing behind him.

『Umm... Hello? 』

Horikita's eyes were sharp, her arms crossed as she stared at Kumagawa like she was about to lecture him.

Horikita stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. She scanned the room briefly before turning her attention back to Kumagawa.

Ayanokouji, meanwhile, let out a small sigh.

"Now that my duty is over, I'll be going back to my own room."

Horikita frowned. "What nonsense are you talking about? You're joining as well."

She said it matter-of-factly, leaving no room for Ayanokouji to refuse. Seeing that resistance was pointless, he simply let out a small sigh and stepped inside.

『Talk? That sounds like work. Can't we just sit in comfortable silence instead? 』

Horikita ignored him completely. "You can read manga later. Right now, we need to focus on not getting you expelled."

『But what if I want to get expelled? 』

She shot him a glare.

『...Fine, fine. I get it. I'll play along. 』

"More people will be joining us," Horikita said, checking the time.

As if on cue, there was another knock on the door.

Kumagawa went to open the door.

Standing outside were Hirata and Kushida.

"Good evening, Kumagawa-kun."

Hirata gave a polite smile. Though it was a little strained, as if he was forcing himself. It seemed Sakura's expulsion weighed heavily on his mind.

"Good evening, Kumagawa-kun!"

Kushida, on the other hand, was as cheerful as ever. Most people wouldn't find anything strange about her behavior, but Kumagawa wasn't most people.

As a professional liar, someone like Kushida was light work.

They both stepped inside and found a spot to sit.

Now, the group consisted of Horikita, Ayanokouji, Hirata, and Kushida—the only ones who hadn't given up on Kumagawa.

The rest of Class D had already accepted that next month, they wouldn't be receiving any points. No thanks to Kumagawa.

Once everyone was inside, the atmosphere grew serious.

Horikita sat with her arms crossed, looking as serious as ever. Hirata, though smiling, was clearly carrying a lot on his shoulders. Ayanokouji leaned back casually, observing in silence. And Kushida... well, she was as cheerful as ever.

Kumagawa smiled.

『Wow, I feel so loved. To think you all care so much about me. This is the best day of my life.』

Horikita sighed. "Don't flatter yourself. We're here because your expulsion affects us, not because we care about you."

『Well, I appreciate the honesty. 』

Hirata straightened, trying to refocus the discussion.

"We only have a few days left before the hearing. I won't waste time. Kumagawa-kun, if you're innocent, then we need something—anything—that proves it."

Ayanokouji look at hirata. Hirata word were sincere, unlike Horikita, It seems hirata were care for Kumagawa

『Hmm... even if I were guilty, wouldn't you still need proof? 』

Hirata flinched slightly, but he didn't deny it.

Kushida's smile faltered, but she quickly covered it up. "Kumagawa-kun, we're trying to help you. Can you take this seriously?"

『Oh, I am taking this seriously! That's why I'm saying this is hopeless. It's already been three days, right? And from what I've heard, we've got nothing. Zero. Zilch. I might as well start packing my bags.』

Horikita narrowed her eyes. "We're not giving up."

『So, what now, team? 』

"There's one option left."

Ayanokouji, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke.

"We fabricate the evidence."

For a brief moment, silence filled the room.

『Ooh, now that's interesting. Horikita-chan, are you sure he's not one of us?』

Horikita frowned but didn't refute it. Instead, she turned toward Ayanokouji.

"Explain.

"We already know the truth doesn't matter in this case. The school doesn't care whether Kumagawa is actually guilty or not—only whether there's enough evidence to justify expelling him. Class C understands this, which is why they framed him so thoroughly. So, if the game is rigged against us, we change the game."

『Oh, I love it! Let's commit perjury! 』

Horikita ignored Kumagawa and focused on Ayanokouji. "And how exactly do you plan on fabricating this 'evidence'?"

"Simple. We create a stronger alibi than whatever Class C has."

It made sense. If Class C could frame Kumagawa with fake testimony, then Class D could do the same to counter it. The school had no way to determine the real truth, so the most convincing argument would win.

『Hmm...』 Kumagawa tilted his head, as if considering it seriously. 『Ayanokouji-kun, that's actually a really good plan. 』

Horikita crossed her arms. "Then we're in agreement—"

『But still, that puts me in a tight spot. After all, I absolutely hate the idea of taking someone's advice, as much as a person hates snakes. If I wanted to go with something even worse than snakes, then I hate it as much as a person hates Kumagawa Misogi. If I were to do as you say and fabricate evidence, then I would be too ashamed to live. Why would you say something like that? If you thought of a method like that, then you should have secretly come up with a way to casually advise me so that I could think of it on my own. 』

"What are you even talking about?" Horikita furrowed her brows.

『For example, something like this. "Kumagawa-kun, don't you have that thing? You know, the thing that lets you handle situations like this? If you think about it, isn't there something you can do to turn this all around?"』

He waved his hand vaguely in the air as if trying to paint a picture with his words.

『Or you could've just censored it. "Kumagawa-kun, if you use that XXXXX method, can't you make this entire XXXXXXXX disappear?"』

Horikita exhaled sharply, clearly out of patience. "What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"

『Ah, see? That's the problem, Horikita-san. You lack subtlety. You need to make it seem like I came up with the idea myself, otherwise, it won't sit right with me. If I just go along with what you say, then it feels like I lost.』

"So, in the end, you just don't want to listen to other people."

『Exactly! You get me, Ayanokōji-kun! 』

Horikita sighed in frustration. "This is pointless."

Kushida giggled, though it was unclear if she was amused or just pretending to be.

"Then we'll just have to find another way."

Hirata, still unwilling to give up, nodded. "I'll try to gather more information. There has to be a way to prove your innocence."

With that, the three of them left, leaving only Kumagawa and Ayanokōji in the room.

"You really don't want to fabricate anything?"

『It's not that I don't want to. It's just that if I'm going to cheat, I'd rather do it in a way that doesn't feel cheap.』

Ayanokōji didn't press further. Instead, he simply made a mental note.

Kumagawa wasn't the type to play by the rules. But he also wasn't the type to play by someone else's rules either.

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The next day, the day continued like usual.

Only for Kumagawa, though.

The rest of the class was restless, the tension growing as the hearing drew closer. At this point, they had completely given up on him. If anything, they ostracized him even further, as if his mere existence was now a burden.

Hirata tried his hardest to convince the others with Kushida's help, but to no avail. No one wanted to get involved anymore. They had resigned themselves to the outcome.

Horikita, on the other hand, was still working separately with Ayanokouji. Though she wasn't the type to rally people, she hadn't given up yet.

So when lunch break arrived, Horikita wasted no time dragging Ayanokouji away to continue their investigation.

Kumagawa, left alone, simply shrugged.

『Well, I guess I'll eat. 』

With that, he left for the cafeteria, walking at his usual leisurely pace.

On his way to the cafeteria, people cast glances at him.

Some subtle, some not.

It wasn't surprising. The incident had already spread throughout the entire school.

Kumagawa Misogi—suspected of assaulting a girl.

It was a serious accusation. Even if nothing had been proven yet, most people didn't care about that. His reputation was already bad to begin with. He was a nuisance, a troublemaker, someone who never took things seriously. A habitual liar. If someone had to be accused of something, he was an easy choice.

And when it came to accusations like this, the burden of proof didn't really matter.

A male student accused of sexual assault? Most people instinctively assumed the worst. Even those who didn't believe it completely would still feel uneasy around him. After all, what if it were true? No one wanted to be associated with someone like that.

So now, students from all years whispered behind his back, some openly staring at him like he was something disgusting.

Kumagawa didn't mind.

Or rather, he looked completely unaffected.

He entered the cafeteria, casually walking over to the food counter.

『One special meat set, please. 』

[1,879,908 Points]

He took his tray and walked to an empty seat.

Then suddenly, two boys approached him.

One sat directly in front of him, arms crossed with a smug grin. The other took the seat beside him, leaning in slightly, as if trying to intimidate him.

Kumagawa blinked.

『Oh? A surprise lunch date? I should've dressed up.』

The boy in front clicked his tongue. "You're pretty relaxed for a guy about to get kicked out of school."

The one beside him snorted. "What's the point of even trying to fight it? Just drop out already. No one wants you here."

Ah. It was this type of thing. Kumagawa was interested—this was one of those scenes that always popped up in manga, usually performed by unremarkable background characters who barely had a name.

Kumagawa calmly picked up his chopsticks, breaking them apart.

『That's pretty mean. What if I start crying?』

The boy beside him grabbed his tray, shoving it slightly.

"You think you can just joke your way out of this?"

Kumagawa glanced at his tray, then back at the boy.

『You didn't spill my food. That's good. If you're gonna start something, at least do it properly. Half-assing things is worse, you know?』

The boy's expression twitched in irritation.

The boy smirked, leaning forward with confidence. "We saw everything, you know."

Kumagawa raised an eyebrow.

『Oh? Everything? That's impressive. You guys must have some amazing eye vision. Are you genetically part eagle? 』

The boy ignored his sarcasm. "That girl ran out of the building crying. Anyone with half a brain can tell what happened."

"And you know what? We're from Class A. We're not like the trash in the lower classes who'll let scum like you get away with things."

Ah. So that's what this was.

Kumagawa took a slow bite of his food, chewing thoughtfully.

『Class A, huh? Must be nice. The view from the top is always great until you fall.』

"You're still talking like you have a chance? We've got more than enough to bury you."

『Mmm. But you see, I can be petty. Really, really petty. If someone pushes me, I push back. Even if I have to tear off my own limbs and use them as weapons, I'll make sure to beat my enemies to death with my own severed arms. If they try to bury me, I'll dig my way out and use the dirt to suffocate them instead. It's only fair, right? A little give and take.』

Their smug expressions faltered slightly, but they didn't back down.

"Tch. Whatever."

Kumagawa tilted his head, smiling.

『By the way, if you're from Class A, then you must know Sakayanagi, right? 』

At her name, both of them clicked their tongues in irritation.

"Tch. That girl..."

"She thinks she's so great just because she was a little smart. Katsuragi-san is the real leader of Class A. He actually cares about the class."

The boys continued to sneer at him, but Kumagawa didn't mind. He just smiled and ate his food at his own pace, completely unfazed by their hostility.

"You should just drop out now," one of them said, leaning in as if he were offering genuine advice. "It'd save you the embarrassment later."

"Enjoy your last few days," the second one added, standing as well. "Class D's already given up on you, so don't expect anyone to save you."

Kumagawa said nothing, just watching them go.

Once their backs were turned, his smile faded ever so slightly.

They were nothing special. Just two arrogant boys who thought being in Class A made them superior. But that wasn't what stuck with him.

It was the way they spoke about Sakayanagi.

They didn't like her.

Katsuragi was the one they respected.

Kumagawa quietly processed that information, storing it away for later.

Then, without a care, he picked up his chopsticks and resumed eating.

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Kumagawa had no illusions about where he stood.

He was already disliked before, but now? He was probably the most hated person in the school. He didn't really know, but the probability was pretty high in his own opinion.

Class D, already struggling with the reality of zero class points, had no patience left. This incident only made things worse. It wasn't just about Kumagawa anymore—it was about their future. And since he was the reason they were in this mess, the resentment toward him had only grown.

He left the school building without a care, heading straight for the convenience store. There was one thing on his mind—Shounen Jump. He grabbed the latest issue, paid for it without hesitation, and walked back out, flipping through the pages absentmindedly.

His plan for the night was simple.

Go back to his room. Turn up the air conditioner. Read Jump until he got bored.

His AC had been running nonstop for the past seven days. Unlimited utilities were a luxury he fully intended to exploit. Why waste the opportunity? If the school was generous enough to let him live like this, he'd take full advantage of it.

On his way back, however, something caught his eye.

Near the park, Ayanokouji was talking to Ichinose.

Now, that was interesting.

Ichinose was smiling as usual, her expression bright and full of energy. She was saying something to Ayanokouji, who was listening with his usual unreadable face. It was a strange sight—Ichinose was someone who naturally attracted people, while Ayanokouji was the type who avoided attention.

Kumagawa walked up to them, waving his Jump in the air.

『Yo, Ayanokouji-kun, Ichinose-chan. Fancy meeting you two here. What's the occasion? A secret date? A plot to overthrow the government? A casual discussion about my inevitable expulsion? 』

Ichinose blinked in surprise before laughing.

"Ahaha, Kumagawa-kun, you always say the strangest things."

Ayanokouji glanced at Kumagawa, then at Ichinose. He wasn't the type to answer pointless questions, but Ichinose didn't seem to mind.

"It's nothing too serious. We were just talking about the situation with Class D," Said Ayanokouji.

"You've really been caught up in something bad, huh?" Added Ichinose.

『Yeah, yeah, I know. Everyone hates me. I should probably cry myself to sleep about it, right? What about you, Ichinose-chan? Do you hate me too? 』

Ichinose shook her head with a soft smile.

"I don't hate people that easily, you know?"

『Oh? That's surprising. You should work on that. Holding grudges is a great way to add excitement to your life.』

Ichinose just laughed again, but there was something careful in the way she looked at him. It wasn't fear or distrust—just a quiet observation, like she was trying to understand him.

Ayanokouji, on the other hand, seemed indifferent as usual.

Kumagawa turned to him.

『So, Ayanokouji-kun, what do you think? Do I stand a chance at survival? 』

Ayanokouji didn't answer immediately. Then, after a moment, he said, "It depends on how you handle things from here."

『Oh? That's a very neutral answer. I like it. 』

"Honestly, I think this is probably Ryuuen's doing."

Ichinose crossed her arms, looking a little more serious now.

『Ryuuen? Who's that? Some big-shot villain I haven't met yet? 』

"You really don't know? Ryuuen Kakeru. He's the leader of Class C."

『I make it my priority to remember and forget important people according to my mood swings. 』

"He's... a difficult person to deal with," Ichinose continued, ignoring Kumagawa nonsnse. "Unlike most class leaders who try to work with their class, Ryuuen rules his with fear. He doesn't care about teamwork—he only cares about power. He treats his classmates like pawns and controls them completely. If something shady is happening, chances are he's behind it."

『Hmmm... I see, I see. Well, that's reassuring. So, what's next? Are we gonna storm Ryuuen's lair? Maybe do some undercover work? Oh, oh, I know, let's get into a dramatic confrontation in the rain.』

Ichinose frowned slightly but didn't say anything. Instead, she glanced at Ayanokouji.

Ayanokouji, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke. "Ichinose has been helping me with the investigation."

『Oh? How nice of her. But why? It's not like Class B benefits from saving me. 』

"Because I don't like seeing people get framed. And besides, if Ryuuen really is behind this, it's better to stop him before he does something worse."

Ichinose smiled, though there was a hint of something unreadable in her eyes.

『So, it's more about keeping the balance than saving me, huh? 』

Ichinose didn't confirm or deny it, only keeping her usual cheerful expression.

『Well, well. Looks like I have more allies than I thought. Maybe I should start feeling touched.』

Ayanokouji watched the exchange with his usual unreadable gaze before finally saying,

"Four days left."

『Yep. And I still haven't lifted a finger to save myself.』

『So? Are you two doing some kind of investigation right now?』

Ichinose shook her head. "Not exactly. There's something else I wanted to ask."

『Oh? Something else?』

"Yeah...How do you reject a love confession?"

The topic of love confessions was unexpected.

『Huh? Love confession?』

Ichinose nodded. "Yeah. I need some advice on how to turn someone down."

『And here I thought we were talking about my case. Turns out love is the real crime here. 』

"Well, since you're here, I figured I might as well ask you too."

『And you? You investigating love confessions now?』

"I'm just listening." Ayanokouji shook his head.

"It's just... rejecting someone is hard, you know? I don't want to hurt anyone, but I also don't want to give them false hope."

"If you don't want to hurt them, then make it seem like it was their choice to back off."

"What do you mean?" Ichinose raised an eyebrow and looked toward Ayanokouji.

"Give them a reason to decide on their own that it won't work out," Ayanokouji explained. "Like making it clear that your feelings won't change, no matter what they do. If they realize there's no point in trying, they'll let go without feeling as hurt."

Ichinose seemed to think it over. "That... might actually be the best way."

From a logical standpoint, it was the cleanest way to reject someone without outright hurting them. Rather than forcing a painful confrontation, it allowed the other person to reach their own conclusion and walk away with their pride intact. Instead of facing direct rejection, they would gradually accept the reality on their own. It was a method that minimized unnecessary conflict—a practical and efficient approach.

Ichinose nodded to herself before turning to Kumagawa.

"What do you think?"

Kumagawa had been listening closely, his usual playful grin nowhere in sight. Just as he was about to answer, a small, meek voice interrupted them.

"I-Ichinose-san...?"

Ichinose blinked. "Chihiro-chan...?"

The three of them turned toward the source of the voice. Standing there was a girl with short blonde hair, her eyes glistening as if she was on the verge of tears.

Kumagawa immediately understood.

『Ah... I see.』

So this was the person Ichinose needed to reject.

Chihiro's hands trembled slightly as she clutched the hem of her uniform. Her expression was a mixture of determination and fear, as if she had spent a long time building up the courage to speak but was now regretting it.

But she didn't say anything more.

Her lips quivered, as if she wanted to say something—wanted to fight back against the silent truth hanging in the air. But in the end, she just lowered her gaze.

"I-I understand."

Then, without another word, she turned around and ran.

"Chihiro-chan—!" Ichinose called out, taking a step forward, but the girl was already gone.

Ichinose bit her lip, watching Chihiro disappear into the distance. Her shoulders slumped.

"What should I do now...?"

Kumagawa, who had been watching the whole thing unfold, tilted his head slightly.

『What did you intend to do with her? 』

Ichinose blinked. "Huh?"

He rephrased.

『I mean... what were you planning to do? Did you want to reject her? Did you want to accept her? Or did you just want to keep things vague and hope she'd figure it out herself?』

Ichinose hesitated. "I just... wanted to make her happy. I didn't want to hurt her feelings..."

Her voice trailed off as she looked down. Even she wasn't sure if that was the right answer.

『It seems you still don't understand what's love Ichinose-chan. 』

Ichinose looked up at him, slightly taken aback.

"Huh?"

Kumagawa smiled, tilting his head slightly.

『You don't just make someone happy. You make each other happy. But you're not doing that. You're just afraid. Afraid of hurting the other person, afraid of making the wrong choice, so instead, you're playing around.』

Ayanokouji, who had been silent up until now, glanced at Kumagawa.

"That's an interesting way to put it."

『Playing at fighting. Playing at youth. Playing at kindness. Playing at friendship. Playing at honesty. Playing at justice. Playing at righteousness. Playing at innocence. And playing at romance.』

Ichinose opened her mouth as if to argue, but no words came out. She couldn't deny it.

She had always tried to be kind to everyone. Always smiled, always helped, always tried to make things better. But was that really love? Or was she just avoiding the pain of rejection—both for herself and for others? She wanted to make Chihiro happy, but in the end, had she just given her false hope?

Kumagawa smile as usual, but there is something unsettling behind his smile.

『Then I'll give you my perfect guideline. 』

Ichinose swallowed hard.

『No matter the reason, making a girl wait is the worst thing to do. 』

『Because if you let them wait too long, they'll start making up answers on their own. Maybe they'll tell themselves there's still hope. Maybe they'll think they weren't good enough and blame themselves. Or maybe, just maybe, they'll decide that if they can't have you, no one can.』

His tone was light, almost playful, but the meaning behind his words made Ichinose shudder.

『If you're going to reject someone, do it quickly. Rip it off like a bandaid. 』 He chuckled. 『Unless, of course, you want to see how far someone can fall. That's fun too. 』

Ichinose took a step back.

She knew Kumagawa was unique—everyone did. But this was... something else. She forced a smile, trying to push away the creeping unease.

"...Thanks, Kumagawa-kun."

Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and ran after Chihiro.

Now, once again, only two people remained.

Ayanokouji and Kumagawa.

Ayanokouji watched Ichinose leave before shifting his gaze back to Kumagawa.

"You really have a way with words," he said.

Kumagawa tilted his head slightly.

『I mean, love is a pretty deep subject, don't you think? People like to dress it up with sweet words, but at its core, it's just a battlefield of emotions. You either win together or one side loses completely. 』

Ayanokouji considered his words for a moment before asking,

"And what about you? Have you ever been in love?"

"Of course I have. But knowing me, it doesn't end in a happy ending though."

"Is that so..."

Ayanokouji could feel something different from the usual Kumagawa, but he didn't know what it was. Maybe it was because his own knowledge of love was rather limited, but even without the right words to describe it, he could tell—something was off.

『But, Ayanokouji-kun, if you're so interested, what about you? Have you ever been in love?』

Ayanokouji glanced toward the direction Ichinose ran off to.

"...I wouldn't know."

『Figures. Well, if you ever need advice, I'd be happy to help.』

"I'll keep that in mind."

With that, Ayanokouji turned and walked away.

Kumagawa watched him go, then stretched his arms above his head.

『Well, that was fun. 』

And with that, he continued on his way back to his dorm.

『END』

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