Kaguya-sama Wants My Surrender!

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"Good evening, Amamiya-senpai."

At the entrance of the café, a blonde schoolgirl stood on tiptoe, her face brimming with anticipation. Her adorable profile caught the attention of passersby, who glanced at her from time to time.

When Amamiya appeared, the blonde girl's eyes brightened instantly. She lightly grasped the hem of her skirt, hurrying over in small, quick steps.

It was Hayasaka Ai.

"Good evening."

Amamiya greeted her as he approached.

"Phew…"

Hayasaka reached him, hands clasped behind her back as she took a steadying breath. The moonlight and café lights shimmered in her eyes, adding a sparkle as she spoke with a sweet, enchanting tone:

"Senpai, I'll be troubling you again tonight."

Miss, please forgive me.

I'll ensure that what happens tonight remains a secret from you.

As long as you remain unaware, nothing happened.

Amamiya gave a nod. "But running around like this every day really is a hassle."

Hayasaka: "…"

Her smile froze, faltering just slightly.

Stay calm.

Don't get mad.

How could I possibly take this lying down?

Here I am, a cute girl asking you out, and that's your response. You're fated to be alone!

Even lonelier than that tsundere young lady who's already retired!

Amamiya continued, seemingly unaware of her silent outrage.

"The weather's been heating up. It's a bother changing clothes every time I go out. And I'm always sweating... How about coming to my place tomorrow?"

"...What?"

Hayasaka blinked, momentarily caught off guard.

He's actually inviting me to his place? Does he realize he's asking a girl to come over late at night?

"Um…"

She hesitated, eyes flickering.

"Don't worry." Amamiya added casually, "I live alone, so you won't have to worry about running into my parents."

You're making it worse! A high school boy living alone is far less reassuring!

"Well then… I'll take you up on your offer, Senpai."

Hayasaka weighed her options quickly, agreeing with a sense of resolve.

I've promised to win this guy over, but nothing's worked so far. Getting him alone at his place could be the break I need.

"Then let me lead the way." Amamiya gestured for her to follow. "It's only a few minutes from here."

"Alright."

"…"

The two began walking into the night.

The moonlight cast a cool, silvery glow across the street, spilling like mercury over the ground and illuminating their way.

As they entered the residential area, the city's noise faded, replaced by the calls of cicadas and frogs, an oddly soothing melody in the quiet night.

A few minutes later, they arrived at Amamiya's doorstep. He took out his key and unlocked the door. "We're home."

"Pardon the intrusion."

Hayasaka stepped inside.

From the living room, a cheerful dog darted over, tail wagging as it eagerly sat in front of Hayasaka, tongue lolling out in excitement.

"Huh. This mutt really likes you?" Amamiya raised an eyebrow, visibly surprised.

"It's not me he's after; it's my big sausage."

Hayasaka thought to herself.

Every time I snuck in here before, I fed this Akita sausage.

Despite the care I took to change my clothes and disguise my hair, it seems the dog's already recognized me.

"The dog is adorable," Hayasaka murmured, squatting down halfway and reaching out to pat the dog's head. "Senpai, what's his name?"

"Hasaka," Amamiya replied casually.

"H-Hasaka?" 

Hayasaka's smile froze as she glanced up, a flicker of worry in her eyes. 

Has my cover been blown?

Impossible! My disguise was flawless—even the young lady didn't recognize me. There's no way Amamiya, whom I've only recently met, could see through it!

"I used to call him White, but he'd only respond once in a while," Amamiya explained, nudging the Akita with his foot. "Then I tried 'Hasaka' a few days back, and he seemed to take to it immediately."

Amamiya extended a hand. "Hasaka, give me your paw."

"Woof." 

The Akita wagged his tail, sticking out his tongue and obediently lifting a paw.

Hayasaka: "..."

The undercover maid felt a twinge of discomfort. 

It's just a name, after all. Besides, Hasaka isn't my real name…so I guess it doesn't matter?

"Hasaka, bow."

"Woof."

"Hasaka, do a 360-degree backflip."

"Woof."

Hayasaka gritted her teeth, finally unable to hold back.

Who on earth asks a dog to do a backflip?!

She coughed politely, shifting the topic. "Senpai, I actually wanted to ask a favor."

"Sorry, but if it's about flipping coins, I won't be able to help today," Amamiya interjected. "Luck takes time to accumulate, so I've already promised tomorrow's coin to Kaguya."

"Tsk~ It's 'inconvenient to explain,' is it?" She forced a neutral expression, hiding her disappointment.

"It's not about the coins." Hayasaka lifted her gaze, putting on an innocent smile. "My brother's birthday is coming up, and I'd like to get him a custom-built computer. I've saved up some money from my part-time job and tried browsing on Amazon, but the options were overwhelming, and I've heard it's easy to get ripped off with DIY builds… Do you think you could give me some advice on it?"

Her 'brother' was, of course, fictitious.

Using a birthday gift as an excuse felt like a perfect way to foster closeness and build rapport. Everyone knows guys love the chance to share their expertise; taking on the role of a 'teacher' is practically hardwired.

Computers are right in their domain of interest too—this was the perfect in.

Amamiya poured two glasses of iced water, handing one to her. "What kind of performance does your 'brother' want from a computer?"

"Um…" Hayasaka held the glass with both hands, tilting her head thoughtfully as she played up the computer novice act. "Does it need to be cute?"

Computers are about performance, not aesthetics!

"Alright, I understand." Amamiya nodded with a shrug, clearly not intending to educate her on the intricacies of specs. "What's your budget?"

There's no point in explaining; facts prove boys and girls think differently on this.

"Let me think…" She began counting with her fingers. "With my part-time savings and some allowance, maybe about 60,000 yen."

"That's plenty." Amamiya downed his ice water in one go. "I'll send you the links for each part tonight and a NicoNico tutorial on how to assemble them."

"Wait, that's it?" Hayasaka widened her eyes. "Don't I need more detail?"

"It's best to keep it simple and efficient," Amamiya replied, narrowing his eyes. "No need for questions—just buy the parts I suggest."

Hayasaka: "..."

So bare-bones! CPU, memory, motherboard, graphics card—there's so much to discuss, and I even practiced looking impressed!

"Understood," she replied, biting back her frustration before pivoting to a new approach. "What games do you usually play, Senpai?"

If 'teacher' mode wasn't working, maybe connecting through a shared hobby would.

Amamiya turned, glancing toward the table.

Hayasaka followed his gaze and spotted a game cover.

"Wet Young Lady Shame School"… The name alone was outrageous!

Tonight's results:

Hayasaka Ai.

Failed.