Miss Kaguya Wants My Surrender

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"…What is it?"

Waking up groggily, Amamiya Natsuki felt his arm aching and swollen, firmly pressed down by something he couldn't break free from, and he couldn't help but open his eyes.

The dim room came into view.

It was not yet dawn.

Only a faint glimmer of morning light barely allowed vision. The room was silent, with only soft breathing sounds coming from his embrace.

After his eyes adjusted to the dim light for two seconds, Amamiya Natsuki looked down into his embrace. A small head appeared before him, lying on its side, head resting on his left arm, sleeping soundly like a cat.

The girl's hair was soft and smooth, a faint fragrance wafting to his nostrils, and the color of her hair was…

No.

Couldn't tell.

The light was too dim; it was hard to distinguish between pink and blonde for a moment.

"There's another way to determine identity."

Amamiya Natsuki suddenly remembered helping her scrub her back yesterday… no, the day before yesterday.

He had seen it clearly then: a tiny mole below the left collarbone of the Blonde Hot Girl.

That's right.

Kitagawa, who seemed not very smart, was actually a girl with a great mole!

As long as he quietly pulled open the sleeping girl's nightwear and glanced to see if she had a great mole, he would immediately know the identity of the girl in his arms… Just kidding.

By the time he did that, he would have already seen her face clearly!

No matter who it was, Amamiya Natsuki decided to take action. The first thing was to pull out his arm.

What did it feel like to wake up and find a beautiful girl lying in your arms?

Uncomfortable.

It was just very uncomfortable.

His arm was sore and swollen; he couldn't be happy at all.

Amamiya Natsuki began to carefully pull out his arm. The girl in his arms was surprisingly a deep sleeper and didn't wake up at all.

It wasn't until Amamiya Natsuki was about to successfully escape that the unknown girl in his arms mumbled, subconsciously resting her head on Amamiya Natsuki's arm again.

"…"

Amamiya Natsuki was expressionless. He silently extended his still movable right hand and gently pinched the girl's cheek. He had to admit, the cheek was incredibly bouncy and felt super good.

"Ugh…"

Under attack, the unknown girl who had launched the night raid finally woke up, groggily lifting her head from Amamiya Natsuki's embrace.

Because she had been sleeping with her head buried, a red mark was pressed onto the girl's face, her snow-white, delicate skin slightly flushed. Her bangs were a little messy, revealing a clean forehead, and her azure eyes were filled with the hazy mist of just waking up, making her look quite dazed.

If not the Pink Idiot, then who could it be?

"Natsuki-kun, don't pinch my face…"

Fujiwara Chika mumbled, then re-buried her face in Amamiya Natsuki's embrace.

Hey, hey, are you actually planning to keep sleeping?

You're too bold!

A few seconds later.

Fujiwara Chika finally woke up, quickly lifted her head, and looked at Amamiya Natsuki in surprise.

"Eh?!?"

"You're pressing on my arm."

Amamiya Natsuki decisively struck first.

"Ah, sorry…" Fujiwara Chika apologized subconsciously, then puffed out her cheeks like a bun. "Natsuki-kun, you actually…"

Amamiya Natsuki's expression was serious, and he struck first again:

"Fujiwara, why did you raid me at night?"

"That's what I should be saying!"

Fujiwara Chika suddenly sat up. "How could it be me raiding you at night…?"

Mid-sentence, this Pink Idiot saw the empty tatami mat next to her and the blanket kicked to the side, and she was instantly speechless.

She… remembered…

Because of the rain, the temperature last night was much lower. She seemed to have kicked off her blanket while sleeping and woke up in the middle of the night feeling cold. At that time, she felt warmth beside her and unconsciously kept getting closer to the source of warmth.

So, she really was the one who raided him at night, and Natsuki-kun was the victim?

Upon realizing the truth, Fujiwara Chika's face rapidly flushed at a visible speed.

Even a chaotic, unpredictable, and incomprehensible girl, upon waking up to find herself having raided a boy at night and slept a whole night in his arms, couldn't remain expressionless.

"Ugh…"

A soft hum sounded in the pre-dawn darkness.

"Ma-Marin-chan!"

Hearing the sound, Fujiwara Chika was startled. Looking at the blurry figure turning over, seemingly wanting to sit up, she instantly panicked.

Oh no.

Marin-chan is waking up. If she finds out, she'll definitely misunderstand, right?

Fujiwara Chika panicked and made a choice.

No.

Marin-chan must not find out.

It's too late to go back now. The only way is to…

Amamiya Natsuki was moving his numb and sore left hand. The next second, a wisp of fragrance assailed him, and the Pink Idiot, who had just sat up, burrowed back into his embrace.

"Shh~"

Fujiwara Chika extended her right hand, covered Amamiya Natsuki's lips, and kept blinking, signaling.

"Marin-chan is awake, don't talk, don't move."

Amamiya Natsuki didn't pay attention; his mind had already been attracted by something else.

So soft.

At some point, his left palm was filled with something soft, perfectly fitting his hand.

"Eh eh eh?"

Fujiwara Chika suddenly widened her eyes.

Too much, too much, too much! What are you grabbing?!

No… it seems that when I lay down just now, it happened to land in Natsuki-kun's palm?

So, it was all his fault?

He brought it upon himself.

He asked for it.

He walked right into it.

But it was an accident after all, so Natsuki-kun can't be blamed… I, Fujiwara Chika, am fair and clear in my judgments!

At the same time, Amamiya Natsuki subconsciously gave a gentle squeeze, and an indescribable softness and elasticity immediately returned.

It was already May, entering summer, and the daytime temperature was close to thirty degrees, so their pajamas were naturally very thin.

Amamiya Natsuki could clearly feel the temperature and shape of the pink-haired idiot's conscience, and couldn't help but squeeze again.

"H-He actually… This isn't an accident anymore, is it?!"

Fujiwara Chika's puffy face quickly inflated, like a puffed-up pufferfish, and she glared over, huffing.

"Natsuki-kun!!"

"Sorry, my hand had a mind of its own."

Fujiwara Chika grabbed Amamiya Natsuki's wrist, her eyes signaling, "If you move again, I'll get angry!"

"So you're not angry right now?"

"Of course I am! The kind of anger that can't be appeased!"

"…"

Both of them held their breath, not daring to move.

In the dimness, only rustling sounds could be heard not far away, followed by Kitagawa Marin picking up her phone and quietly walking towards the bathroom.

"Whew…"

Fujiwara Chika secretly let out a sigh of relief, then her small head suddenly butted forward.

Thud.

A headbutt hit Amamiya Natsuki's chest, then she rolled away, scampering back to her own spot, grabbing the quilt that had been kicked aside, and covering herself from head to toe.

Amamiya Natsuki was wide awake now, silently extending his left hand and making two empty grasping motions in the air.

Calculating it, there should be a side story here.

"Stare—"

A shy gaze looked over.

Amamiya Natsuki turned his head, the pink-haired girl had unknowingly revealed a pair of eyes, peeking over like a little hamster.

Their eyes met.

"…Ecchi!"

"That's right," Amamiya Natsuki responded calmly, "I am."

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