Chapter 50: Ruckus on Valentine’s (1/2)

As expected, the school was in a ruckus on Valentine’s Day, and everyone was in a restless mood.

Many boys were eagerly looking forward to something while pretending not to have any interest.

Many boys felt that being able to receive chocolates on this day would determine their manliness level, and thus their attitudes.

“Everyone’s getting restless.”

Amane, never one to pay heed to this, felt it was really troublesome, and turned towards Itsuki who had no interest due a different reason.

Itsuki himself was leisurely watching the commotion in class “Yep” and answered back at Amane.

“So Itsuki-san, who’s being carefree because he has a girlfriend, please state your understanding of this year’s Valentine.”

“I guess all the boys are feeling really desperate; whether they can get chocolate today, that will determine their futures. Also, there’s about 60% of them being restless, hoping to receive chocolates from Shiina-san.”

“Looks like she’s not giving any obligatory chocolates to the guys, or else it’ll be a mess.”

“I guess…anyway Amane-kun, are you expecting to receive any from her?”

“Who knows? I can’t tell at all.”

Mahiru would give to the girls, but not to the boys, so he was not expecting to receive chocolates. Even if he did not, he was fine with that.

Of course, if he received it, he would be grateful, but it really did not matter.

To be honest, Amane felt Valentine’s Day was merely a promotion from a sweets company, and not some very important event.

“How boring.” Itsuki gave a wry smile once he noticed that Amane clearly had no interest, and turned away to look at where the biggest commotion in class was.

“…But well, that’s really amazing.”

The ‘that’ Itsuki was referring t was the person popular with almost all the girls in class.

The prince was gathered in the middle, showing an innocent, adorable smile, girls flocking to him and giving him wrapped chocolates.

Class had not started, but the bag he had prepared was already full of gifts, his popularity clear to see.

“Well, that’s really amazing.”

“Same goes for the guys gritting their teeth around him.”

Some boys probably never received chocolates, and they merely stared into the distance, or looking at Kadowaki with envy.

The difference in popularity was right before them, before they could even be rated, and they could only watch and lament.

But Amane was concerned that it might be tough for Kadowaki to bring that many chocolates back, and he wondered how the latter would handle them.

“The popular guy sure has it tough. It’ll take lots of effort to bring them back and eat them.”

“I guess, but it’s amazing how he’s still not fat. Feels like he’s been like that since middle school. The body shape hasn’t changed at all.”

“Guess that’s to be expected of the track team. But I can’t say I won’t get fat eating chocolate.”

“Chii made your chocolate. Be prepared.”

“What do you mean, prepared?”

“Russian roulette.”

“No wait, what did she add inside?”

He sensed from the conversation days ago that she was not going to make ordinary sweets, so it seemed she added something unnecessary.

“Let’s see, a chocolate with habanero, wasabi, Japanese pepper, one with umeboshi extract energy jelly, and the rest are all normal.”

“What the hell did she make!?”

“Looks like she wants to surprise you, Amane.”

He might be shocked in a certain way, near outright agony it seemed.

“…I’m scared to eat.”

“Just give up. I experienced this when I taste tested.”

“Did you eat it for fun or something?”

“Well sorta. I’ll eat anything Chii makes.”

“Damn you bakauple.”

Itsuki would eat anything Chitose would make for him.

In fact, Chitose’s cooking was not bad in any sense; the problem was that she was overly adventurous. She could make it as normal as possible if she put her mind to it, but she had the tendency of adding some bothersome steps.

The usual sacrifice was Itsuki, but he never expected himself to be the sacrifice this time around.

Looking at Itsuki’s reaction, the chocolate should be somewhat edible, not something to be overly terrified of, but he would still worry about worrying things after all.