Chapter 210: Scary Things are Scary (1/2)

After lunch, Amane and Mahiru toured around the school again. There were often voices and stares as they went on, and it seemed to have tired Mahiru out.

Part of the reason for the attention was that they held hands to avoid getting lost, but it seemed Mahiru did not want to let go. Her fingers were wrapped gently yet firmly on his, indicating that she did not want to let go.

Whenever a passing classmate in his first year gossiped from time to time, Amane would look at Mahiru, who would smile elegantly and lean her body over. She probably did not intend to distance herself, and was clearly indicating her intent.

…Well, doesn’t matter. The whole school knows that we’re dating.

It was likely the entire school knew that Mahiru was dating Amane. She had declared Amane to be the most important person to her during the sports festival, and after a weekend, they announced that they were officially dating.

Mahiru’s fame was far beyond their school year, so the seniors and juniors knew, and news spread fast. The boys were really distraught, and Amane was questioned by unfamiliar seniors without Mahiru knowing.

But when Mahiru heard of such news from other classmates, she finished them off with a smile.

They went through such incidents, and at this point, no boy would naively think that they had a chance. Even without declaring outright, it was obvious when they walked alongside each other.

It seemed Mahiru had some plan however, and did not leave his side. She continued to cling onto Amane even though the student left.

“…Something wrong?”

“…You are very stylish now, Amane-kun.”

“How so?”

“The hair, and your disposition.”

“…The hair’s because of the cafe though.”

“So I say.”

“I don’t really get you…”

If he could be popular just from a change of hairstyle, that would have happened when he started dating Mahiru, and there was no reason for her to cling onto him. Personally, he was glad to have her cling onto him, but he hoped she would ease off a little during their intimate contact.

He however let her be, for she was willing to do so. It was to be expected that he found it slightly unbearable.

Mahiru’s being more enthusiastic than before, Amane avoided reality and the surrounding gazes as he slowly strolled through the school.

He checked on the itinerary every class had from the distributed pamplhet, but Mahiru walked before him, as though leading him to a haunted house.

…I remember Mahiru’s bad with horror though.

There were times when Amane watched a horror flick, and Mahiru would hold his hand, looking all pale, yet acting tough. The words she said were incongruent with her expression, and it seemed she could not take such stuff.

However, the haunted houses created by students were within budget, and clearly would not be as intricate as those created on TV. Perhaps she was fine with that.

“You really want to go to the haunted house?”

“Eh?”

Mahiru immediately stopped, and timidly lifted her head at Amane, clearly showing that she had not thought about it. It seemed she was just wandering around, and was not thinking too much.

The rigid expression she showed was akin to a creaky machine, her eyes wavered around, and clearly she had no intention to visit a haunted house.

“…I-I do not intend to.”

“I thought you want to go. Guess there’s no way since you’re scared of this.”

“…I am not scared.”

“Look into my eyes and tell me that. Why are you looking away?”