124 A Minimum of Three Years, a Maximum of the Death Penalty~ (1/2)
Seiji was racking his brains on how to deal with Shika Kagura acting so spoiled.
Even though this was merely a corner of the school garden, for a high school boy to be seen hugging a middle school girl was still…
Hey hey, there was something wrong about the important part!
He should have been thinking of how to refuse her; why was he thinking about dealing with the aftermath!?
His self-commentary helped him to regain his senses.
That was dangerous. He was almost seduced by her cuteness.
Seiji firmed his resolve and was about to strictly reject the amnesiac girl’s request to hug, but at this moment she already had her arms opened to him, with a face filled with expectation as her eyes sparkled in an innocent and cute manner.
‘…Hugging her wouldn’t be that big of a deal, would it?’
”Seiji,” Chiaki started, ”although I don’t want to say this, but…”
Seiji looked at the tomboy and saw that she was smiling like a convenience store clerk.
”A minimum of three years, a maximum of the death penalty~”
Seiji’s face twitched.
‘Hey, don’t say something so terrifying in such a fake tone of voice! It sounds like you’re in the service industry!’
”I… I won’t be like that!”
”Eh, you knew what I was talking about?”
‘Shouldn’t you have been commenting about what I meant first?’ was what Chiaki’s grin seemed to say.
Seiji broke out into a cold sweat.
”I… of course I know! I’ve seen this on the internet!”
”Which website did you see it on?”
”I don’t remember! At any rate, I’ve seen it. Does it really matter where!?”
Seiji forcefully injected spirit into his answer, but he averted his gaze from Chiaki.
”Brother~” Shika was still waiting expectantly for him.
Mika… her aura seemed a little terrifying!
As Seiji looked around everywhere in search of a solution, he finally reached out his large hand… and patted Shika Kagura’s head.
”I just hugged you earlier. Hold on for a little longer.”
Pat~ Pat~~
”Mmm… Mew…”
Shika didn’t get the hug she wanted, but the head pats were effective as well. She was content like a kitten.
Chiaki’s smile seemed to lose some darkness.
Mika’s aura also softened somewhat.
Peace returned to this scene for the time being.
The bell signaling the beginning of class finally rang.
”You two should go back to class. I need to accompany her today, so I won’t be going,” Seiji informed the duo.
Chiaki nodded.
”During lunch break… will you come by?” Mika asked.
”I’ll have lunch together with her at the president’s home… could it be that you’ve prepared a lunchbox for me?”
Mika nodded.
Seiji felt a twinge of guilt.
To be honest, he wanted to eat lunch together with Mika and Chiaki. But Shika was sticking so closely to him, and she was the ‘Reaper’s Curse…’
Just a short meeting should be fine, but if they ate lunch together, he didn’t know whether calamities would befall Chiaki and Mika.
Seiji didn’t want them to undergo mysterious catastrophes.
For the first time, he felt what Shika Kagura must have felt in the past when she rejected other people.
He was forced to reject other peoples’ kindness and good intentions and remain distant from them.
”Thank you… during lunch break, I’ll come over and take it.”
”But I thought you needed to accompany her…”
Seiji grinned. ”The president’s residence is quite close to school, so it won’t take much time.”
Mika blinked in surprise as she also smiled and nodded.
And so, the four of them separated.
Mika and Chiaki walked back to the school building. After walking a few steps, they couldn’t help looking back at Seiji and Shika.
What they saw was the tall boy holding on to the petite girl’s hand as they walked off into the distance.
…
Seiji stayed by Shika’s side for the entire morning.
They watched TV together, surfed the internet, played hide-and-seek, read manga, played Monopoly, and played some other card games…
The maid Mai Houjou brought everything they watched, read, and played to them, including laptops, manga, cards, and so on.
Yes, the maid-senpai was also unable to attend classes.
According to her, serving her lady’s guests was much more important than attending class.
‘Senpai, you’re a third-year high schooler; is this really alright?’