Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 45, 12. Doujinshi

The setting sun and the raindrops fell below the horizon together, but because of the clouds, only the latter was visible.

“——Wow!!!”

At the "Starry Sky" coffee shop, which was about to close in the evening, Miss Mami's alarmed shouts were heard.

"Wait! Masumi-kun, you don't even understand the situation, so why are you saying I'm making a fuss?"

Asami stared at Masumi with dissatisfaction.

"Based on my intuition and what I know about you."

"Oh? We've only been living under the same roof for a month, and you're already confident you understand me?"

She narrowed her eyes, and after a long while, she uttered a short, clear word from her lips: "Superficial."

"You're taking it for granted, Masumi-kun. 'Women's hearts and the nature of otakus' are synonymous with fickleness."

"Then aren't you the most fickle person in the world?"

"That doesn't sound like a compliment."

"So...what were you yelling about?"

Masumi followed Asami's lead and focused his attention on the paper bag on the table.

"Is this a guest's lost property?"

"Well, it should be."

"Why do you say it should be?"

"Because I accidentally saw the contents just now, and I thought it might be a gift someone secretly sent to me."

Gift?

Masumi subconsciously touched the paper bag out of curiosity.

pat-

Asami suddenly grabbed his wrist, stopping Masumi in mid-air. Her grip was quite strong, and his arm was a little painful.

"No, Masumi-kun."

In a tone as eerie and hazy as dusk, she threatened, "The things in here are made of materials that will kill men if they see them."

"...Why use such horrible materials?"

"In short, you can't watch it."

Mami cautiously held the paper bag in her arms. The kraft paper was pushed and squeezed tightly in her arms, and the curved outline was like the popular melon buns in front of the station, round and plump.

"Besides, this is the guest's privacy, right?"

"Indeed." Masumi nodded, his burning curiosity extinguished by self-consciousness, leaving only a dying cigarette butt.

The paper bag was temporarily kept by Mami on the table in the lounge.

After closing, the two of them are responsible for today's cleaning work.

"Look at me, look at me! Masumi-kun."

Asami Seno turned around with a broom in one hand with neat movements, cosplaying as a rock guitarist.

"How about it?"

She asked triumphantly, "The typhoon is pretty good, isn't it?"

"I don't know much about this."

Masumi shook his head honestly: "I was the lead singer first, and then the guitarist. I just stood in front of the microphone and strummed the strings."

"Our band's bassist is quite good at this, but not many people notice it."

"That's lame." Asami sighed.

“That’s what bass is.”

"I am talking about you."

After sweeping the dust off the floor, Mami changed to a mop, stepped on the rag, lowered her body center of gravity, and while making the floor sparkle, she leisurely spun in circles.

At this moment, the sound of wind chimes rang out, and along with the sound of rain, it slipped into the room. It was the voice of the girl that I was used to hearing.

"Good evening, everyone! I haven't been here for a long time. Did you miss me?"

Asahina Chiai closed her umbrella outside the store and tapped the ground twice with the tip of the umbrella. The rain flowed along the thin plastic sheet and poured down with a "splash".

She placed the transparent umbrella neatly in the umbrella area, then looked at Mami and Masumi who were cleaning and asked, "Is it inappropriate for me to just walk in like this?"

Mami first said lightly, "It's okay", then shook her head and said, "Wait a minute", and then threw the mop to Masumi.

Masumi, holding two mops in his hands, looked at Asami in confusion as she rushed up the stairs. Her slender figure disappeared around the corner, and soon she came down carrying a pair of slippers.

"Then come in wearing this." "Okay, thank you, Mami-san."

Qian Ai held the wall with her hands and took off her shoe on one foot in a shaky and nervous posture. Her slender feet wrapped in short white socks immediately stepped lightly on the surface of the slipper, and then began to take off the other shoe.

The weight of the whole body is now concentrated on the foot that is stepping on the slippers. In order to increase the load-bearing area, the five pearl-like round toes are spread apart, and the tip of the white sock is stretched to look like a webbed foot.

After struggling to change her shoes at the door, Qian Ai put on her slippers and walked into the store. The shoes were a bit too big and they felt a bit slippery when she walked.

"Are these Mami-san's slippers?"

"Ah."

"a bit big."

"Because I'm taller."

Asami shrugged, pulling out a chair and sitting down across from Chiai.

"Masumi-san, why don't you sit down and chat with us?"

"No, you guys chat, I'll mop the floor first."

After saying that, Masumi placed the extra mop against the chair, and then began to mop the floor silently like a hardworking old bull.

"So hardworking! Masumi-san, keep it up!"

Qian Ai chuckled and shouted "Come on" to him, then turned her head and looked at the only unfamiliar face in the store with curiosity.

"This girl is..."

She was wearing a black sportswear with eight Chinese characters "I am the only one who is supreme in heaven and on earth" embroidered on the back. She was sitting on a chair with an expressionless face looking at her mobile phone. She was a very beautiful stranger to him, a girl he had never seen before.

Her ears, hidden by her flaxen hair, were very white, well-shaped, and slightly pointed, making her look like an elf.

"...Hanekawa Kaiyue."

Haiyue whispered her own name.

"Let me introduce it. This is what happened, Qianai..." Mami took Qianai's hand and told her the whole story.

Masumi turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside. He silently mopped the floor, picked up the cleaning tools, walked into the lounge, and put them back where they belonged.

I sat on the chair and took a rest. The table in front of me was quite clean.

Then his eyes fixed on the only such object on the table.

It's a lost and found paper bag left by a guest.

Masumi felt a little relieved.

The curiosity that was originally only a cigarette butt was rekindled with a "crackling" sound, as if someone had struck a spark out of thin air.

It's so bad to snoop into guests' privacy.

but……

He couldn't help but think of Asami's overreaction.

If you just take a quick look at the packaging, it should be... okay, right?

Masumi lifted the curtain slightly with a guilty conscience and observed the three people sitting around the table from afar. They seemed to be chatting happily.

Qian Ai and Hai Yue sat on the same side, pointing at the phone screens, their lips moving from time to time. The two people chatting harmoniously did not look like they were meeting for the first time in his opinion. They seemed to have a good relationship with each other.

Good, no one noticed here.

After today, I will keep this secret in my heart forever, until the day I die.

With such a heavy sense of conviction, Masumi opened the paper bag with trembling fingertips.

There appears to be a magazine inside.

Carefully reveal the cover.

Judging from the layout, it turns out to be a fanzine.

"Regarding the fact that it took me 100 days to realize this was a boys' school."

The cover is a picture that is enough to make most men of normal sexual orientation nervous.

Masumi sweated on his forehead. No wonder Seno said it was made of "material that would kill men if they saw it."

——The sound of wind chimes suddenly rang out.

Being extremely nervous, any slight movement would make Masumi extremely alert. He immediately put away the doujinshi, lifted the curtain and walked out of the lounge.

"——Excuse me."

A head of black hair with burgundy highlights peeked in from the slightly open door.

　I want to see the second season of "Loser Heroine"!!! After "My Little Sister" and "Oregairu," this is my third favorite school love comedy. I really like this kind of club theme, and I really like the long black and straight hair type. For example, Mikazuki and Yukino. So, does "Loser Heroine" not have long black and straight hair?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)