In this crossover anime, I've been bound to two systems.

"..."

Does "immediately" actually refer to such a long time? Touma Kazusa wondered.

She checked her phone for the sixth time to confirm the time; it was exactly five o'clock.

She had been sitting in this classroom—a place she attended every day with only a perfunctory attitude, a place she could hardly call liking—for a full hour.

Three times she grew impatient while waiting and stormed out the back door, but unsurprisingly, she ended up circling the corridor and returning to the place she had initially left.

Touma Kazusa's anger, fueled by dissatisfaction, was slowly building up inside her.

She turned to look to her right, where the books that had been messy and hadn't been tidied up yet were now neatly arranged. After waiting for thirty minutes, she didn't know what she was thinking, but she actually took the initiative to tidy up his notebooks and textbooks, carefully put them into his backpack, and zipped it up.

Looking back now, why did that bastard deserve what I did to him?

He arrogantly tossed out a sentence without considering whether he had agreed or not, and left without a word. The most important thing is that he said he would come right away, but he didn't come back for an hour!

Is there anyone in the world more detestable than him?

"boom!"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. In the end, Touma Kazusa stood up and kicked the seat on her right hard to vent her anger.

A loud bang came from the classroom.

The desk fell over, and the backpack hanging on the side also fell to the ground.

After that, Touma Kazusa picked up her schoolbag and strode out the back door without a second thought. The force with which the door slammed shut even shook the windows.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Suzumiya Senri felt that the original owner might have offended the history teacher somewhere. The reason he had this suspicion was that after he walked over, the teacher did not say any roundabout or polite words, but directly took out two sets of test papers, one on world history and one on Japanese history, and asked him to do them on the spot. His attitude was rather domineering and unreasonable.

He thought of Ms. Kikukawa from the health room, and then of his homeroom teacher, Ms. Yukino, and couldn't help but sigh that there are differences between teachers.

Despite his sighs, he still did as instructed. Students are inherently at a disadvantage in terms of class compared to teachers, a fact that is easy to prove, and he didn't want to cause any trouble.

Suzumiya Chisato's problem-solving speed and thought process weren't slow, but it still took her almost an hour to finish the two sets of tests, and another ten minutes or so passed while waiting for the tests to be graded.

When she saw the incredulous expression on the history teacher's face after grading the test papers, Suzumiya Chisato didn't feel particularly happy; she just found it quite amusing.

As he was about to leave, the teacher apologized to him softly. He simply bowed slightly, seemingly respectfully, and left the office without saying anything.

The noise coming from the playground gradually subsided as the students began to leave the school.

As for the part-time job, I originally planned to go home to change into casual clothes before going there, but it seems there's no time now. However, I still have time for dinner. Tonight, I'll go for beef rice bowl, using the money the crows offered as tribute.

When I get home in the evening, I'll buy some chicken breast, chop it up, and give it to them to improve their diet.

"Suzumiya-kun."

Just as I was thinking about these trivial matters, a voice came from behind me.

"Teacher Yukino."

"Here you go."

Yukino Yukari did not mention what had just happened in the office.

She simply took Suzumiya Maeri's hand and placed the chocolate in his palm.

"Eating something sweet will cheer you up, and also..."

She tiptoed and gently touched the head of the boy who was much taller than her.

"It would be better if Haruhi-kun smiled more often. Don't always have a serious face, or it will make you less handsome."

Suzumiya Chisato couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright, go back now. Be careful on the way. If you can maintain your ranking in the top ten of the grade next time, I'll treat you to a meal."

"I'll do my best."

After saying goodbye to her homeroom teacher, Suzumiya Chisato looked at the chocolate in her hand as she walked towards the classroom.

It has a rich milk flavor, which is a bit hard for him to eat, but the guy who likes sweets might really like it.

Suzumiya Chisato put it in her pocket, intending to give it to her tomorrow.

He pushed open the classroom door and walked straight in.

A sudden evening breeze gently ruffled his hair.

He stared blankly at the girl slumped over the desk.

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The previous chapter has been revised.

I went through the previous chapter again this morning and found some issues. I've made some revisions, and the reading experience should be better. If you've already read it, just refresh the page in the upper right corner. Sorry.

As expected, there will be three chapters today, but as usual, it will probably be very late.

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Chapter 103 The Distance Between Us

Suzumiya Chisato walked quietly into the classroom and finally stopped next to Touma Kazusa.

The view from above made it difficult to observe more details, so he chose to squat down, his face unconsciously moving closer.

He had seen Touma Kazusa asleep more than once.

After all, she sleeps in the classroom every day, so she can be seen with just a slight turn of her head.

However, it's unclear whether she did it intentionally or if it's just a natural habit when she sleeps on her stomach.

In short, she always sleeps with her face facing the wall, leaving only the back of her head visible to Suzumiya Chisato on her right, making it impossible to observe her expression while she sleeps.

But today is different.

I was able to see Touma Kazusa sleeping with her completely unprepared. I had seen her once before in the First Piano Room, but this was the first time I had seen her in the classroom.

That face, though bare-faced, was exquisitely beautiful, and when its owner was awake, it always appeared aloof and distant.

But now that she's asleep, her eyebrows and eyes are calm and gentle, adding to her delicate girlish appearance, and her tender lips also give people a sense of straightforward fragility.

The aloof armor was removed, revealing the delicate flower beneath, irresistibly drawing people closer to touch it.

Suzumiya Chisato simply watched her quietly, her emotions rising and falling with her. She felt that it would be enough to just do nothing and keep watching her like this.

But another emotion was also surging within him, seeking attention.

He didn't want to just stay where he was, but wanted to lean in and kiss her unguarded lips without saying a word, even if she bit him until he bled after she noticed.

Express your inner expectations to her, and make her understand that your help, which was meant to show concern for her, was not just out of simple goodwill, but rather to gain more of her attention afterward.

The evening breeze flowed into the classroom, blowing quietly and continuously.

The baseball team's swings and shouts, the ensemble's etudes, gradually faded and became faint, as if they were fading out of this world.

The dimension of time is stretched out, and the flow is unusually slow.

Touma Kazusa didn't want to open her eyes.

She was just bored while waiting, so she lay down on the table and closed her eyes to rest for a while, not that she fell asleep.

She heard the classroom door open right away, and then she sensed the person approaching. She could clearly smell his familiar and pleasant scent. Her ears, which had been trained to be extremely sensitive since childhood, could also clearly detect his deliberately slowed breathing.

She had already planned that as soon as that punctual jerk returned to the classroom, she would rush up to him and give him a good punch, teach him a lesson, make him understand the anger he felt after waiting for so long, and make him realize just how unforgivable it was that he had left her hanging by his own words.

But when the time actually came for her to take action, she remained unchanged, and no amount of thought could motivate her body to react in the slightest.

She didn't want to do that anymore, especially after she vaguely sensed him squatting down beside her.

I could feel him watching me from very close range.

They walked over so quietly, and then looked at me without saying a word.

What might happen next? Will it be similar to the plot in the comic?

As Touma Kazusa began to have these unfounded speculations, her heart started to race, but she remained perfectly composed and did not reveal the slightest flaw.

Touma Kazusa was asleep, and seemed to be sleeping very soundly, so no matter what you did to her at this moment, as long as the movement was small enough, she wouldn't notice.

Suzumiya Chisato slowly placed her hands on the edge of the table, and the distance between the two of them shortened once again.

Sometime during the journey, Touma Kazusa's lips began to part slightly, revealing a barely perceptible gap from which moist breath escaped, sweet and alluring, displaying its seductive charm.

Touma Kazuna's arm, which had been resting under her head for a long time, was starting to ache, but she didn't care at all. Compared to what was about to happen, it was nothing.

Even with her eyes closed and her vision blocked, she could still feel the other person cautiously and slowly approaching.

She repeatedly gave instructions to her brain that no matter what happened later, she should maintain the status quo and not show any reaction.

Finally, with her eyes closed, she could clearly feel the other person's skin touching hers.

The soft flesh of her cheek was being gently touched, and for the next ten seconds or so, that was all.

"...!"

Touma Kazusa's lips, which had been slightly parted, slowly closed, and her toes, encased in black stockings, curled tightly together under the table. An unnamed fire rose within her.

She slowly opened her eyes, then grasped the fingertips of the stunned Ryoumiya Chisato that were poking at her face, and slowly bent them towards the reverse joint.

"hiss--"

Do you think this is fun?

"I apologize! My finger is about to break, it's really about to break!"

"Humph!"

Touma Kazusa released his fingers and walked outside without saying a word.

Suzumiya Chisato picked up her and her schoolbag and quickened her pace to chase after them.

It would be incredibly foolish to let her leave like this.

"I'm sorry, Touma, I was kept in the office by the teacher to do a test, so I was a little late."

"You don't need to tell me what you do in the office."

"To be honest, I've made you wait for me until now."