Crossover Anime: The Heroine's Savior in the Other World

Intelligence 67

Agility 56

Interests: Iaijutsu (cutting sword), ballet, learning, making lemon juice

Assessment results: Honest but timid personality, mild androgynous disorder, caused by witnessing a friend being groped when she was in elementary school. She is quite afraid and unfamiliar with matters related to romance, which leads to her being disliked and ridiculed by other girls in her grade.

"Her fear of men."

Kitahara Sousuke muttered to himself, then suddenly he seemed to realize something. If this girl was Katsura Kotonoha, then the person he had just sent in with his own hands could be... Makoto?

He recalled the incident when he used his identification skill to identify the other party's phone. Unfortunately, he hadn't paid much attention to the other party's name at the time, but it was probably accurate enough.

"You, how do you know..."

Katsura Kotonoha's ears twitched, and she pitifully looked up at the other person. Because of the trauma from her childhood, she had always been hesitant to interact with unfamiliar men.

“Oh, I guessed.” Kitahara Sosuke replied casually, “My name is Kitahara Sosuke, I’m in the same grade as you, in Class A.”

"My name is Katsura Kotonoha, nice to meet you..."

The girl bowed slightly. She rarely talked so much to a man she had just met. Although she couldn't suppress her instinctive fear, she thought he must be a good person.

"Don't worry about it. If you feel uncomfortable, you can stay away from me. Don't worry, I..."

Before Kitahara Sousuke could finish speaking, he felt a jolt in the carriage, and he and the people around him were swept away by inertia and fell in one direction.

He felt himself suddenly bump into a soft body, so Kitahara Sousuke instinctively reached out to protect the other person's head. Then, the two of them were squeezed against the carriage wall by the crowd that suddenly boarded the train.

Kitahara Sosuke braced his arms against the carriage wall, facing the pitiful Katsura Kotonoha. The girl was squeezed against the cold carriage wall, her face flushed as she looked at him.

Kitahara Sousuke could even feel the other person's beautiful curves through their clothes, and a pair of huge snow rabbits being squeezed out of shape and pressed against his body.

"Excuse me……"

Kitahara Sosuke used his arms to create a small space for the girl, gradually reducing the intimacy between them.

"No, it's okay..."

Katsura Kotonoha answered, biting her lip. Surrounded by a crowded scene, she looked up at Kitahara Sosuke and could only see the boy's chin and the arms that were slowly exerting force on either side of her.

Such close proximity was almost the limit of her androphobia. Her heart began to pound violently. The scent of lavender laundry detergent from Kitahara Sosuke's school uniform filled her nostrils, and she could hear the breath of a boy speaking...

However, I didn't feel the panic and anxiety I had imagined, and my body didn't seem to be trembling particularly badly.

Strange, I don't seem to be afraid of this person at all?

Chapter 85 The Seed in My Heart

Katsura Kotonoha stared blankly at the other person, feeling a little surprised. She wasn't nervous or anxious, and her body wasn't trembling. It seemed that her fear of men hadn't flared up.

She tentatively extended a finger and gently tapped the other person's waist, then quickly withdrew it.

For a second or two, it seemed like nothing really happened.

A rare hint of joy appeared in the girl's eyes. This time, she tried to open her palms, put her five fingers together, and place them on Kitahara Sousuke's chest. Through his clothes, the girl could even feel the rise and fall of his heartbeat under his thick skin.

It's really okay now!

Katsura Kotonoha smiled happily. The girl raised her face and met Kitahara Sosuke's puzzled expression. When their eyes met, her cheeks flushed.

"Yes, sorry!"

Katsura Kotonoha quickly withdrew her small hand, covering her chest with both hands. Her heart was beating even faster than when she had an attack, but... it was different.

Katsura Kotonoha was certain that this time, neither her racing heart nor her flushed face had anything to do with her fear of men; it was something she had never known before.

"I was just...testing...and it seems my illness isn't showing any signs of flaring up..."

Katsura Kotonoha lowered her head, not daring to look the other person in the eye.

"It seems like I'm not manly at all. Gui has been in contact with me for so long and she hasn't had a seizure yet."

Kitahara Sousuke joked with a smile.

“No, no… Kitahara-kun is actually very gentle and handsome.” Katsura Kotonoha said softly, then looked at her arm resting against the wall near her ear. “If Kitahara-kun is tired, you can rest for a bit. I… I’m fine…”

Kitahara Sosuke smiled. With his enhanced physique, he shouldn't be unable to withstand this level of strain. However, since the girl had said so, only a fool would stubbornly persist.

With a slight bend of his forearm, the already small distance between them instantly disappeared, and Kitahara Sousuke once again felt the full weight pressing against his chest, even more so than the square butterfly.

"Woo..."

The sudden pressure caused Guiyan to let out a soft gasp. The girl felt the male aura emanating from Kitahara Sousuke all around her, and she felt completely overwhelmed by his strong body.

This was an experience that Katsura Kotonoha, who had suffered from androphobia since childhood, had never had before.

"Don't you usually take the tram to school? What if you have a flare-up?"

Kitahara Sousuke asked curiously.

"There aren't usually this many people, and you can usually find a seat. It's only near the school that it gets a bit crowded, but you can get through it by reading a book..."

Katsura Kotonoha patted her schoolbag, her face as red as an apple. She couldn't help but think to herself, "And normally no one gets this close to you."

"By the way, do you know the boy who took your picture earlier? He looked like he was wearing our school uniform too?"

Kitahara Sousuke watched as the girl's head kept lightly touching the glass due to the occasional vibrations of the carriage, so he simply used his free hand to cushion the back of her head.

"Yes, I've seen him often since the first day of school."

Katsura Kotonoha noticed Kitahara Sosuke's thoughtful gesture and blushed even more, but she still moved her body in cooperation so that his arm wouldn't get too sore from the posture.

"He's a student from Class D, I think his name is Makoto Ito..."

As expected of Makoto Shinkai.

"Haven't you discussed it with your family or teachers for so long?"

"My parents are both quite busy, and besides, what if they make a mistake... that would be really bad... what the teacher said..."

Katsura Kotonoha pursed her lips, her face somewhat ashen. Sawano-sensei was a very kind person, but she found it difficult to muster the courage to speak to a male teacher alone, face to face...

“Hmm.” Kitahara Sosuke nodded, roughly understanding what the girl meant, and continued to remind her, “Next time you encounter something like this, even if you can’t shout it out, you should overcome your fear and ask someone for help, okay? You can write or do other things, after all, your safety is the most important thing.”

"I see……"

Katsura Kotonoha nodded obediently, a thought suddenly popping into her mind: if Kitahara-san also took this train to school, could she...?

So the girl looked up, mustered her courage, and asked hopefully, "Does Kitahara-san often take this train?"

"Um, I'm sorry, actually my home is in another direction from the school, it was just a coincidence today."

Kitahara Sousuke said awkwardly.

"Oh……"

The girl visibly became disappointed.

"However, if you encounter any difficulties at school, feel free to come to me. Whether it's fighting or anything else, I'm pretty good at it."

Kitahara Sosuke rolled up his sleeves, showing off the biceps of the arm he was using to protect the girl's head, and jokingly gestured with them.

"Really, really?"

Katsura Kotonoha's eyes lit up. Looking at Kitahara Sosuke's healthy and strong arms, she suddenly reached out and touched the muscles he was showing.

It feels different from the touch of my own body. Are all men's arms this strong?

Kitahara Sousuke: "???"

Something's wrong. What's wrong with this girl? When did the Katsura Kotonoha I know become this kind of sullen, groping girl? Right now, just now too…

"Cough cough..."

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

Katsura Kotonoha snapped out of her daze and hurriedly apologized to Kitahara Sousuke. She didn't know what had happened; she had actually gotten so engrossed in touching the boy's muscles. What was she doing? Kitahara-kun must think she was an indecent girl.

"fine."

Kitahara Sosuke, with a strange expression, lowered his sleeve. "Could Katsura Kotonoha have the potential to become a female pervert?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..." Katsura Kotonoha, seeing the strange look in Kitahara Sosuke's eyes, was almost in tears, stammering as she explained, "Apart from my father, I've never had any physical contact with the opposite sex. I was just a little curious, it wasn't that kind of thing..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Kitahara Sosuke patted the other's head reassuringly. "It's normal to feel different. Male hormones promote muscle growth, so men's skin usually feels harder, rougher, and thicker than women's."

He also gave Katsura Kotonoha a crash course in biology.

"But the difference is really huge."

Katsura Kotonoha pinched the flesh on her forearm, finding it much softer. She glanced at Kitahara Sosuke's arm, then felt too embarrassed to pinch it again.

"Kitahara-kun..."

I really want to know more about boys, and about Kitahara-kun.

"what?"

"Can we be friends?"

Katsura Kotonoha shyly extended her hand, her palm holding the girl's phone, the screen showing her LINE friends list.

"My first friend of the opposite sex."

"Oh, sure."

Chapter 86 I'm so sorry for being face-blind.

The tram doors finally opened, and Kitahara Sousuke, along with Katsura Kotonoha, followed the surging crowd off the platform. The moment they looked up and saw the sky, the frustration they had felt in the tram vanished.

"If you keep pulling like that, your classmates might see you."

Kitahara Sosuke smiled and raised his left hand, in which lay the girl's delicate, white hand. From the moment they exited the station, to avoid being separated by the crowd, the two had somehow ended up holding hands.

You don't notice it when it's crowded, but it feels particularly ambiguous when walking on both sides of a wide street.

For any other normal girl, holding hands with a boy she had just met would be impossible, but Kotoha just naturally grabbed his hand in the crowd.