Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Nagano Sae gazed in the direction where the sun was setting, her tone as cold as ever.

"I need to talk to you about something, about tomorrow's cultural festival."

"What do you need me to do?"

"There will be an evaluation of each class's activities tomorrow, and I need you to be in charge."

"Then what are you doing, Chairman?"

"I... of course I participate in student council services."

"Oh?"

Nagano Sae did not answer. She quickly passed by Ito Yujin and stuffed the grade sheet from inside her school uniform into his hand.

He left only the words, "Don't let your opinions cloud your judgment," before disappearing into the stairwell.

The rooftop farce ended quickly, so Anna Takikawa was in low spirits, and her disappointment was clearly visible on her face.

"Is that all?"

"Then what else do you want?"

Asada Sakura stood up and straightened her wrinkled skirt.

"At least one party should bow, then present the love letter with both hands or extend one hand, anxiously awaiting the other's response, right?"

“You’ve been watching too many romantic comedies,” Asada Sakura said, pulling up Takikawa Anna who was squatting down. “Let’s go. If we get back later than Ito, we won’t have time to eat.”

"But are you sure Ito would still be in the mood to cook after his confession was rejected? So heartlessly throwing the love letter at Ito Yuuhito must mean he was rejected."

Asada Sakura paused in her steps as she recalled the scene from just moments ago.

Although they were some distance apart, their expressions were not visible.

Being rejected must feel terrible.

Can you cook?

"how is this possible?"

"Do you have money?"

"My card has been frozen, and I'm penniless now."

"You'd better not mention this to Ito, or you'll be kicked out."

"Huh?" Takikawa Anna's expression clearly showed disbelief. "Is it that serious? You didn't have any money either, and you're fine now, or is it..."

Anna Takikawa's voice trailed off as she suddenly leaned closer, pinching the soft flesh of Sakura Asada's waist. "You made a dirty deal with him?"

Sakura Asada pried Takigawa Anna's hands off and said irritably, "Don't use your dirty mind to speculate about me. Go back by yourself. I have some things to do."

"Okay, see you at the apartment."

Before she finished speaking, she had already walked towards the stairwell, the sound of her heels clicking on the ground carrying a hint of lazy enjoyment, "I'm all alone~"

As Anna Takikawa went downstairs, she brushed past Chinatsu Morikami.

......

When Yuujin Ito returned to the classroom, he was on duty for the day.

Because tomorrow is the cultural festival, the classroom doesn't need much cleaning; it has already been transformed into an activity area.

A haunted house?!

The classroom looked eerie from the doorway, and the darkness added to the sense of dread.

He joined the cultural festival executive committee, but without actively seeking information, he had no idea what his class's project was.

The rating sheet in my hand clearly marked the person who proposed the project.

"Teacher Toji?"

"what?"

A response came from inside the haunted house; after a "bang," a petite figure emerged.

Her face turned visibly pale as soon as her hand touched the skull hand prop on the door frame.

Then came another scream of "Ah!" Rie Totsugi quickly retreated, stepping onto the curtain. She lost her footing and fell, causing the tables and chairs to overturn as well.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

"Teacher? Are you alright?"

Yuji Ito reached out to Rie Saito and helped her up.

Ignoring her own injuries, Rie Totsugi looked at the mess on the floor, tears welling in her eyes. "W-what are we going to do? It's opening tomorrow..."

"Don't worry." Yuji Ito rolled up his sleeves and righted the fallen chair. "The overall structure is fine; only the decorations collapsed."

"Ito-kun."

"Mr. Toji, you go to the infirmary first, I'll take care of things here."

"How can I leave the student alone?" Rie Totsugi straightened her short frame and patted her chest. "I'm fine, I can help you."

Just then, fake blood dripped from the door frame and landed right on her glasses, causing her to fall down in fear.

Even so, she spoke in a trembling voice, "I...I'm fine."

Seeing her like this, Ito Yujin didn't press the matter. He picked up the tape and reattached the curtain. "Teacher, could you hand me the thing on your left?"

Rie Totsugi, who was still sitting on the ground, picked up the object upon hearing this and handed it to Yuujin Ito. At the same time, the light from the stairwell shone on it.

"Eye! Eyeball!"

With the last table placed on the table, the venue was finally rearranged. Ito Yujin wiped the sweat from his brow.

If Mr. Toji doesn't cause further damage, the problem should be resolved quickly.

"Th-thank you, Ito-san. Please have a soft drink, please."

Rie Totsugi took out banknotes from her wallet, eager to spend the money.

"No need, I have to go back quickly."

"Be careful on the road, and remember to let your teacher know you've arrived safely."

The banknotes were stuffed back into the wallet, the sound of the zipper echoing clearly in the quiet atmosphere of the corridor.

As I walked out of the school gate, it was already completely dark. Fortunately, I didn't have a part-time job today.

Yujin Ito walked along the light spots cast by the streetlights on the ground and turned on his phone.

Anna Takikawa: Don't keep the little girl waiting too long.

"Takikawa Anna: When are you coming back! I'm starving!"

The previous post was sent after school, and the next post was sent an hour ago.

Can't that guy order takeout?

Asada Sakura will probably buy a bento box to eat, so I don't need to worry about her at all.

He put his phone away and walked towards the apartment.

It was within Yuujin Ito's expectations that he would not meet the "Branch Bird" in person. If it were that easy to meet, he would not have been so oblivious to things like the photos.

However, what was the purpose of [Branch Bird] inviting Nagano Sae to meet him? What benefit would he gain from doing so?

I don't understand at all.

Just as Yujin Ito was pondering something, a figure was quietly crouching under the streetlight ahead.

From a distance, she appears as a long-haired girl with a petite figure. She has her knees bent, her arms crossed over her head, and three fingers on each side are playfully extended.

She seemed so engrossed in her own world that she didn't notice Yuuhito Ito approaching.

In the light, her shadow was cast on the ground, its shape resembling a cute little cat waiting for its owner to come home.

Yuji Ito coughed softly, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

The girl suddenly looked up, and the moment her eyes met his, she looked like a startled fawn.

"I-Ito-san...you're back."

Sakura Asada stood up somewhat flusteredly, her skirt rising and falling gently with her movement.

Chapter 47 Starting from Scratch, Please Take Good Care of Me (Please Read On)

The streetlights cast long shadows of the two people, but the startled "kitten" shadow had already fled.

Asada Sakura was left all alone to face Ito Yuujin.

Yuujin Ito looked at the slender figure in front of him, feeling the cold evening breeze.

It seems she's not exactly a worry-free person either.

Yuji Ito took off his school uniform jacket and draped it over Sakura Asada's shoulders.

Have you had dinner yet?

"Not yet."

Asada Sakura gripped the edge of her clothes, her head bowed low, only daring to speak in a soft voice.

"Shall we go eat at Yoshinoya?"

"Really?"

"Takikawa Anna still owes us some money, so we can splurge a little."

"Ah...uh, okay."

In just a few words, Asada Sakura's gaze shifted from anticipation to uncertainty and guilt.

She stared at the reflective surface of her shoes, already able to foresee the scene that would unfold when Yuujin Ito learned that Anna Takikawa was penniless.

"Are you getting used to life now?" Yuji Ito asked.

"It's...it's alright."

"That's good. I thought I was pushing you too hard," Ito Yujin said. "Actually, if you have any thoughts, you can bring them up yourself."