My daily life in love is too contrary to my character.

People who care about their image are very restrained, but those who don't care about their image—like Shiraishi Sawa Hide—laugh wildly.

"Don't do this, Takeuchi, I'm scared, I'm 'most, most, most, most scared'."

"You would never understand. Spring is coming, and all I want is a sweet romance. What did I do wrong?"

"Okay, I'm sorry." After smiling for a moment, Shiraishi Zexiu paused slightly.

[The number of chocolates that other girls cherish: 1]

So far this Valentine's Day, the only chocolates Shiraishi Sawa Hide has received are these next to the bag.

...Are there really people who, as Takeuchi said, hide their favorite chocolate in this way?

Sigh, I'll have to find it when I get back. I'll respond to the cookie issue next month. Forget it, I won't respond.

However, the number '1' in his [number of chocolates made by the four of them] was particularly eye-catching—but this '1' was given to him by Takanashi Yuko in the early morning. Shiraishi Sawa looked at Takanashi Yuko and Kuramochi Sakura who were exchanging chocolates in front of the table and coughed twice in an affected manner.

The direction of the cough was mainly towards Kuramochi Sakura.

"Here, for you." Noticing the voice and understanding the meaning, Kuramochi Sakura took out a bag of chocolates from the drawer and handed it to Shiraishi Sawa. Shiraishi Sawa hesitated for only 0.1 seconds before not taking it, and the chocolates were placed back in their place.

The exquisite packaging, with the chocolate's soft curves reflecting a rich, aromatic light beneath a transparent film, along with the meticulously selected ingredient list and the 'GODIVA' logo at the top.

It doesn't look like it was made by hand at all.

Number of chocolates made by the four people: 1

Shiraishizawa Hide's eyes widened as he picked up the chocolate and waved it at Kuramochi Sakura, blinking rapidly.

'Where are the scraps you promised?'

"You made chocolates for them yourself, but I didn't even get any scraps. You want scraps? Dream on." Kuramochi Sakura seemed a little indignant. After saying that, she turned her head away from Shiraishi Sawa.

Not surprised that she knew he made chocolates himself, but at this moment, eye contact was no longer effective. Noticing the mouse looking over here with a whiff of gossip, Shiraishi Sawa leaned forward and whispered.

"Kuramochi-san, you have some, and it's not scraps, it was specially made by me. You didn't just leave some for me, did you? Do you think there's any possibility that you could go home now and make one for me?"

Please, who could resist five chocolates that promise happiness? They must be so delicious!

"You did it?" Kuramochi Sakura turned her head and looked at him suspiciously.

"Of course, there are too many people now, so we'll give you time during the club activities this afternoon."

"Hmph, then I'll give it to you then too."

"It's fine as long as it's there, it's fine as long as it's there." Shiraishi Zexiu breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand dismissively.

--

"I am Shiraishi, what brings you here?" Shiraishi Zexiu pushed open the door to the high-heeled shoe research department and made a version of the classic pose, but unfortunately no one appreciated his 'clown' act.

He withdrew his movement naturally and without any embarrassment, but with Soga Kirei absent, Shiraishi Sawa asked in confusion:

"Where is the president?"

“The student council also has activities for Valentine’s Day, so she might go see her lover,” Chiyo replied casually as she looked up.

"Then you should definitely come to our department."

As was his routine, Shiraishi Sawah dumped the last leaves and petals of last week's flowers onto the trash can, where they were replaced by vibrant new blooms.

The familiar fragrance wafted out once again.

However, after completing this task, Shiraishi Sawa Hide did not rush to sit in his seat, but instead paced around the beechwood table that could seat seven or eight people.

When passing by Chiyo, she would lean down and stare intently at the table or look down under the table.

If the girl hadn't been wearing a skirt today, such behavior could easily have led people to mistake Shiraishi Sawa for a lewd and handsome pervert.

To some extent, it wasn't a misidentification, since Shiraishi Sawa was indeed looking at the legs. Although he couldn't see any exposed skin, those slender and smooth legs were enough to be pleasing to the eye and make one's blood boil just by looking at them.

They are absolutely no less than Rin Tohsaka; the unit of "year" still falls short of capturing their charm.

"I know what you're looking for, but you really don't need to do this." When Shiraishi Sawa walked around for the third time and bowed his head again next to Chiyo, the girl finally slammed the book on the table and turned to look at him speechlessly.

"Where's the chocolate? Where's the chocolate? Where are my darlings?" Reluctantly pulling his gaze away from his legs, Shiraishi Sawa rubbed his palms together and said excitedly.

"It's gone, I forgot to bring it."

"I'm dead, my heart is dead."

"Go away, go sit down somewhere else. Stop walking around and making noise." With a long sigh, Chiyo got up and walked to the snack storage area, picked up a small box, and handed it to Shiraishi Sawa.

......

The packaging is exquisite, the ingredient list is meticulous, but the brand name on it has been changed to 'meiji'.

But Chiyo should know that she definitely made it herself, right?! And the two of them made it together on Saturday, so there's no reason for her to turn herself into a store-bought chocolate.

It has a screw-top design. Shiraishi Sawa opened it and looked at the chocolates inside, but a smile appeared on his face. Almost every chocolate was different, and although they looked good, there were obvious signs of artificial trimming.

Most importantly, the number of chocolates made by the four people was 2.

Shiraishi Sawa took one and put it in his mouth, smacking his lips in satisfaction.

"You're still trying to fool me. It's so delicious, only you, Baby Fox, could make it like this."

"I'll give you a chance to tell the truth," Chiyo said with a smile.

"Okay, such a rare and exquisite delicacy, it's absolutely delicious. That's the truth. Even if you subject me to the ten most cruel tortures, I will still tell you this truth."

After saying just a few words, Shiraishi Sawa, who felt the weather suddenly turn cold, skillfully continued speaking.

This damn Tokyo weather.

Is that the truth?

"Of course, absolutely and 100% certain." As if to prove his words, Shiraishi Sawa took out another piece and put it in his mouth, his face showing an expression of ecstasy.

"Stop acting," Chiyo said, amused by the expression. "I've tried it myself, and I'd say it's just average. Not bad is already my limit."

Her smiling fox-like eyes and captivating voice made one feel as if they were looking at a lotus flower, its leaves untouched by water, with water droplets swirling around them – a truly beautiful sight.

“I swear to the sun that I didn’t do it,” Shiraishi Zexiu walked to the window and pulled back the curtains, but a cloud happened to block the sunlight.

Seeing Chiyo's ambiguous smile, Shiraishi Sawah gave the middle finger to someone outside the window.

"I no longer swear to the sun, for the sun cannot bear my vow. I swear to every breath I take and every breath I will take in the future: this bowl of chocolate is really delicious, and I will eat it all by myself without wasting a single one."

Standing by the window, the clouds and trees outside became his silhouette. His expression was serious, and his voice was as mellow as a fine wine, lingering for a thousand times.

He was a handsome young man with a scholarly air.

"Alright, alright, what about mine?" Chiyo raised an eyebrow, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and opened her white palm in front of her.

"It's gone, I forgot to bring it."

"I'm dead, my heart is dead."

Shiraishi Sawa walked towards the snack corner, and Ichiyo watched him with great interest.

"Keep replicating it." Seeing that he wasn't doing anything, Chiyo urged him on.

There's a UFO outside the window.

"I'm not interested, hurry up and produce my chocolate."

“Okay, I can’t conjure it up,” Shiraishi Sawah shrugged helplessly, “because the chocolate is right at your feet.”

When Chiyo lowered her head, sure enough, there was a bar of chocolates tied with a ribbon, sitting quietly, having been placed there at some point.

"If your pockets weren't so small, it would be in your pocket right now."

"Have you ever been a thief?" Chiyo bent down to pick up her blouse, which accentuated her figure. The item it was protecting fell rapidly due to gravity. She then stood up, her body undulating with inertia. Her feminine curves explained Shiraishizawa Hide's throbbing throat.

"Fox, your question really ruined the mood."

"What kind of atmosphere do you want? Do you want me to be so moved that I cry and then come up to kiss you?"

"Wow, that sounds wonderful! Can we start now?"

"You might as well consider destroying the sun that just embarrassed you."

"I was worried that the appearance would be damaged, and it wouldn't look good if the corners were dented, so I filled the remaining space with white chocolate the next day. Don't worry, it tastes absolutely delicious."

Seeing the other person looking at him with some confusion, Shiraishi Sawa explained its shape, as if they were of one mind.

"I'm confident about the taste."

“Fox-san,” said Shiraishi Sawa, who was standing in the corner of the snack corner, looking at the pile of snacks.

"what happened?"

"You've also prepared these chocolates here, are they...?"

Chiyo turned her head to look out the window where the sunlight was no longer blocked, and said in a soft voice:

"Takanashi must have prepared chocolates for me too, so I should definitely give her a gift in return."

But here it's 'some'.

Chapter 304 What is Happiness? [The book is now one million words long!]

[I've written a million words, but I haven't become a god yet, damn it!]

"Takayuki has prepared everything for everyone. I'm also going to the next room anyway, so I can bring it over for you."

Shiraishi Sawahide picked up another bag and put it in his hand.

"Then take another one, and give her the winter melon portion too. Oh, and remember to tell her that I made it myself, so she'll be incredibly grateful to me."

No need to pick and choose, which proves that everything here was made by hand.

"Do you and Kuramochi-san have a tradition of sending gifts every year?"

"Yes, but I used to just buy them as a token gesture."

"Then I won't go over there." Shiraishi Zexiu sat back down in his seat.

"how?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, Kuramochi-san will ask me to bring the chocolate back later. The student council president will probably ask me to bring it over again. Let's wait for the student council president to come and then go to the classroom across the street to deliver it in person."

Opposite is an empty activity room that neither side actually goes to.

In short: you don't want to run errands.