Tokyo Soft Rice King.

Kuroba Akira looked at the knuckles of his index and middle fingers, which were covered in blood from his nose; the feeling of hitting someone still lingered in his hands.

That's why I hate fighting... The person who gets hit feels pain, and the person who hits also feels bad.

Anyone who likes to beat people up must have his conscience burned with anger.

Kuroba Akira shook his hand and asked.

"Shall we continue?"

"No... no need."

Although his punch missed, he had poured all his resentment and regret into it, which he then threw out with his swung fist.

After throwing that punch, he felt all the strength drain from his body, and at the same time, a sense of relief welled up in his heart.

Perhaps he didn't want to hit Kuroba Akira to vent his anger, but just wanted to take a punch to make himself feel better.

"Kuroba Akira...you must make her happy!"

"Uh……"

Kuroba Akira rolled his eyes and thought to himself.

Why are you saying this? Are you her father?

"Her happiness is her own business; I have no right to give it to her, nor should I."

"Too……"

Happiness should always be something you have to strive for yourself...

But I no longer have the chance.

Ryota Sumitomo experienced personal growth on this day.

At the same time, he also realized this clearly and painfully.

The fact that I had fallen out of love a long time ago.

……

As lunch break was about to end, Akira Kuroba and Ryota Sumitomo returned to the classroom one after the other. Motoko Kobayakawa waited for their return with a serious expression. It seemed that the class president had already gone to explain the situation to the teacher.

Of the two who returned, one had injuries on his face, while the other was uninjured, clearly indicating that they had been in a fight.

The classmates were all surprised. It turned out that the one who got beaten up was Sumitomo Ryota. Was Kuroba Akira really that good at fighting?

Ryota Sumitomo's friends and family looked at Akira Kuroba with unfriendly expressions. Two boys frowned and glared at Akira, as if to say, "You just wait and see!" Another girl with a ponytail looked at Ryota Sumitomo with a pained expression, and then also looked at Akira Kuroba with a venomous gaze.

That's why I said I didn't want to get into a conflict with this guy. Now I'm really going to be seen as the villain. I hope Sumitomo Ryota will behave himself and persuade his friends not to come looking for trouble like the Calabash Brothers trying to save their grandfather.

On the other side, Anri Hitomi breathed a sigh of relief, which also comforted Kuroba Akira to some extent. It seemed that at least the class president still cared about him.

Afterwards, the two were summoned to Motoko Kobayakawa's office and questioned about what had happened.

During this time, Akira Kuroba didn't say anything, and Ryota Sumitomo took all the blame, saying that he had caused trouble for Akira Kuroba in a moment of impulsiveness, and then, looking at his nose, he said this.

"We didn't fight. My nose was bleeding because I accidentally fell."

"Is that so, Kuroba-kun?"

"If he says so, then it is."

"..."

Although Motoko Kobayakawa was a bit clueless, she wasn't stupid. She could naturally tell that Sumitomo Ryota's injury was inflicted by Kuroba Akira, but she just didn't quite understand why Sumitomo Ryota seemed to have let go of the matter and stopped causing trouble for Kuroba Akira.

"Alright, then I'll take this as the case this time. I don't really want you to be suspended from school, so I hope you can get along well from now on. Let's shake hands and make up."

"Tsk..."

Ryota Sumitomo made no attempt to hide his displeasure.

He still disliked Kuroba Akira, mostly out of jealousy.

Although he had already decided to give up on Hitomi Anri, he didn't want to see Akira Kuroba dating Hitomi Anri.

Damn it! It would be best if you got dumped too! Then we'd be in the same boat! I might even treat you to ramen then...

Kuroba Akira didn't seem to care; in fact, he really wanted to shake hands.

Because it's possible to see if he possesses talent.

So Kuroba Akira took the initiative to extend his hand, which greatly moved Kobayakawa Motoko. Sure enough, Kuroba Akira was not a delinquent student; he must have been forced to fight back!

Ryota Sumitomo reluctantly took her hand.

Kuroba Akira also took the opportunity to see the words on his right hand.

"Boxing A"

Goodness...it seems he hasn't discovered his talent yet.

If he'd practiced that, wouldn't he have beaten my face to a pulp?

I hope you won't hold a grudge, Ryota Sumitomo. Let's be good friends!

I promise I won't slap you in the face again!

Chapter 48 Ah, this gigolo is so delicious!

Although Akira Kuroba and Ryota Sumitomo reached a reconciliation through Motoko Kobayakawa's mediation, the repercussions of the incident still spread among the students.

In just one afternoon, Kuroba Akira was back to being isolated, only his title changed from 'the unapproachable silent one' to 'the ruthless one you can't mess with'.

This is not surprising. It was the same when he was a student. There was a classmate who was moody and liked to fight. Other students would try to avoid that classmate. Who knows if they would be the next one to get beaten up?

Only Fujiyoshi Michio was still willing to talk to Kuroba Akira, perhaps because he didn't belong to the popular social circle or other small groups.

Kuroba Akira didn't care at all about what the students thought of him. As long as the blond-haired brothers didn't cause him any more trouble, he hoped that Sumitomo Ryota could persuade his friends not to launch a 'revenge' operation... Otherwise, he would be happy to give each of them a 'personality correction punch'.

Moreover, this incident actually brought some other benefits to Kuroba Akira: the teachers stopped bothering him during the afternoon classes.

After witnessing Kuroba Akira beating Sumitomo Ryota in the office, the teachers realized that Kuroba Akira was still not someone to mess with, so they stopped provoking him.

Thus, we returned to the initial situation where Motoko Kobayakawa was the only one who 'loved' Akira Kuroba.

Of course, there's also Hitomi Anri, who has always stood by Akira Kuroba's side.

Having missed his lunchbox, Kuroba Akira's stomach was growling with hunger. He barely managed to endure until school ended, when Anri Hitomi arrived in front of him once again, right on time.

"Kuroba-kun, it's time for club activities."

"oh oh……"

Kuroba Akira responded listlessly, still regretting not having eaten the class president's lunchbox, while the class president should have already gone to the literature and art club to share the lunchbox with the other members.

Now that the class monitor is looking for Kuroba Akira again, no one will bother him anymore. Kuroba Akira secretly glanced at Sumitomo Ryota's direction and found that he was also looking in their direction.

The two stared at each other awkwardly. Kuroba Akira was still wondering if he would lash out again, but to his surprise, he just gave Kuroba Akira the middle finger, then got up and called his other friends to discuss where to have fun after school. They left the classroom chatting and laughing.

This guy... he's really given up so easily?

Young man, your loyalty as a simp isn't very good...

However, whether a simp ends up with nothing or everything depends entirely on the owner's mood, so giving up so decisively might be a chance to 'start anew'.

In short, it's good that it ended like this. One less troublesome thing, and starting tomorrow I can openly eat the lunchboxes brought by the class monitor.

Thinking this, Kuroba Akira stood up and said goodbye to Fujiyoshi Michio, who was still packing up his textbooks behind him.

"See you tomorrow, Fujiyoshi-kun. Thank you for still wanting to talk to me."

"Ah... um! See you tomorrow!"

For some reason, Kuroba Akira sensed a hint of admiration in Fujiyoshi Michio's eyes... Was he the type to respect the strong?

You have the potential to be a younger brother, but unfortunately I haven't been a big brother for many years. My dream isn't to dominate the country, but to live off a woman.

"Let's go, squad leader."

"Well, goodbye, Fujiyoshi-kun."

Anri Hitomi nodded, then smiled and said goodbye to Fujiyoshi Michio.

"Yes, yes! Have a safe journey!"

Well... it seems he's just respectful to everyone.

After leaving the classroom with Anri Hitomi, she pointed in the opposite direction of the stairs and said.

"Kuroba-kun, let's go to the home economics classroom first. We can borrow the microwave there. I've already spoken to the home economics teacher."

"what?"

Seeing that Kuroba Akira hadn't reacted yet, Anri Hitomi asked with a mischievous smile.

"Aren't you going to eat your bento?"

Are there any bento boxes left?

"There was nothing left. In fact, I didn't share it with anyone else in the arts and literature department at all."

Then, Anri Hitomi secretly observed her surroundings and noticed that most of the students were walking towards the stairs with their backs to her. She then leaned close to Kuroba Akira's ear and whispered something.

"Because this bento was made just for you, I hid it in the home economics classroom."

"Oh!"

That's great! There's still food to eat!

I don't have to go home and eat my grandma's hellish curry rice today, yay!

"Then let's go!"

Kuroba Akira quickened his pace with great enthusiasm, and Anri Hitomi followed closely behind, responding with a smile.

"Really, there's no need to be in such a hurry."

The two arrived at the home economics classroom together, where the three-tiered bento box that Anri Hitomi had made by hand was still untouched in the classroom's cabinet.

While waiting for the bento to heat up, Kuroba Akira felt like he was about to turn into a hungry ghost.

Finally... finally!

Finally, I can eat food other than curry and hot pot!

After the bento box was heated up, Kuroba Akira couldn't contain his excitement and opened it like he was opening a treasure chest.