Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

After a while, Mikoto frowned and stared at Menma's arm which was being squeezed by Shokuhou's breast.

She said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, what are you doing again?"

Shokuhou narrowed her eyes, smiled, and replied in a tone and manner that was like a queen: "Holding the hand of your date is basic etiquette, right? There won't be anyone who doesn't know this, right?"

Afterwards, if Menma hadn't stopped it out of his conscience, this brutal war would have started again.

Menma looked at Misaka Mikoto, who was still angry after being scolded, and suggested: "How about you hold the hand too?"

Her cheeks were rosy and steam was faintly visible above her head.

"You, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"How could I possibly hold your dirty pig-like hand!"

But then...

"Well! No, but since you've begged me like this, it wouldn't be good for me to not agree to you, huh."

Her body leaned against the boy's honestly, as if it was her instinctive reaction.

Shokuhou Misaki didn't seem to care about such trivial matters.

She was in a good mood, her red lips slightly parted, humming an unknown tune.

But can this false peace last?

In the afternoon, in the restaurant, Menma was sitting there alone, and Misaka Mikoto and Shokuhou Misaki were nowhere to be seen.

This is because after they had a quarrel just now, they simply went out to duel, leaving Menma, the trophy, alone here.

Today was supposed to be a weekend, a rare day off for Heizi, and she had originally planned to find a reason to ask this guy out shopping in the morning.

However, her elder sister's "violent training" made her recover only in the afternoon.

She was still feeling disappointed and thought that her plans for today were ruined, but she didn't expect that this guy would actually email her to ask her out.

In the restaurant, after finishing his fifth free refill of Coke, Menma finally saw his savior.

Shirai Kuroko walked towards him with cold eyes and a stern face.

Menma's eyes were filled with tears, containing false apology, regret and sincerity, and he said, "Thank you, Taro!"

Heizi snorted and said in an unhappy tone: "I have already paid the bill."

"You're coming out for a nice dinner without any money, are you stupid?"

"Ah, you're just an idiot."

She pressed on, blaming him while poking Menma's chest with her fingers.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Kuroko seemed to smell a familiar scent.

Menma defended himself confidently, "I didn't do it on purpose, I just didn't know where I lost it."

However, this is a lie.

He just didn't want to pay.

Kuroko reached out and threw the pink wallet to him.

"Let's go quickly."

"Stop adding meaningless work to my life."

Menma took the wallet, and at the same time, Kuroko said proudly: "First of all, this is lent to you by my beautiful lady Kuroko, you must remember to pay it back."

Menma counted the money and said, "Well, well! You can just transfer the money to my card. It's too much trouble to come and deliver it in person."

"Stupid, I want to be alone with you."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Idiot! It's nothing!"

Kuroko looked away, his cheeks flushed under the warm lights of the store.

She pursed her lips, afraid to reveal her rapid breathing.

Menma looked down at the amount of money in his wallet and said, "This is so embarrassing!"

Apparently, he, with his thick skin like a city wall, had no sense of shame.

"Aren't you living in a tight spot? Let me, Lord Heizi, treat you to this meal. I owe you a favor anyway."

Heizi is still using this "reasonable reason" to convince himself.

"Favors?" Menma thought for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"Oh, you said that!"

"You've helped me so many times, you've paid me back, right?"

Heizi immediately retorted: "This favor is not so easy to repay."

She pursed her lips and looked determined, not allowing Menma to refute.

Menma stood up, subconsciously raised his hand and placed it on Kuroko's head, and said in a condescending leadership tone: "Well, young man, it's good to be serious, but don't push yourself too hard..."

He felt Kuroko's murderous gaze and pulled his hand back.

The gentle warmth above his head suddenly disappeared, and a chilly hollow pierced through Kuroko's chest...

What exactly is this feeling of being anxious and worried?

She raised her head and locked eyes with Menma, barely able to resist the urge to grab his hand and put it back on her head.

But she also noticed that there were many pairs of eyes around her, and regarded them as the center of interest and joy.

Heizi was somewhat dissatisfied.

Menma also noticed the gazes from all around him, but pretended not to know and walked past Kuroko, intentionally or unintentionally keeping a distance from him.

Kuroko turned around and followed Menma, leaving the family restaurant with him.

Menma apologized to her in an insincere tone: "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but touch your head in public."

Heizi curled his lips to show that he didn't mind.

The arrogance revealed in her stubborn eyes might as well be saying: Keep touching me, you bastard!

A slight blush appeared on Kuroko's face, as if the sunset glowed on his shy cheeks.

She secretly glanced at the boy next to her, but immediately looked away, as if she was afraid that he would see something.

Her heart felt like a deer was beating wildly and her heartbeat was echoing in her ears. She wanted to act as if she didn't care, but she couldn't hide her shyness and her cheeks were getting redder and redder.

She wondered if she should say something to cover up her shyness.

"You, you don't have any other friends?"

"Ah, I have no friends."

This is real.

Menma Uzumaki only has tools (Starfury), but no friends.

"No friends?" Heizi asked suspiciously.

She remembered that this guy usually kept to himself, which seemed normal.

"What about you?" Menma asked back.

"Ok?"

"Saten, didn't Uiharu ask you to go out and play? You two are really good friends, right?"

"I also have work to do as a disciplinary committee member!" Kuroko patted his chest with a proud look on his face, and then added: "And they usually act in pairs."

However, the article is irrelevant.

She actually avoided the question.

"Is that so? In your free time, will you hang out with Misaka Mikoto?"

"My elder sister likes to act alone. She will only ask me to join her if it is an activity that requires two people."

"Indeed, she's always alone when I see her." Menma held his chin in his hand and pretended to think, muttering to himself, "I also like to act alone."

Heizi looked up in surprise, his breathing short and anxious, and his heart in his chest began to feel uneasy.

He probably just spoke from his heart without any extra associations, but...

"Maybe we can go out for a walk together."

Kuroko blurted out, using a tone that pretended to be nonchalant...

Although the tone was a little distorted due to excessive nervousness, but...

Speak out!

how is he?

What would you think?

How would you reply?

Have you thought about it too much?

Will you see through my true thoughts...

Heizi suddenly felt regretful. Why did he say it out loud? Now is not the right time...

Her heart was beating so fast that it seemed to be pounding in her chest, making her feel a little suffocated.

She wanted to appear calm, but the tension in her heart prevented her from calming down.

"That's true. I can't think of anywhere to go alone. If you have time, let's go out together." Menma replied.

This is a lie, this is perfunctory.

But in Kuroko's eyes: the boy's clear and pure expression made her even feel ashamed of herself for having impure thoughts.

She would feel fortunate: Fortunately, this guy didn't think too much about it.

However, she would complain in her heart: Why doesn't this guy think more? Is it because my beautiful and noble Lord Kuroko is not charming enough?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

158 Misaka Mikoto and Shokuhou Misaki's battle for men, but Suzuka Yuriko is stealing

In the evening, Misaka Mikoto was in a very bad mood because she lost the "duel" with Shokuhou Misaki.

But that wasn't enough to make her so angry.

In front of Shokuhou's skilled ABC techniques, Misaka Mikoto, who is full of the aura of a tsundere, seems too immature.

She closed her eyes and could recall the scene:

The swaying objects on the girl's chest...

Something soft pressed against the boy's arms...

Damn, what's wrong with that slutty figure! Does that guy really like this kind of obscene stuff? Obviously I...

I will have it later.

She recalled the conversation she had a few hours earlier:

"Misaka-san, Menma-senpai's behavior, which has always been monopolizing you, seems to be violating the rules."

"Therefore, I would like to declare war on you."

Shokuhou Misaki's playful tone further aroused Misaka Mikoto's anger, and the two sides became tense.

Uzumaki Menma's words were like a spark that ignited dangerous goods.

"Don't you want to ask for my opinion? And, wouldn't it be better if you could share it together?"

Shokuhou held the boy's arm and acted coquettishly.

"Menma-senpai really is so understanding?～"

"Much more reasonable than that small-chested kitten who only knows how to flirt."