Crossover Anime: The Heroine is in Trouble? I Take Advantage of the Situation

They sat down by the window and ordered a pot of warm sake.

Outside the window, snowflakes were falling softly.

Inside the window, there was warm wine and an atmosphere that was gradually warming up.

The two chatted enthusiastically, from the behind-the-scenes story of creating "After School" to Seiji Fujiwara's ideas for his next work.

Hiratsuka Shizuka has completely become a little fan who idolizes her idol.

She bombarded her with questions, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and her body unconsciously moved closer and closer.

Seiji Fujiwara was very patient and answered her questions one by one with a smile.

Before we knew it, the pot of sake had been emptied.

The physical distance between the two continued to shrink amidst the alcohol and their enthusiastic conversation.

Finally, it turned into an intimate posture with shoulders pressed tightly together.

Under the dim yellow light, it appeared both ambiguous and natural.

"So, the seemingly open ending actually points to a single truth through all the clues?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's face was flushed with a lovely blush, and her beautiful eyes sparkled under the light, filled with curiosity about the story behind the work and admiration for Fujiwara Seiji.

She had already drunk quite a bit, and as she spoke, her body unconsciously leaned towards Seiji Fujiwara, almost resting on his shoulder.

“That’s one way to put it,” Fujiwara Seiji said with a smile, pouring her another cup of warm sake. “I’m returning the power of judgment to the readers.”

"That's amazing..." Hiratsuka Shizuka sighed with satisfaction, picked up her glass and drank it all in one gulp. The cool liquid slid down her throat, making her squint her eyes comfortably.

Just then, the tavern's wooden door was pulled open, and a gust of cold wind mixed with snowflakes and noise rushed in.

A group of four or five well-dressed young men walked in; they were up-and-coming authors attending the literary gathering.

"Ah, Hokkaido is so cold!"

"Yes, the snow is already a meter deep."

"Haha, this is the perfect time to have some warm wine!"

A few people walked in, chatting idly.

Meanwhile, he looked around the tavern, searching for an empty seat.

Sudden.

One of the men's gazes froze, fixed on the bar.

A tall, beautiful woman was sitting with a strange young man.

No, it's not as simple as just sitting together.

Their shoulders were close together, their heads close together, and they were whispering something.

On Hiratsuka Shizuka's face was a smile he had never seen before, a smile as bright and adoring as a girl's, and her beautiful eyes seemed to sparkle with stars.

she……

She actually made that kind of expression at a boy who looked almost ten years younger than her?

Moreover, the distance between them was surprisingly close!

A flame of jealousy and bitterness rose from the depths of Kikuchi Makoto's heart.

He was an admirer of Hiratsuka Shizuka, but she never gave him a chance, always being cold and distant, and didn't even have his contact information.

But now, he's drinking intimately with a complete stranger here!

Kikuchi Makoto was extremely jealous.

His friends also noticed this situation.

"Isn't that... Miss Hiratsuka? What a coincidence!"

"Wait, who's that guy next to her?"

"He looks so young, like a high school student?"

"Tsk tsk, Kikuchi, should we go over and say hello? We can't let Hiratsuka-san be fooled by some young brat!"

His friends looked at Makoto Kikuchi with encouraging eyes.

At times like these, as friends, they naturally stand unconditionally on Kikuchi Makoto's side.

Kikuchi Makoto's expression shifted. He took a deep breath, straightened his tie, put on a polite smile, and nodded, saying:

"Since we've run into each other, it's only right that we go over and say hello. Let's go over there."

As he spoke, he walked straight toward Seiji Fujiwara and Shizuka Hiratsuka.

……

In front of the bar.

"Will your next work be another mystery novel?" Hiratsuka Shizuka asked curiously.

Just as Seiji Fujiwara was about to answer, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

He turned his head and saw several men in their thirties walking towards them. The man in the lead had a polite but fake smile on his face.

Seiji Fujiwara glanced at these people, his eyes showing no emotion.

He possessed exceptionally strong physical abilities throughout his life, literally capable of taking on ten people at once, and he wasn't afraid of anyone causing trouble.

Hiratsuka Shizuka noticed the commotion and turned around. When she saw who it was, her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

“It’s Kikuchi,” Hiratsuka Shizuka said coldly, her tone filled with distance.

"Good evening, Ms. Hiratsuka. What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Kikuchi Makoto stepped forward with a broad smile to greet him.

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Seiji Fujiwara beside him and asked in a tone that seemed casual but was actually scrutinizing and hostile:

"Is this Ms. Hiratsuka's junior? Aren't you going to introduce him?"

"Kikuchi, don't cause trouble!" Hiratsuka Shizuka's face darkened.

Kikuchi Makoto was about to say something.

Another friend beside him suddenly stared at Seiji Fujiwara's face and exclaimed:

"You...you're Fujiwara-sensei!?"

As soon as these words came out.

The others immediately realized what was happening and looked at Seiji Fujiwara in surprise.

"My goodness, it really is Fujiwara-sensei!"

"No wonder it looked familiar..."

"Nice to meet you, Fujiwara-sensei. Are you also here for the literary gathering?"

The expressions on the faces of Kikuchi Makoto's friends changed rapidly within seconds.

The initial contempt instantly turned into surprise, astonishment, and even flattery and respect!

The literary world is a place that values ​​seniority and status more than any other circle.

The "Edogawa Rampo Award" was enough to sweep everyone present.

These individuals, though they consider themselves writers and have won some local literary awards for emerging writers, are seen as "young talents" by others.

But compared to the winner of the Edogawa Rampo Prize, their achievements are like fireflies compared to the bright moon—worthless!

"Fujiwara-sensei! I've heard so much about you! I'm Kenichi Suzuki, and I wrote a novel called 'Whispers in the Rainy Night,' I wonder if you've heard of it..."

"Hello, Fujiwara-sensei! I'm Hiroshi Tanaka, and my work is 'The Lie Under the Cherry Blossoms'..."

Those friends who had been speaking rudely just moments before now rushed forward and bowed respectfully to Seiji Fujiwara.

They introduced themselves one by one, their faces beaming with bright yet humble smiles.

"Hmm." Seiji Fujiwara simply nodded, his expression aloof, completely disregarding them.

However, these people didn't feel anything was wrong at all.

Instead, they felt it was perfectly natural.

"It's truly an honor to meet Professor Fujiwara here!"

"Yes, I hope to have the opportunity to receive your guidance in the future!"

"We won't disturb your enjoyment any longer, Miss Hiratsuka. We'll take our leave now!"

They showered him with praise again, then tactfully pulled the frozen Kikuchi Makoto away.

It all started when Seiji Fujiwara's identity was revealed.

Kikuchi Makoto's face stiffened, and he didn't say another word.

……

Watching the departing figures of those people, Seiji Fujiwara turned his head with interest and raised an eyebrow at Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"That Mr. Kikuchi seems to have a thing for you, Professor Hiratsuka."

"Ugh, just a troublesome fly."

Shizuka Hiratsuka picked up her sake cup in frustration and drank the rest of the sake in one gulp.

"Let's not talk about those spoilsport people!" Hiratsuka Shizuka shook her head vigorously, her smile returning. "Let's keep drinking! Tell me more about your next project!"

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It was probably because I was too excited to meet my idol author.

Next, Hiratsuka Shizuka drank even more heavily than before.

Her movements became increasingly unrestrained, and she practically clung to Fujiwara Seiji. Her warm breath occasionally brushed against Fujiwara Seiji's neck, bringing with it a faint, lingering fragrance.

Fujiwara Seiji, of course, wouldn't refuse without any sense of propriety.

With a beautiful woman in your arms and fine wine in hand, what a delightful thing it is!

Two hours later.

Hiratsuka Shizuka was completely drunk and unconscious.

Seiji Fujiwara lifted her up, feeling the amazing softness and elasticity in his arms, and couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

But considering Ms. Hiratsuka's iron fist.

After thinking for a moment, Fujiwara Seiji simply escorted Hiratsuka Shizuka back to her room and did nothing more.

……

……

Meanwhile, in Kikuchi Makoto's room, the atmosphere was somber.

"Kikuchi, don't take it too hard. That's Fujiwara Seiji! Losing to him isn't shameful!"

"Yes, yes, the youngest winner of the Edogawa Ranpo Prize! A monstrous genius!"

"Who would have thought that Miss Hiratsuka would know him!"

His friends offered him words of comfort.

Kikuchi Makoto sat on the sofa, feeling terrible and completely uncomforted.

He was not reconciled.

He had prepared for this literary salon for a long time and wrote an article that he believed would amaze everyone present.

Originally, I planned to make a name for myself at tomorrow's salon and impress Hiratsuka Shizuka!

But now, the appearance of Seiji Fujiwara makes him uneasy.

"I haven't lost yet!"

Kikuchi Makoto suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning with jealousy and resentment.

"So what if he won the Rampo Prize? That only proves he can write mystery novels!"

"Literary salons are where you can truly appreciate the depth of literature!"