Kamijou Touma, who was covered in bruises and injuries, finally walked out from the park (more accurately, the botany test site). More accurately, he was being dragged out by an angry Fukiyose Seiri, not by his hand, but by his collar. Inside, Index had probably allowed Komoe-sensei to help her change clothes.
"Really. Do you have any intention to make this event a success? I know that as a committee member, I should be the one putting in the most effort, but I'm angry upon seeing people like you act like it has nothing to do with you!"
Fukiyose said this as she pulled out a packet of milk from her jacket pocket. Maybe her anger led to lack of calcium.
From the atmosphere, one could tell that she was not hiding anything when she was saying "I hate Kamijou Touma," but rather, they were words from the bottom of her heart.
As Kamijou was being grabbed by the collar and dragged around by her, he said,
"Fuki...Fukiyose-san. Wha...what event is our school participating now...?"
"You can't even remember that? It's because your brain lacks nutrition. Oh yeah, right now, the highest priority should be in getting enough sugar intake!"
After saying this, she tossed the empty milk packet into the rubbish bin, and dug through her pockets before finding a bar of sugar that was used for coffee.
"Ugh! To think that it would be ordinary, unprocessed sugar!"
Just when Kamijou was about to sneak away, trembling, Fukiyose locked his head under her left arm, and tucked it under her armpit.
"Your sleepy head better wake up now. Otherwise, do you want some soy isoflavone? Maybe some soy bean pudding?"
"Uuuu! If you offered soy pudding from the beginning, this Kamijou Touma would be especially grateful! There should be some sugar content in it, right?"
Facing Fukiyose, who was about to stuff sugar into Kamijou's mouth, Kamijou's arms and legs started to move about wildly, but was unable to move away due to his head being stuck under her armpit. He continued to resist until he felt something soft touching his right cheek.
It was Fukiyose Seiri's ample breasts.
(WAAAHHHH...!?)
Kamijou's resistance multiplied by three. Fukiyose didn't seem to realize this, frowning slightly as she held the sugar bar with one hand.
"Wait a sec! Wait a sec! Even if I eat that, my goofiness can't be cured!!"
"...Don't you feel sad just saying that?"
I'm not sad at all! Kamijou quickly tilted his head sideways, only to feel the elastically of Fukiyose's breasts. His body went stiff immediately.
Fukiyose gave a surprised look, and finally let Kamijou out of the lock.
I'm saved, Kamijou thought as he gasped for air.
Fukiyose then grabbed him by the collar again.
"Right now, our school is participating in the second-year girls tug-of war, and three events on the guys side. Which side do you want to cheer for? I guess you want to go to the girls side, because you're that kind of person!"
"Why are you saying something so vicious? Why are you so cold to me, Fukiyose? Are you promoting internal CoolBiz sports?"
(Note: CoolBiz is a campaign originally launched by the Japanese. It's made up of two parts, 'Cool' means 'cooling' and 'Biz' means 'business'. Workers are encouraged to wear short-sleeved shirts without jackets or ties, and air conditioner temperatures are to be set at 28°C. Right now, Kamijou is mocking Fukiyose for purposely showing such a cold front.)
"Sorry, my defense isn't that thin."
This was exactly like a WarmBiz that was as thick as an iron wall! Kamijou thought. He felt that she wouldn't find it funny anyway, and did not say anything.
(Note: WarmBiz is the opposite of CoolBiz, and that it's done during the winter instead. Air conditioner temperatures are to be set at 20°C, and people are to wear more clothes. Kamijou is mocking Fukiyose's defense for being as thick as those clothes worn during WarmBiz.)
"However, Fukiyose, is there any problems with your committee work?"
"...Why do you have to worry about this for me?"
"This so-called feeling of helplessness should be like this, I guess...isn't organizing this event very difficult and tiring? Although I'm not sure regarding the details, is it right for me to only bother about my own things?"
A committee member had to do all sorts of various things in Daihaseisai, like preparing a match, refereeing, carry out broadcasts before, during and after the events, taking care of lost children and giving basic road directions. Not only that, they had to take part in the competition as participants. Compared to an ordinary student, their free time was so little it was pitiful.
Fukiyose stared at Kamijou's face.
"It's alright. I've already passed on a message to Tsukuyomi-sensei. And in order to cope with unexpected events, there's a certain amount of free time in my schedule, so there's no worries!"
"Too bad. How about you leave me alone and go shopping with your friends?"
"There are many ways to create memories. They should be able to understand this!"
Fukiyose only realized that what she said was insensitive after saying those words.
Kamijou, whose collar was still being grabbed, said,
"Okay okay...what you say is correct, but can you please stop pulling me by the collar?"
"Then let's hold hands."
Fukiyose unexpectedly let go of Kamijou's collar, and extended her small hand out. Seemed like she applied some hand cream over her soft hands; it was either the Coenzyme Q10 or some popular health product that was highly recommended.
"Ah? Erm—then if you don't mind."
He hesitated, before holding Fukiyose's hand. He thought that her hand would be cold, but it was unexpectedly warm. Kamijou felt his heart thumping crazily.
Fukiyose glanced at him.
"You're too slow."
"..."
Kamijou, who was lamenting "Why is my heart beating so violently," was pulled away by the iron wall girl, who was not in the best of spirits.