Inside the clean, cozy, and sunlit clubroom that almost felt like someone's personal hideout, Kumin Tsuyuri chatted leisurely with Kato Megumi. Gotou Hitori, true to her quiet nature, sat beside them like a faithful listener, nodding now and then.
Suddenly—
Clack!
The door slid open, and the atmosphere instantly shifted. One guy and two girls stepped inside, carrying with them a dense, almost suffocating air of tension.
The shy and socially anxious Gotou-san froze slightly, even her breathing becoming shallow like she was afraid of disturbing some ancient spirit. Tsuyuri-san and Kato-san also stopped their conversation and looked toward the newcomers.
"Good afternoon."
Kasumigaoka Touji—cool, composed, and annoyingly charming—raised his hand slightly and greeted them with a casual smile. His eyes briefly met Kato Megumi's as he spoke. The greeting was mostly for her; the other two were his classmates who sat in front and behind him—no need for extras there.
"Good afternoon~," Kato Megumi replied, her voice soft and clear, like a gentle breeze passing through golden autumn leaves.
Her calm gaze soon landed on Kani Nayuta.
"This is Honda Kazuko, the transfer student I mentioned before. She's also our newest Nap Club member!" Kumin Tsuyuri introduced, folding her hands cheerfully in front of her chest.
"Mhm~" Kato Megumi acknowledged gently, standing up with polite grace.
"Hello! I'm Honda Kazuko from Class 1-G," Nayuta said brightly, her energy like a sudden splash of color in a still painting.
"I'm Kato Megumi, from Class 1-E."
The two exchanged light pleasantries and brief smiles. It all seemed so normal… on the surface.
Meanwhile—
Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze could've frozen magma. Her dark red eyes locked on Nayuta with thinly veiled hostility. That girl—again, always getting in her space, pushing boundaries like a reckless baka with no survival instinct!
If Utaha-san weren't holding a lunch box, Touji suspected she might've crushed it flat with her bare hands.
Touji inwardly sighed. Yare yare daze. The battlefield of love, or rather the Shura field, wasn't something mere mortals could handle. And right now, the tension was thick enough to cut with a tanto.
He walked to his seat and gently placed down his bento, along with a damp handkerchief he'd moistened in the washroom on his way in. A proper gentleman move—he used it to wipe the microwave, his back already feeling the burning stares.
Then, casually but decisively, he walked up and hugged Kasumigaoka Utaha.
The warm, soft scent of her hair washed over him as he stroked her head like coaxing a dangerous animal.
"There, there~ Don't be mad, okay? Good girl, Utaha-onee-san~"
"…You calling me a child?" Utaha-san asked sharply, her voice low but deadly, eyes narrowing.
But a little smirk played on her lips. Gotcha.
Her foot snapped down onto his instep without warning.
"Gwah—!"
Definitely stronger than usual.
"I've always respected you as Onee-san!" Touji exclaimed dramatically, both lying and not lying at the same time.
In truth, he did it on purpose.
A bit of pain to let her vent. Better than her bottling it up until she went full yandere on someone. Everyone knew—it wasn't the quiet before the storm, it was the Utaha before the storm.
"Hmm… Onee-san?"
Utaha-san raised an eyebrow at that title.
"L-Lover! Girlfriend! Fiancée! …Elder sister?" Touji blurted out a flurry of relationship titles like a desperate baka.
Utaha-san hummed meaningfully, basking in the chaos she inspired. She caught Tsuyuri and Kato's glances but, being the queen she was, didn't care in the slightest.
Her sharp gaze shifted to Nayuta.
With sudden confidence, she pulled Touji in front of her, spun him slightly, and pushed him onto the table.
"W-Wait, what the heck are you—?!" Touji was genuinely caught off guard.
"Lie down," Utaha commanded, her voice cold, her face calm, but eyes burning with quiet intensity.
Touji blinked. Was this… was this a new form of club hazing?
Despite not fully understanding her intentions, he obeyed without resistance, slowly reclining onto the long table in the clubroom.
Kato Megumi, being the thoughtful MVP she was, calmly slid her bento and the small cactus centerpiece aside with a practiced elegance, making space for whatever strange scene was about to unfold. Her motions were quiet, but full of care—so the poor Touji wouldn't get pricked by the cactus while being metaphorically pricked by Utaha-san's wrath.
Then—
Utaha stepped beside him. With one hand, she pressed down firmly on his chest, pinning him to the table; with the other, she cradled the back of his head. Her face leaned down, her eyes closed slowly... and she began what looked unmistakably like a deep breath rescue—or something far too close to it.
"..."
'A-Ah! This... this is something I'm allowed to watch?!'
Gotou Hitori's face turned crimson. The bashful girl trembled slightly, hands instinctively rising to her cheeks. Two glowing pink clouds bloomed across her fair face, and her breath caught in her throat.
She turned away at first—modestly covering her eyes like a good girl should.
But... puberty was unforgiving.
Her curiosity burned hotter than her embarrassment. Slowly, shyly, she parted her fingers just enough to sneak a peek through the cracks.
Her breath caught again.
'This is... dangerous. So dangerous…!'
Kumin Tsuyuri, on the other hand, looked openly intrigued, her expression unfiltered and eyes sparkling with interest.
Kato Megumi remained placid, her expression as serene as ever, as though witnessing Mount Fuji erupt wouldn't move her.
Kani Nayuta's eyes locked onto Touji's defenseless position.
She licked her lips.
'Tch... this isn't fair. I've wanted to jump him all day!'
Even though it was their first day properly meeting face-to-face, her mind was already racing. Restraint? Who needed that? But still, she had tried to act a bit reserved… for now.
But that reserve was rapidly thinning.
Kasumigaoka Touji, so close… so vulnerable…
'I... I'll just touch his leg a little. Just that!'
She swallowed hard and cautiously glanced at Kasumigaoka Utaha, then slowly reached out—her fingers inching toward Touji's leg with the stealth of a ninja.
"..."
'Whose hand is this!?'
Touji twitched. Something—no, someone—was touching his leg. Gently.
'That must be... Nayuta!?'
He wanted to move, to break free, but found himself mostly pinned. He lifted his right hand freely, but his left met resistance. His left leg suddenly bumped into something soft—likely Nayuta herself.
Meanwhile—
Kasumigaoka Utaha's sense of satisfaction was peaking. The emotional build-up, her frustration with Nayuta's existence, the tension of the moment—it was intoxicating. Her gestures grew bolder.
But then—
A third hand joined the chaos.
Kumin Tsuyuri, unable to resist the moment, playfully extended her fingers—two snow-white, slender digits—skittering across Touji's other leg like a mischievous sprite.
Touji jolted.
'Again! Whose hand this time!?'
There were now three distinct sensations—three different hands on his legs. His brain scrambled to keep up.
'This is a trap! A trap of seduction! No way I'm making it out of this alive!'
And to make it worse—
"It's so itchy!" he yelped involuntarily.
Utaha took this as another cue to double down. She pressed down harder on his chest and forehead, thinking he was just struggling playfully.
Kani Nayuta, meanwhile, had caught Tsuyuri's sneaky maneuver and turned to her in surprise. Her eyes said: "What the heck do you think you're doing!?"
Tsuyuri merely blinked and tilted her head, her expression all innocence and mischief.
Nayuta didn't buy it. But she shrugged it off.
Then—
Another hand entered the scene.
From the opposite side of the table, Kato Megumi reached out and—without any change in her tranquil expression—gently pinched both of Touji's ears.
"…"
Kani Nayuta: "…"
'Kato-san!? Not you too!'
Touji's eyes snapped open again.
'W-Why are you touching me, Megumi-san!? We're not even that close!'
This had become some sort of reverse harem horror scene. Or maybe a hands-on team-building exercise gone completely off the rails.
From the sidelines, Gotou Hitori's hands dropped fully from her face.
She was now completely mesmerized.
She looked around at the chaos, her heart racing.
'W-Why are they all... laying hands on him?!'
She glanced down at her own hands.
'Would it be weird if I didn't do anything...? Should I... should I join in!?'
Her hand hesitated in the air, hovering awkwardly above Touji's leg.
Just as she was deciding whether to join the madness or flee the scene—
Kasumigaoka Utaha pulled away, letting out a small gasp.
She had finished her 'attack'... only to freeze.
She stared at Touji's prone form.
Five hands.
Five.
FIVE.
Resting on him.
Each one attached to a different girl.
And then, at the end of the row, Gotou Hitori, her hand awkwardly half-raised, eyes conflicted, expression torn between I'm innocent! and I want in too!
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "…"
Her eye twitched. Her lips quivered.
'What... WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE!?'
Flip the table!
(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
The clubroom descended into madness.
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