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"Are you going to take all those things home?"
In the taxi, Yanami chattered.
Asakura, who had originally planned to sit in the front passenger seat but was dragged into the back seat by the girl on the grounds that 'sitting alone in the back is too lonely,' shook his head: "You've been to my house before; there's no place for these things."
"Rather, there's space everywhere..." The girl couldn't help but mumble softly, resting her chin on her hand, as she thought of that empty house.
Then she realized: "Then where are you planning to put them?"
"If it's the clubroom, putting aside that super-antique computer, Yukinoshita definitely wouldn't agree to those very otaku-looking figures, right?"
"Yanami, do you always use 'otaku' as an adjective?"
"And as a noun, too.
A bipedal, upright-walking humanoid creature."
In Yanami's perception, otaku seemed to be a different species from humans.
"Anyway, I'll handle it myself, so you don't need to worry, Lady Yanami," Asakura said, annoyed, considering himself somewhat of an otaku in certain aspects.
"It's just a joke, no need to be so serious..." The girl pouted and mumbled, then she looked at the scenery outside the window and asked suspiciously, "Huh, is this the car back to Chiba?"
"No," Asakura replied dryly, "This is the way to your weight loss camp.
The kind that primarily uses dieting."
"Gulp, I want to get off!"
"It was just a joke, no need to be so serious."
"Asakura is so petty."
"Same to you."
"So, where exactly are you planning to go by taxi?"
The girl asked curiously.
"Suimei Sakurasou."
Asakura replied.
"Where is that…?"
The girl's eyes were blank, clearly having never heard of the place.
"Suimei City, it's within Tokyo. Don't worry, we'll get there quickly."
Asakura took out his phone to send a message, speaking casually at the same time.
"Suimei City… Suimei?"
Yanami muttered the name, finding it a bit familiar: "I think I heard there's a famous art university called Suimei Art University…"
"That's the place."
"Asakura-kun, are you planning to be an artist in the future? One of those people who can sell a few lines drawn on a blank canvas for millions?"
"Unfortunately, I completely fail to appreciate abstract art. The only post-modern art I have any feeling for are creepypasta-like videos. I probably won't ever become a so-called modern artist in this lifetime."
"That's no good, Asakura-kun. I have a great eye for aesthetics. Maybe I can become a great artist in the future~"
"Then your masterpiece would probably be a Tokyo Skytree made of chikuwa."
"Oh, that doesn't sound bad. It has a very artistic feel~ slurp."
"Instead of an artistic feel, it's more of an appetite feel, isn't it? I'm being sarcastic, be more dejected!"
"What do you mean? It's not like no artists have used food as art before. I remember there was an artist abroad who built a huge sculpture out of Skittles!"
"And then it all collapsed when someone took one piece, right? That was a comedy video, don't take it seriously!"
"…Art, truly unfathomable."
"What's unfathomable is your disrespect for art, isn't it?"
"I've wanted to ask this for a while now, why is it that Asakura-kun always looks down on and teases me?"
"Before asking that question, I think you should first reflect on your own actions."
"Hmm…"
The young girl crossed her arms, a look of deep concentration on her face as she tried to recall something.
"Mm…"
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, seemingly encountering difficulty in her recollection.
"Mmm…"
Yanami swallowed. Now Asakura was completely unable to determine what she had encountered in her memory.
"My actions are perfectly fine."
The young girl opened her eyes, asserting with great confidence.
"What the hell!"
"Ah, I've been roasted with very non-standard Kansai dialect."
The young girl looked shocked, but more than that, she was teasing Asakura about his strange dialect.
"You can find your own place for dinner tonight."
Asakura was expressionless.
"Eh? Didn't Asakura-kun just agree to go for yakiniku with me tonight?"
"I'm afraid of encountering aliens who make terrible coffee."
"Why specify aliens with such strange characteristics? Also, aren't we the Magic Club? Wouldn't adding aliens to our activities be a bit too chaotic…?"
"I'm afraid of encountering someone who says 'let's split the bill' but then makes me pay because they don't have money, and then due to all sorts of messy things, I can't even get a single yen back."
"Eh heh heh… This time, it definitely won't happen… probably."
The girl, whose wallet only contained coins, sounded a bit guilty.
"Hmph."
Asakura responded with a snort.
"Asakura-kun has walked so much today, his legs must be a bit sore, right? I'll give your calves a little massage."
The girl, feeling that her yakiniku dinner was becoming somewhat distant, her voice turned fawning.
"I don't feel anything unless it's a massage from someone in a maid outfit."
Asakura said grandly.
"Your demands for a massage are too strict!"
"Also, my shoulders are a bit stiff and need a pinch."
"I completely don't understand whether Asakura-kun dislikes massages or enjoys them…"
Yanami mumbled.
Even so, she really did start to diligently pinch Asakura's shoulders like a little maid.
"How is it? My shoulder-pinching technique received the praise of 'Massage Master' from my grandma!"
"Average."
Asakura enjoyed the young girl's massage, replying nonchalantly.
Although there was still some gap compared to a professional, it was actually quite comfortable. If he wasn't careful, he might let out a comfortable groan.
Because he felt that doing so would make Yanami even more smug, Asakura tried hard to restrain himself.
However, as she continued to pinch, Asakura felt that the force of her hands seemed to become strange.
"Shoulder meat…"
The girl murmured in an almost inaudible voice.
Asakura felt a chill down his spine: "Don't stare at someone's shoulder and drool!"
"No, nothing of the sort! It's just that Asakura-kun's neck looks very delicious… cough, very good-looking, that's all!"
"Are you a zombie from a post-apocalyptic movie?!"
"I'm not that kind of disgusting monster! If I had to choose, at least a graceful existence like a Sanguine would be better."
"Isn't that just a pervert who sucks and licks people's necks?"
"Asakura-kun, do you have some strange prejudice against Sanguine?"
"…I won't let you lick my neck, okay?"
"I wouldn't do that!"
At this moment, the taxi driver, who occasionally stared at the rearview Mirror with an expression that seemed to say, 'You two should just get married!', suddenly spoke: "Customer, we're almost at your destination."
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