Chapter 76: Miss, Things Have Taken a Turn for the Worse

Time was running short. Without waiting for Yukiko Ogata to say anything, Haruhi Harano seized her soft, delicate hand and pulled her into the storage room.

Yukiko Ogata’s small figure looked even more petite standing before the tall boy.

Though they were the same age.

“H-Harano, what did you want with me?” Yukiko sniffed, turning her little head aside, her cheeks flushed—whether from shyness or from catching a pleasant scent, it was hard to tell.

Seeing her like this, Haruhi felt his heart melt. She was like a pure little white flower—one couldn’t help but want to get closer and breathe in her innocence.

He grinned, lowered his head, and kissed her cherry-red lips.

Her tiny body was lifted off the ground by Haruhi’s strong arms, her small feet dangling helplessly in the air.

His large hand rested on her small backside.

Their clothes grew disheveled and creased as time ticked by.

…

Inside the classroom, Miron Kiyosuzu sat in her chair, her pencil tapping impatiently.

Her brows twitched. She glanced at the door—no sign of Haruhi Harano, nor anyone familiar. He still hadn’t returned.

Where on earth had that jerk gone? Class was about to begin.

Not long after, a small figure hurried in, legs pumping, looking anxious. On the way, she bumped into another girl.

Yukiko Ogata scrambled up, bowing apologetically to the other girl. Her bright eyes were rimmed with red, her earlier happiness replaced by embarrassment at her own recklessness.

Yukiko’s adorableness charmed both boys and girls alike; even the girl she’d bumped into found it difficult to stay annoyed.

Miron Kiyosuzu merely cast a cool glance in her direction, saying nothing. Her pencil traced messy lines beneath her own name.

How vexing—why was her mind always drifting to that one person?

It never used to be like this. Ever since meeting that jerk, everything had been thrown into confusion.

Not just her thoughts, but her body as well.

Just as the bell was about to ring, Haruhi Harano finally appeared at the classroom door, rushing inside.

Miron perked up, though her face remained impassive. She glanced his way, wanting to speak, but Yoji Heisuke beat her to it.

“Haruhi, where were you just now? I was looking for you!”

“Had a bit of an upset stomach. My gut was acting up,” Haruhi replied, glancing at Miron and flashing a row of dazzling white teeth as he raised his brows.

His sharply defined face broke into a smile of such impact that, especially with those eyes, it seemed to have a magnetic pull.

Why did he look even more handsome today?

Miron sniffed, turning away with affected pride, her expression tinged with a hint of coquettishness.

“Oh, your stomach’s upset? Do you want to go to the nurse’s office? I can ask for leave for you.”

“No need, I’m feeling much better now.”

After the second period, the afternoon sun blazed outside, but it was getting noticeably colder. Aside from a few girls devoted to fashion, most students had wrapped their flawless legs in warm layers.

Black stockings, white stockings—since the National High School had no uniform style for hosiery, every variety of shapely calf was on display, each accentuating its own unique beauty and forming a striking scene on campus.

His eyes lingered over the smooth, graceful lines—a vibrant part of the school’s scenery.

“You’re not feeling well, so just have milk and ramen. Good thing I don’t want it—take it all! But the milk is mine!”

Inside the classroom, Miss Miron Kiyosuzu swept up the bottle of strawberry milk with unassailable authority, sliding the bowl of ramen in his direction.

Milk could be harsh on the stomach; a warm bowl of ramen broth was far more comforting for someone with a stomachache.

Haruhi scratched his head; he hadn’t expected Miron to take his casual excuse so seriously. A gentle warmth spread in his heart.

“What are you staring at? Eat your ramen. Don’t even think about the milk.”

Miron picked up the milk carton, naturally slipping the already-nibbled straw between her lips. Her cheeks puffed and then relaxed as her rosy mouth sipped away.

Haruhi smiled softly—once again, Miron’s cuteness had completely charmed him.

…

“Miss, there seems to have been an incident with the young mistress.”

In Chiyoda, Tokyo, amid towering skyscrapers stood an elegant, old-fashioned residence—a relic of another era, out of place in the heart of the city.

Especially so in the absolute center of Chiyoda.

Clear water traced veins through artificial rocks, finally spilling into a fish pond and sending ripples across its surface.

From time to time, valuable ornamental fish glided by, their forms veiled and revealed by drifting mist—an image full of poetic grace.

“Miss, something has happened with the young mistress.”

A woman in a black business suit bowed deeply, reporting with utmost respect. Even her usually icy features betrayed a rare trace of unease.

Opposite her, Yukino Kiyosuzu sat unhurriedly in a white kimono, savoring her tea.

In Japan, the tea ceremony is highly esteemed, especially among prominent families. As the second daughter of the Kiyosuzu family, Yukino had mastered these basic courtesies.

After all, Miron often refused to attend social functions, so it fell to Yukino, with her dignified presence, to represent the family.

Pale yellow tea steamed gently as Yukino raised the cup with slender fingers, sipping leisurely, her demeanor as calm and composed as her expression—everything seeming under her control.

“What happened? Did my sister break Haruhi Harano’s arm?”

Yukino slowly opened her eyes, a sly glint in her dark gaze.

“If it’s a broken arm, just send him to the hospital. You don’t need to report such things to me.”

“No, it’s not that.” Even the ever-cool Shizuka, finally, showed a hint of panic. “The young mistress—she seems to be together with that boy, Haruhi Harano…”