Kaguya-sama: Love Is War wants me to turn myself in.

Just to be on the safe side, the three of them slept in the living room as they had the day before.

"Good night."

Listening to the pattering rain outside, Natsuki Amamiya closed her eyes.

Silent all night.

the next day.

When Amamiya Natsuki woke up, she felt something was wrong with her body.

My arm is so sore... Who's been pressing on my arm?

Chapter 150 Fujiwara Chika, Clear Distinction Between Gratitude and Grudges

Kitagawa, a girl with mole

"……what?"

Waking up in a daze, Natsuki Amamiya felt her arm was sore and swollen, and it was being held firmly by something, which she couldn't break free from. She couldn't help but open her eyes.

The dimly lit room came into view.

It's still dark.

Only a faint ray of morning light shone, barely enough to make one see. The room was completely silent, save for the soft breathing that came from her arms.

After his eyes adjusted to the dim light for two seconds, Amamiya Natsuki looked down at his arms and saw a small head in front of him, lying on its side with its head resting on his left arm, fast asleep like a kitten.

The girl's hair was smooth and silky, a delicate fragrance wafting into my nose, and the color of her hair was...

No.

can not tell.

The light was so dim that it was hard to tell whether it was pink or gold for a moment.

"There is another way to determine identity."

Amamiya Natsuki suddenly remembered the incident from yesterday... no, it should be the day before yesterday, when she helped him scrub his back.

I could see it clearly at the time: the blonde bombshell had a small mole below her left collarbone.

That's right.

Kitagawa may not seem very bright, but she's actually a girl with a large mole on her chest!

Just by quietly pulling open the girl's nightgown and glancing at whether she has a large mole on her chest, one can immediately know the girl's identity... Just kidding.

By now, you would have seen their faces clearly!

Regardless of who it was, Natsuki Amamiya decided to take action, and the first thing she needed to do was to pull her arm out.

What would it feel like to wake up and find a beautiful girl lying in your arms?

uncomfortable.

It's hard.

My arms are sore and swollen, and I can't feel happy at all.

Amamiya Natsuki carefully began to pull her arm out, but the girl in her arms was sleeping surprisingly soundly and hadn't woken up yet.

Just as Amamiya Natsuki was about to escape, the unknown girl in his arms murmured and subconsciously rested her head on Amamiya Natsuki's arm again.

"..."

With a blank expression, Amamiya Natsuki silently extended her still-movable right hand and gently tugged at the girl's cheek. It must be said that her cheek was incredibly bouncy and felt amazing to the touch.

"Well……"

After being attacked, the unknown girl who had been attacked at night finally woke up and groggily lifted her head from Amamiya Natsuki's arms.

Because she had been sleeping with her head down, there was a red mark on the girl's face. Her fair and delicate skin was slightly flushed, and her bangs were a little messy, revealing her smooth forehead. Her azure eyes were full of the hazy mist of just waking up, making her look rather dazed.

Who else could it be but that pink-haired idiot?

"Natsuki-kun, don't pinch my cheeks..."

Fujiwara Chika mumbled something and buried her face back into Amamiya Natsuki's arms.

Hey, you're actually planning to keep sleeping?

You're so carefree!

After a few seconds.

Fujiwara Chika finally came to her senses, quickly raised her head, and looked at Amamiya Natsuki in surprise.

"Eh eh eh?!"

You're pressing down on my arm.

Amamiya Natsuki decisively took the initiative.

"Ah, sorry..." Fujiwara Chika apologized instinctively, then puffed out her cheeks, "Natsuki-kun, you actually..."

Amamiya Natsuki, with a serious expression, once again took the initiative:

"Fujiwara, why did you attack me at night?"

"This is what I wanted to say!"

Fujiwara Chika suddenly sat up. "How could it be that I am the one who ambushed you at night..."

Halfway through her sentence, the pink-haired idiot saw the empty tatami mat next to her and the blanket she had kicked aside, and suddenly fell silent.

I remember now...

Because of the rain, the temperature was much lower last night. I think I kicked off the blanket while sleeping and woke up in the middle of the night from the cold. At that time, I felt warmth around me and kept moving closer to the source of warmth in my drowsy state.

So, it really was someone who ambushed others at night, and Natsuki was the victim?

Upon discovering the truth, Fujiwara Chika's face flushed red at a visible speed.

Even a chaotic girl, who is unpredictable and difficult to understand, would not be able to remain calm if she woke up to find herself having assaulted a boy and slept in his arms all night.

"Well……"

A soft hum rang out in the darkness before dawn.

"Hai-Hai Meng-chan!"

Hearing the sound, Fujiwara Chika was startled. Seeing the blurry figure turning over as if trying to sit up, she panicked.

Oops.

Haimeng-chan is about to get up. If she finds out, she'll definitely misunderstand, right?

Fujiwara Chika hastily makes a choice.

No.

I can't let Haimeng-chan find out.

It's too late to go back now, the only way is...

As Amamiya Natsuki was moving his numb and sore left hand, a fragrant breeze wafted towards him, and the pink-haired idiot who had just sat up snuggled back into his arms.

"Shh~"

Fujiwara Chika reached out her right hand and covered Amamiya Natsuki's lips, blinking repeatedly to signal her.

"Hai Meng-chan is awake. Don't talk or move around."

Amamiya Natsuki paid no attention, her mind already drawn to something else.

So soft.

Without my noticing, a soft object filled my left palm, its size perfectly fitting my hand.

"Eh eh eh?"

Fujiwara Chika suddenly opened her eyes wide.

That's outrageous! What are you grabbing?!

No... it seems that when I lay down just now, it happened to be placed in Natsuki's palm?

So it's all my fault?

It's your own fault.

Asking for trouble.

They delivered themselves to my door.

But since it was an accident, we can't blame Natsuki-kun... I, Fujiwara Chika, am clear about my grudges!

At the same time, Natsuki Amamiya subconsciously squeezed it gently, and an indescribable softness and elasticity immediately returned to her.

May has already brought summer, and the daytime temperature is close to 30 degrees Celsius, so the two of them are naturally wearing very thin pajamas.

Amamiya Natsuki could clearly feel the temperature and shape of the pink-haired idiot's conscience, and couldn't help but squeeze it again.

"Wow, actually... this can't be an accident!"

Fujiwara Chika's chubby face puffed up quickly, like an inflated pufferfish, and she glared at her angrily.

"Natsuki-san!!"

"Sorry, but the hand has its own ideas."

Fujiwara Chika grabbed Amamiya Natsuki's wrist, giving her a look that said, "I'll get angry if you touch me again!"

"So you're not angry now?"

"Of course! The kind of anger that can't be appeased!"

"..."

The two held their breath, afraid to move.

In the dim light, a rustling sound could be heard from not far away. Then, Kitagawa Kaimu picked up her phone and quietly walked towards the bathroom.

"call……"