He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

Mitsu Sakura happily ran away, carrying Shirakawa's schoolbag.

"Come back here!" Shirakawa hurriedly chased after him, but accidentally bumped into a passerby who had just gotten up in the classroom.

"Sorry, sorry." Shirakawa apologized before chasing after him.

But it was too late.

Midori Sakura had already arrived outside the classroom, opened her schoolbag, and was about to go find her lunchbox.

Just opened it.

A cloth item with two ovals caught her eye.

This is...

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Why would a boy have this kind of thing in his backpack?

Shirakawa was also standing at the door at that moment.

Midori Sakura half-held her schoolbag in one hand and pointed at the fabric with the other.

"Yes, Shirakawa." Midori Sakura looked up, somewhat startled.

"What is this?"

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"Hey, Shirakawa, what's this?"

Midori Sakura looked surprised, her fingers trembling slightly as she pointed at the strange fabric in Shirakawa's bag.

A strange bra with a bear pattern on it.

Could Shirakawa be some kind of pervert who steals underwear?

Mito Sakura couldn't think of any other possibilities for the time being.

Shirakawa was a little nervous; Misaki Nikaido was still in the classroom.

If she finds out, it won't be something that can be resolved with just a few words.

She absolutely must not see this!

"Um, come with me first, and I'll explain it to you slowly."

Shirakawa pulled the bewildered Midori Sakura to a secluded corner where few people passed by.

"Um..." Shirakawa stammered slightly, "I have a bit of a penchant for cross-dressing..."

Geckos will sever their tails to survive if they suffer a fatal injury.

Shirakawa, too, chose the former option over lowering his image in Mido Sakura's eyes and getting a good beating from Nikaido.

"But this pattern above..."

"I thought it looked pretty good... so I bought it."

"And this size too."

It couldn't possibly be Maki's.

A quick comparison with Midori shows that this size is about the same as hers.

"Um...you've heard of silicone fakes..." Shirakawa was spouting nonsense that even he didn't believe.

Midori Sakura frowned, slowly zipped up her backpack, and looked at Shirakawa with a suspicious gaze.

"I usually like to do some cosplay, especially of broad-minded female characters. This is one I accidentally left in my bag," Shirakawa added again.

After thinking about it for a moment, Mitsu Sakura felt that it did make sense, after all, Shirakawa had said this morning that he liked anime.

Therefore, there is a possibility that he is a cross-dresser.

"You shut-in, your hobby is really... quite niche."

"Ah, yes, um, could you please keep this a secret for me, Sakura-sama?" Shirakawa clasped his hands together and asked softly.

“Sure, sure,” Midori agreed, “but I want hamburger patties.”

"Okay, okay, I'll get it for you now."

Shirakawa took the schoolbag and rummaged through it to find the package that Aunt Mito had given him that morning.

Take out the bento box and open the lid.

A cloud of hot steam billowed out.

Rice and dishes were clearly separated and placed in their respective compartments.

The hamburger patties are drizzled with curry sauce, the vegetables are vibrant green and fresh, and the fried shrimp are golden and crispy, making it incredibly tempting.

A round fried egg is placed on top of white rice, with a small heart drawn on it with red ketchup.

In Mitsu Sakura's memory, her mother had never made such a lavish bento box.

And drawing a heart on the fried egg is a bit too much...

Mom is so clueless! How could she draw such a pattern for her classmate? What if they misunderstand?

Shirakawa felt a little embarrassed looking at the heart on the fried egg.

"Do you have chopsticks?" Midori asked.

"Let me see." Shirakawa rummaged through the package and schoolbag.

I forgot to bring my cutlery.

"Lady Sakura, why don't we just let it go this time? Please bear with it a little longer and eat it at noon."

The cafeteria has tableware; if all else fails, you can borrow a spoon or fork from someone (Maki).

"No, I want to eat it now."

Mito Sakura went through all sorts of hardships, even promising to keep it a secret from Shirakawa, all for this one bite of hamburger patty.

"Then you'll pick a piece with your hands and eat it?"

"No." Midori Sakura showed Shirakawa her hands; her nails were painted pink and glittery, and adorned with a few "little diamonds." "My friend just did it for me..."

"What should I do?"

"You feed me."

"That's not a good idea." Shirakawa looked around. Although it was a remote place, there was no guarantee that someone wouldn't suddenly appear or secretly record a video and post it on the school forum.

"No way! If you don't feed me, I'll tell everyone you like women's clothing! No, that's not right! I'll post about finding underwear in your bag online!" Midori Sakura said defiantly, as if she couldn't do without being fed.

"Alright, alright, Lady Sakura."

Shirakawa really had no way to deal with her.

Shirakawa pinched a small piece of hamburger patty.

Thick curry got stuck on his fingers.

Midori gently brushed her golden hair aside with her small hand, her mouth slightly open, waiting for Shirakawa to feed her.

Shirakawa checked again to make sure no one was around, then carefully brought the hamburger patty closer to Sakura's mouth.

The dripping curry flowed down Shirakawa's fingers and into the seam of Sakura's shirt.

"You shut-in, couldn't you have caught it with your hand?"

Midori quickly unbuttoned her shirt and wiped away the dripping curry sauce with her fingers.

At the same time, the snow-white softness and cleavage are almost palpable.

"I'm sorry, Sakura-sama, it was my fault."

Shirakawa, with his bandaged hands catching the dripping soup, slowly extended the hamburger patty once more.

Midori gently bit a piece of meat with her small lips, leaving a row of tiny teeth marks on the flesh. She chewed it gently, her face beaming with joy and happiness.

Delicious!

The significant height difference, coupled with Mitsu Sakura's petite figure and small fangs, gave Shirakawa the illusion of feeding a kitten.

Moreover, the enormous ravine, a vast expanse of white, was clearly visible to Shirakawa from his vantage point.

Mitsu Sakura was completely unaware that Shirakawa's gaze had unconsciously shifted away.

"Ah." Midori Sakura opened her mouth slightly again.

The same action was repeated again.

After repeating this several times, Mido Sakura ate the entire hamburger patty.

Curry sauce still clung to Shirakawa's fingers.

Midori Sakura looked at the thick curry sticking to Shirakawa's hand, which had gathered into droplet shapes, and for some reason, she suddenly took a mouthful of it.

The little tongue kept nibbling and greedily sucking.