Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

Eh?

Shiratori Saki knew that Fujiwara Matsu had given her the schedule, but she didn't know that Chiya Mio didn't.

Realizing this, she blushed instantly, lowered her head, and her mind raced.

You...you're blushing like a teapot!

Fujiwara Matsu, who could still struggle, suddenly lost the right to struggle. Shiratori Saki had already exposed everything that should and shouldn't have been exposed.

"It seems...when did you two become so close? Huh? Song?"

She spoke slowly and deliberately, a smile on her face. Fujiwara Matsu felt a chill run down his spine; he sensed the killing intent.

"Um, about the Ferris wheel last time? I forgot to tell you about the scheduling, sorry, Mio."

"Ah, after the Ferris wheel..."

Chiya Mio's smile froze. She felt like she had shot herself in the foot. Her eyes were fixed on Fujiwara Matsu.

She reached out and grabbed his collar.

"Miss, here you go, the work schedule."

Shiratori Saki walked over with the work schedule, unaware of the other meaning behind this action at this moment.

What a living father...

Seeing Shiratori Saki adding fuel to the fire, Fujiwara Matsu felt a sense of helplessness.

The expression on her maid's face was too clean, devoid of any jealousy or instigation, only loyalty and the lingering shyness. This made her, who was now filled with a nameless anger, unsure how to speak.

He could only turn and glare at Fujiwara Matsu, then guiltily looked away.

"Fujiwara Matsu!"

"Next time, I'll definitely tell you right away. Misaki, um, you can let go now."

Chiya Mio really wanted to kick Fujiwara Matsu a couple of times, but then she thought that this might be a reward for him, so she gave up the idea.

She moved closer, leaned close to Fujiwara Matsu's ear, and for the first time deliberately whispered intimately in front of Shiratori Saki:

"Remember the gift you promised me last time?"

"I remember, I remember!"

"If I'm not satisfied, you're dead!"

Then, she released him and spoke in front of both of them:

"From now on, Song, you have to tell me first if anything happens, okay?"

"Okay. Okay."

Shiratori Saki tilted her head to look at him, blinking her eyes.

Fujiwara-kun, next time, will you secretly tell me in advance?

But at that moment, Fujiwara Matsu was thinking about something else.

A gift?

He had already decided what to send, but he hadn't finished making it yet.

On the weekend, his room was filled with tools and materials, but at the time, Chiya Mio and Shiratori Saki were focused on the bookshelf and didn't notice the things in the game table.

After all, he's a veteran anime fan, so he has some experience with crafts.

I need to keep working on it after I get home, and I'll give it to her as soon as possible before the weekend.

I took out two clay figurines from the game table. They were actually quite well-made, considering they were just chibi-style figurines.

A small doll with black hair and black eyes sat on a chair with its legs crossed, while a blonde doll with a side ponytail. Fujiwara Matsu had been hesitant about whether to make this doll more realistic.

Forget it, if I were to actually recreate it, I'd probably get called a pervert again...

Although Shiratori-senpai probably wouldn't say that about me.

He planned to deliver the gifts separately to both of them, so as not to favor one over the other.

Fortunately, I had arranged to meet with Shiratori-senpai in advance.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't know how to get the other person out and then give them the gift; he couldn't find any excuse.

…………

The Chiya family.

It's time to rest.

Chiya Mio sat alone on her bed, preparing to rest.

Two knocks, neither too loud nor too soft, sounded on the door.

"Enter."

"Miss."

Since it was time to rest, Shiratori Saki wasn't wearing her maid outfit, but rather her usual casual home attire.

"Why are you here at this time, Saki?"

"Um, miss, could I take another day off this weekend?"

After a moment of silence, Chiya Mio looked up at her, her eyes filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

"Taking a vacation again? You must be exhausted lately. Well then, go ahead and get some rest."

She took a deep breath to calm herself and put on her signature smile.

"Thank you, miss."

The smile on her face disappeared as the door closed.

Another date with that guy alone, ugh...

Her hands clenched unconsciously, a dull feeling welling up inside her, but she couldn't bring herself to act like that towards Shiratori Saki.

Never mind, let them go. Next week... it'll be my turn.

No, I still have to go and see!

…………

The next day.

Good morning, Misaki.

Good morning, Song.

Something's not right, this guy is weird.

Although what happened this morning was no different from any other day, Fujiwara Matsu still noticed that something was wrong with him.

He could clearly sense that the other person's mood was a bit off; after all, this guy had always been the one to greet him first.

But he had already resolved the matter with the literary club yesterday, and Chiyo's emotions had calmed down afterwards.

However, he couldn't press the matter in front of his classmates.

Looking at the dolls in his drawer, he wasn't sure if the other person would be satisfied.

All around, they continued their gossiping conversation. They weren't as perceptive as Fujiwara Matsu, or perhaps they thought it was normal and moved on to other things.

"That girl in Class D, Grade 1..."

It's the same rumors as yesterday; it seems this is indeed the hottest topic at school lately.

Even Fujiwara Matsu, who had no interest in these things, remembered them.

Ando Ayaka, a student in Class 1-D, used to bully others and string boys along, but after being bullied herself, she hasn't come to school for several days.

Ayaka Ando?

A face subconsciously popped into Fujiwara Matsu's mind. He remembered the name when he was writing down the roster because the face had left a deep impression on him; it was very beautiful.

That's true; there's definitely a possibility she's stringing guys along...

As for the rest, he treated them all as rumors and never cared about them.

During lunch break, because it was getting hotter and hotter in the summer, he and Chiya Mio decided not to go up to the rooftop.

Instead, we took a lunch break at the literary society.

Looking at the two desks placed side by side, Fujiwara Matsu knew he didn't have much of a choice.

The bento box was put down, and Fujiwara Matsu took out a small doll and placed it in front of Chiya Mio.

Chiya Mio placed her hand on the doll first, picked it up, looked at it for a few moments, and her eyes sparkled.

"What is this, a pine tree?"

The girl's lips curled up slightly.

"Gift."

The doll spun around in her hand; she clearly liked it.

"Huh? Did you make this yourself? You can do these things too?"

whee.

Her tone was clearly surprised, somewhat taken aback by this new side of Fujiwara Matsunaga.

"I learned this on a whim. Are you satisfied with this gift?"

"Not satisfied."

Fujiwara Matsu's smile vanished instantly; no more giggling.

Noticing the sudden change in Fujiwara's expression, she broke into a bright smile, looking exceptionally happy:

"Just kidding, I really like it. Thank you."

Hearing her affirmative answer, Fujiwara Matsu breathed a sigh of relief.

"But this will take a long time, right? Why on the weekend?"

"You just didn't notice."

"That……"

Chiya Mio paused for a moment, then looked up and stared at him with a gaze full of pressure.

"Is this the only one? Do you have any others? For example, for Saki?"

No? You know that too?