Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

This time, Ito was certain that the other party was really framing him. He hadn't spoken to Takikawa that afternoon, so how could he have cheated on him?

"To be precise, Asada-senpai was also involved..." Mori seemed to be recalling something, while Shunbain secretly observed Ito's reaction. "Oh~ the student council president was also involved."

"I-Is that so?" Hearing the names of the two people behind him, Ito's heart clenched.

It wasn't fear; he was never afraid!

I'm just worried that my neglect of Asada will be exposed.

After all, Ito would really feel guilty and ashamed when faced with Asada's trusting gaze.

"Senior, aren't you curious about what they told me?"

"What did you say?" Ito smelled the unique aroma of cocoa, his mouth feeling slightly sweet.

"Huh? Senior seems to care a lot."

"...Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't say it."

"Really?" Mori asked, leaning closer to Ito like an outstanding graduate who had just returned from studying at the Demon Academy. Her voice was slow and deliberate. "Senpai, do you really not want to know? You don't want to know even a little bit?"

That guy!

The cocoa flavor was replaced by the floral and fruity aroma. Ito looked at Mori's confident face with resentment, feeling that he was still too young.

Please tell me!

Everything is for a better tomorrow, that's the only way Ito could console himself.

Hehe~!

Another great victory for Mori!

"Because my senior didn't come to rehearsal today. Then the president came over again to deliver some documents, asking me and my senior to give them to the basketball coach, but actually I didn't want to go if my senior wasn't there."

“I didn’t even want to participate in rehearsals anymore. But,” Mori changed the subject, “Takikawa-senpai told me that the senior was in the gym, and I immediately ran over there!”

"Wait a minute." Ito listened for a while, and it seemed completely different from what he had imagined. "What does that have to do with Asada?"

"Senior, your plan for today was to rehearse with Asada-senpai. But after you left, and I ran away too, does that mean Asada-senpai now has someone to rehearse with?"

That's true, but...

Looking at the food on the table, and thinking of everyone still rehearsing in the activity room, Ito suddenly felt a sense of guilt towards Asada.

He quickly shook his head; the idea was too terrifying.

"And what about jealousy?"

"I saw it all!" Mori broke the fries in his hand in half with his thumb, dismembering them. "What happened on the rooftop between Senpai and Asada-senpai."

So that's why. Ito breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Mori exuded an aggressive aura, as if Ito wouldn't be able to leave this couples' beverage shop unscathed until he gave a reasonable explanation.

"Sir, your tonkotsu ramen is ready!"

Never before have I felt the shop assistant's enthusiasm as wonderful as I do now.

The steaming hot tonkotsu ramen interrupted Mori's questioning.

"Let's eat noodles first." Ito managed to squeeze out these words, finally feeling relieved that he had escaped again.

Escaping may be shameful, but it can be useful!

"Can......"

Mori's face was obscured by the mist, making it difficult to see clearly. She broke the bamboo chopsticks apart and clasped her hands together.

After the usual "I'm starting," Mori suddenly looked up at Ito's face.

"Actually, none of that matters. None of it matters. Jealousy and all that was just me making things up."

"I just want to come here for a date with my senior, a date just for the two of us."

Chapter 170 Cheating Comes at a Price

In the Middle Ages, witches who recklessly stirred up people's emotions would be burned alive.

“You should be glad you live in the modern world.” Ito glanced at Mori wiping his mouth, which was covered in ketchup.

"You're so long-winded, Ito-senpai." Mori, who hadn't even touched the tiramisu, handed it to Ito. "Can't even dessert shut you up?"

This dessert was clearly not meant for him, but since the other party had already asked, he could only reluctantly accept it.

Mori no longer is Asada; she doesn't have that stomach that's supposedly a four-dimensional pocket.

Besides the extra-large portion of fries, I only ate a small bite of the tonkotsu ramen. At least Ito couldn't see any difference from when it was first served.

"Girls like me are the normal ones, right?"

Mori walked out of the beverage shop arm in arm with Ito, while Ito carried a package of tiramisu in her other hand.

So who are these "abnormal" girls?

"I want to try things that look good, but if they don't taste good, I'll only have a small taste."

"Besides," Mori said, recalling the taste of that bowl of tonkotsu ramen, his face contorted with pain, "you really can't trust anything at a couples' drink shop except for desserts."

"They smelled terrible, like socks that hadn't been washed in ages."

There's no need to describe its taste.

"Well, it's time for me to go back," Ito said, parting ways with Mori after they had walked for a while.

"Are you really going back? Then be careful on your way, senior." Mori was surprisingly agreeable and didn't try to stop him.

It seems the other party really took what was said at noon today to heart, or at least considered making a change.

Just as Ito said goodbye to her and hadn't taken more than a few steps, he heard Mori exclaim in surprise, followed by the soft sound of rummaging through things.

run!

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Ito immediately took a step forward; he absolutely could not stay here any longer.

"Senior~" A pitiful tone, tinged with disappointment, Mori had somehow appeared behind Ito.

She grabbed Ito's clothes, and his idea of ​​escaping was doomed before it could even be realized.

"..." Ito did not reply, nor did he turn around.

He was acutely aware that if he turned back, he would be facing a huge problem.

"Senior~!" Mori emphasized, and the force in his hand also increased, almost tearing Ito's clothes apart.

"If you don't mind me crying and being seen by so many people..."

Seeing that Ito still didn't intend to pay attention to him, Mori stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear.

"If this causes unnecessary misunderstandings for others, will my senior mind?" Mori was talking to himself, genuinely considering what would happen if this situation occurred.

hateful!

"Sorry, I was just spacing out." Ito turned his head, as if he had just heard Mori's voice. "What happened?"

Mori stared at Ito for a moment, then opened his bag.

"Look, senior." She handed her bag to Ito. "I forgot my keys!"

What's with that arrogant tone? And besides a handkerchief, a small mirror, and a wallet, why is this bag so clean?

Ito's eyes darted to the hidden pocket in Mori's skirt; her intuition told her that the key was definitely hidden there.

"Could it be you?"

"No." Mori shook his head and reached into his pocket.

The crisp sound of the key rang out without hesitation, confirming that it was indeed in that spot.

"No, thank you." Admiral Mori took both hands out of his pockets and then opened them. "There's nothing here."

They're not even going to act anymore.

Ito stared at Mori, trying to make him have a change of heart.

“Even if you think that way, the key won’t appear,” Mori said firmly.

“How about…” Mori’s cat-like eyes began to gleam with cunning, “senpai, you can come and look for it yourself.”

"Maybe the key really is waiting for the senior to find it in the skirt pocket~"

......

Exhausted, I returned to my lodgings. The battle of wits with Mori was simply too exhausting.

"Welcome back, Ito."

This can be seen from the fact that Asada got home earlier than Ito, who skipped club activities.

"Yes, I'm back." Ito lay down on the sofa, letting her body and mind rest for a while.

"Welcome back, Ito."

“Uh… I’m back.” Although I didn’t understand why Asada said it twice, Ito still responded.

"Welcome back, Ito."

"..."

Asada knelt on the sofa, to Ito's right. She had changed into casual clothes and had her hair pulled up high.

"Welcome back, Ito~" Asada drawled, her eyes crinkling, a smile on her face that sent a chill down Ito's spine.

“Welcome back, Asada,” Ito replied awkwardly, hiding his face behind the cardboard box containing the tiramisu.

He slowly rose and moved, as if he were in some strange tale of rules.

Although the cardboard box in front of him completely obscured Asada's figure, Ito could still feel that the other person was watching him.

"I'm going back to my room to rest now." As soon as he put the cardboard box on the table, Ito slipped into his room.

Before he could even close the door completely, he hid on the other side of the bed, took out his phone, and opened his chat with Takikawa.

Ito: "What happened during rehearsal? Asada is acting so strange!"