Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

I don't know what Ito did to offend the other party, but the rice ball was filled with wasabi.

I don't know where to start.

Besides, eating a piece of fruit candy that Takikawa handed me isn't a capital offense, is it?

"But if it were me, I would also be happy to accept Takikawa-senpai's kindness." Mori-gami narrowed her violet eyes and a sweet smile appeared on her lips.

"Takikawa-senpai came all this way today and dressed up so nicely, you must be very tired." Her voice was gentle. "The film crew must be very busy, right? Are you going back soon, senpai? It wouldn't be good if it delayed the filming schedule."

The order to leave was practically an open invitation.

However, Takikawa seemed completely oblivious to the implied meaning, and instead smiled even more brightly, even deliberately taking another half step closer to Ito.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Chinatsu-senpai, but it's okay! Ito has always been very supportive of my work, so the crew gave me a whole day off this time so I could properly 'repay' his support."

She emphasized the word "repay," glancing meaningfully at Ito.

Support? If sending a custom-made theme song to director Hasegawa counts.

This action successfully made the candy in Mori's hand crunch.

In anime, the two would be depicted with crackling electric sparks to represent the sweet yet dangerous tension in the air.

Caught in the middle, Ito felt a chill run down his spine and tried to quietly move back to find a gap to slip away.

He had absolutely no desire to get involved in these pointless wars between women.

Just a second ago we were like best friends, but now every word we say is practically stung by an invisible bee.

It's terrifying how peaceful and amiable they seem on the surface.

But as soon as he made a move, Mori and Takikawa moved to the side simultaneously with perfect coordination, one to the left and one to the right, completely blocking all his possible escape routes.

Mori even reached out and gently tugged at his sleeve, seemingly affectionately but actually with a hidden warning.

Ito: "......"

He now misses Shinno and Fujikawa, who were just kicked out of the activity room, terribly.

He peered through the gap between the two men for help, but they turned away as if they hadn't seen anything.

You could vaguely hear them deliberately exchanging nonsense about "mathematics" and "history" at a loud voice.

I have never felt happy being surrounded by beautiful girls.

Just as things were at a stalemate, and Ito felt like he was about to be roasted by the eye contact between the two girls,

"Whoa—!"

A sudden exclamation came from Xia Rikui in the activity room, her voice filled with undisguised amazement and admiration.

The exclamation instantly broke the eerie triangular standoff in the corridor, completely drawing Ito's attention.

Finally, I got a chance to catch my breath in this suffocating hell.

Almost simultaneously, the sliding door of the activity room was pulled open from the inside with a "whoosh".

Xia Rikui was the first to lean out, adjusting her decorative black-rimmed glasses.

Her face was filled with pride and a sense of accomplishment, as if she had completed a masterpiece of art. Her gaze swept over the Barbie doll that she had dressed up earlier, and a sense of pride welled up within her.

She didn't speak immediately, but instead winked mysteriously at Ito and the two people in the corridor.

Then, like a stage announcer, he gracefully stepped aside, revealing the figure behind him.

Asada Sakura slowly walked out of the activity room.

She seemed a little shy, her head slightly lowered, her hands awkwardly twisted in front of her, and her steps a little hesitant.

But when she stepped completely out the door, stood still in the natural light of the corridor, and slowly raised her head.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Fairy......?

No, it's Asada.

She wasn't wearing a particularly glamorous or extravagant gown, but rather an exquisitely designed stage outfit that perfectly suited her personality.

The main color scheme is her preferred soft hues, but the details are embellished with just the right amount of bright colors and sparkling elements, so that it is neither too plain nor too gaudy.

The cut perfectly accentuates her youthful and energetic figure, while the curve of the skirt is both playful and elegant.

Although her hairstyle and makeup were simple, they made her already pure and lovely features even more captivating.

Her eyes held a shy charm, yet possessed a captivating allure.

I have a feeling of being possessed by a fox spirit.

Normally, Asada is as cute as the girl next door, but at this moment, she has a star quality that is both youthful and incredibly attractive, as if she is about to step onto the stage.

"You little rascal!" Mori complained under his breath.

"A vixen!" Takikawa retorted.

It's really...very good-looking.

For a moment, Ito forgot to breathe, his gaze fixed on her, even briefly ignoring the extremely complicated expressions on the faces of the two girls beside him.

"Scumbag!" ×2

The slander was automatically ignored; Ito was innocent and cleared of wrongdoing. He was merely offering his critical appreciation of his artist as a manager.

But it really is... very beautiful.

The last time he felt this amazing was at the maid café, when Sae Nagano gave him that feeling.

Unfortunately, marrying Nagano Sae means spending the rest of his life overshadowed by her.

"Is Ito-san stunned?" Xia Rikui shook her head. "A simple outfit can make Ito-san so infatuated. She's surprisingly easy to deal with."

"Please ask our dear manager for his opinion, Asada."

Summer Aoi gently nudged Asada's back with her hand, "Although the truth is already quite obvious."

Ito watched as Asada, gently nudged by Natsumi, walked towards him with a mixture of shyness and anticipation, like a kitten waiting for its owner's praise.

However, just as she took a few steps and was about to reach Ito, Takikawa and Mori should have consciously made way for her.

Just as Asada was trying to cross the "blockade" formed by Takikawa and Mori, the two girls exchanged a glance and instantly reached a tacit understanding.

Takikawa launched the first attack, stepping forward with a natural movement as if she were merely observing out of curiosity.

His fingers gently touched the small patch of snow-white collarbone exposed at the neckline of Asada's dress. The cool touch through her skin made Asada instinctively flinch.

Some of her touches were so bold that she even looked like a female hooligan.

"Hmm..." 'Rogue' Takikawa tilted his head, looking at him seriously, "This place still feels a bit empty."

Her fingers touched Asada's slightly warm earlobe again, rubbing it repeatedly. The sensitive earlobe immediately blushed even more deeply at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Earrings should also be matched.” She withdrew her hand, crossed her arms and thought for a moment. “When we get home tonight, I’ll take you to ‘borrow’ some of Hayakawa-nee’s collection to match. She has so many good things.”

This sounds like well-intentioned advice, but the phrase "go home tonight" and the word "borrow" subtly hint at a closer relationship and a kind of unspoken "sharing."

This instantly reduced the "uniqueness" that Asada was trying to establish to the level of "needing others to help with the matching".

Almost simultaneously, Mori also adopted an expression of utter sincere admiration, his violet eyes widening, his hands clasped together in front of his chest, and he exclaimed in a prayerful tone:

"Thank God I saw an angel! Asada-senpai, the moment you appeared, it was like seeing Venus. Even Ito-senpai was a little distracted!"

This is not something Mori would say. When has she ever been so cute? Her little mouth is always sweet as if it's been poisoned.

Playing the cute card might fool little boys, but they actually thought they could handle Asada.

As she spoke, she naturally took a half-step to the side, once again perfectly blocking Asada's gaze from Ito, and using body language to draw Ito's attention to herself.

"R-really?" Asada seemed to genuinely believe Mori's flattery.

It really looks good...

The combination of pushing and blocking, pulling and deflecting, was executed with fluid grace.

Asada's confidence, which she had just built up because of her new look, was instantly rendered useless in the face of these two highly skilled "opponents".

She opened her mouth, but faced with Takikawa's seemingly well-intentioned "plan" and Mori's overly enthusiastic "praise," she was momentarily at a loss for words and could only stand there helplessly, her cheeks turning even redder.

The proud peacock form lasted only a few minutes before being forced back into its original form by a powerful opponent.

She instinctively turned her pleading gaze toward where Ito had been standing, hoping to get some support or help.

Or even just a little bit of annotation would be fine.

However, her gaze suddenly froze; the corner was already empty.

Searching around, Ito was found to have quietly slipped away to the farthest corner of the activity room, where he was squatting with Naoto Shinno and Kaze Fujikawa, two other boys who had also been "squeezed out" of the activity room.

The three boys huddled together, their backs looking rather forlorn. Of course, Shinno and Fujikawa deliberately kept their distance from Ito, for everyone's joys and sorrows are different.

They seemed to be talking in hushed tones, with occasional heavy sighs escaping their lips, as if lamenting the hardships of life and the capriciousness of fate.

Asada: "......"

An indescribable sense of grievance and a small surge of anger welled up in my heart.

That guy! He always does the same thing! He runs away at the crucial moment!

As bystanders, Shinno and Fujikawa silently lit a candle in their hearts for Ito; this bastard was beyond saving.

Asada wanted to go over there, but Mori and Takikawa wouldn't give her the chance, so she could only watch as Ito and Shinno discussed something for a few moments before the three of them quietly left.

The maximum loss and the lose-lose situation are manifested at this moment.

Ito was certainly not fleeing out of fear of punishment, nor was he afraid because he sensed some kind of impending doom!

He had just learned from Shinno and Fujikawa that they too had been forcibly dragged to do manual labor by Natsumi as soon as get out of class ended, and hadn't had lunch either.

As the team leader, he felt it was his responsibility to take the two poor guys to replenish their energy and to bring some food to the group of girls.

I absolutely did not intend to run away! Absolutely not!

The three boys crouched low, tiptoed along the corridor like thieves, and finally managed to sneak to the corner, almost escaping the "battle zone".

However, just when they thought success was in sight, Shinno and Fujikawa's complaints suddenly stopped.

Ito felt the light above his head being blocked, and he slowly raised his head.

Sae Nagano stood quietly on the other side of the corner, her dark eyes calmly watching the three strangely positioned and sneaky guys.