I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Although she wasn't familiar with Fujiwara Izaya.

but……

Is it wrong to have double standards?

The junior's indifferent appearance was completely different from the one he had seen that night. Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but look up. At this moment, Kasahara Asuka seemed to have a superior aura, but it was not malicious or aggressive. It was just like looking down at the tiny street scene from high above with a neutral attitude.

"Ikeda-san," Kasahara Asuka's usually calm tone softened slightly, "is there anything else?"

"Um, I..." Ikeda Seiji couldn't speak, his face flushed red, looking quite anxious and uneasy.

Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt very happy.

Compared to this, it seems that my slightly flustered performance when I first faced Asuka-chan wasn't too bad, at least a hundred times better than the little monk who couldn't even speak.

Kasahara Asuka ignored Ikeda Seiji and turned her gaze back to Fujiwara Izaya, her eyes sparkling with a smile.

"Idiot, what are you doing there!" Masami Koike shouted from the other table. "Come here quickly, you're blocking those two from getting to know each other."

Seiji Ikeda breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his plate, gave Izaya Fujiwara a look that said "this woman is scary", and darted to Masami Koike's table.

With no one else around, Kasahara Asuka's face immediately lit up with a cute smile, a stark contrast to her previous haughty and arrogant demeanor.

The speed at which his expression changed made Fujiwara Izaya instantly become alert.

"Kasahara-kun," he asked tentatively, "what can I do for you?"

Kasahara Asuka cutely clasped her hands to her chest: "Just call me Asuka."

Her voice is particularly sweet and soft, like the voice of a cute anime girl.

Fujiwara Izaya leaned back slightly, creating what he considered a safe distance, and stared at her without saying a word.

"I said, senior..."

Kasahara Asuka put her hands on her hips, leaned forward, and pressed her nose very close to his: "Even if you like someone, you can't steal their stockings. That's a perverted thing to do!"

The familiar scent of citrus wafted into his nostrils. Fujiwara Izaya sniffed it and asked, "Why do you say I stole it?"

"Someone took a picture!"

As she spoke, Kasahara Asuka turned on her phone screen, and in the photo on it, there were indeed two pairs of stockings on the edge of Fujiwara Izaya's drawer.

"Looks like there's no way to deny it now," Fujiwara Izaya sighed softly.

"Tell me, how do you plan to apologize, senpai?" Kasahara Asuka sat down opposite him, gracefully crossing her long legs.

Fujiwara Rinya noticed that she was wearing white stockings, and her legs were long and beautiful.

After admiring the beautiful legs for a few seconds, he turned his attention back to the fragrant fried pork chop and focused on eating.

Having gained experience from the conversation and information about her, Fujiwara Rin would no longer be caught off guard like he was during their first meeting.

"It tastes pretty good, huh?" Asuka Kasahara asked with a cheerful smile.

"It's really good, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, leaving a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth." Fujiwara Rinya swallowed a bite of fried pork cutlet, picked up the lemon water next to him and took a sip. "The key is that it's cheap, only 500 yen a serving, and it also comes with a fried egg and vegetables, and unlimited rice. It's simply the only conscience of this noble school."

"Who told you to say that?" Kasahara Asuka sat up straight, blinking her big, watery eyes. "When you're with a cute girl like Asuka, do you only care about the taste of the food, senpai?"

"Playing cute doesn't work on me!" Fujiwara Izaya replied calmly.

"Humph!"

Kasahara Asuka glared at him unhappily, then revealed a sly smile, staring at him with interest: "How about answering a few questions, or I'll spread the word that you stole your socks, senpai."

"Excuse me."

In exchange for 5000 points and a ten-pull, Fujiwara Izaya readily agreed.

Kasahara Asuka, resting her chin on her hands, asked in a very cute manner, "Who is senpai?"

"Ordinary people."

People who portray themselves as ordinary are often untrustworthy.

"You watch Fitzgerald too?"

Asuka Kasahara shook her head: "I don't watch Fitzgerald, but I watch Leonardo."

“I watch Leonardo DiCaprio too,” Fujiwara Izaya nodded and said with a smile, “especially the scene of him running around shirtless with a water gun in the sunlight. When I sit here and think about it, all I can think about is what I’ll be like when I’m forty.”

"Haha, are you saying you're as handsome as a young Leonardo DiCaprio?"

"No, I'm very modest."

Fujiwara Izaya straightened his back, put his hands in his pockets, and made a gesture that said, "I'm used to being the center of attention."

He really does look very handsome. Kasahara Asuka raised the corners of her mouth and squinted her eyes: "Your way of speaking is quite interesting. Please keep communicating with Asuka in this way from now on!"

Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head, drinking lemonade through a straw, too lazy to respond.

Chapter 17. The Bitchy Junior

In the noisy cafeteria, Asuka Kasahara rested her chin on her hand, staring at Izaya Fujiwara with a curious smile.

"Isn't the senior telling the truth?"

"I really am just an ordinary person," Fujiwara Izaya replied sincerely. "Born into an ordinary family, with an ordinary face, ordinary grades, and ordinary thoughts. I didn't intentionally label myself as such; I genuinely believe I'm an ordinary person. Have you discovered something extraordinary about me?"

Kasahara Asuka didn't say a word, but stared at him with her clear eyes, watching him slowly sip his lemonade for a while, and then smile mischievously.

"Okay, let's change the subject. Haven't we met somewhere before this week?"

"No." Fujiwara Izaya answered truthfully, biting his straw. "If I had seen a girl as eye-catching as you before, I would definitely remember you immediately, but before that night, I had no impression of you at all."

"Huh, why would you say something like that, senior?"

Kasahara Asuka hesitated for a moment, then quickly leaned back, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and said warily, "Senpai, you're trying to make me happy by praising me so you can start your conquest, right? I'm really sorry, although that would make me happy and you're handsome enough, fundamentally speaking, I could never be attracted to a pervert who steals stockings. Please give up on that idea!"

"...?"

Fujiwara Izaya, biting on his straw, was somewhat dumbfounded.

This barrage of rejections, delivered with the precision of a machine gun, is something she's mastered to the extreme. She must be the legendary professional hairpin-wielding girl!

and also!

You were the one who gave me those stockings!

"Hey, Asuka~"

At the dining table over there, Masami Koike shouted, "Hurry up and chat, we've all finished eating!"

Kasahara Asuka waved her hand in that direction, meaning "I understand".

As she raised her hand, Fujiwara Rinya noticed that her nails were painted with clear nail polish, their crystal-clear appearance resembling some kind of delicious jelly.

“Eh, senpai,” Kasahara Asuka turned to look at Fujiwara Izaya, her nails intentionally or unintentionally resting on her sexy, alluring cherry-colored lips, “Although you don’t remember me, I’ve been following you for a long time.”

"why?"

"I think my senior is a very interesting person."

"This reason is insufficient."

"Then let me give you a more convincing reason."

Kasahara Asuka narrowed her eyes slightly, clenched her fists and placed them in the middle of her chest, and spoke in a voice as soft as a nightingale's.

"Over the past year, you completed a total of 120 exorcism requests, averaging one every three days. Nearly half of them were D-rank requests, and according to the official records of the Onmyoji Bureau, you haven't even taken the lower-rank priest exam! Can you tell me how you completed these requests?"

Fujiwara Izaya listened attentively and then gave his answer.

"People's constitutions are different. In a fit of extreme anger, I tore dozens of monsters apart with my bare hands, and I was even courted by vengeful spirits..."

"Senior~!"

Kasahara Asuka puffed out her cheeks in anger and gripped the edge of the table with both hands.

Just as she was about to flip the table, Fujiwara Izaya quickly changed his tune: "I have a shikigami."

"What shikigami?"

"It's a secret!" Fujiwara Izaya put down his chopsticks and wiped his lips with a napkin.

Kasahara Asuka rested her chin on her hand, staring at him while laughing, "Tell me, senpai—"

When a cute, delicate girl starts to act coquettishly, it gives you goosebumps.

Is she planning to seduce someone?

Fujiwara Izaya would bet a semester's worth of living expenses that any mentally and physically healthy boy would willingly become her toy after she called him that.

"Kasahara-san, you're like a candle."

"Huh, why do you say that?"

"Useful parts are all for showing off..." Fujiwara Izaya said seriously, "They can illuminate the path for teenage boys."

Kasahara Asuka smiled cutely and tossed her hair with her hand: "Could you light up for me, senpai?"

"No." Fujiwara Izaya was unmoved by the teasing.

"I see……"

Kasahara Asuka murmured to herself, then looked at Fujiwara Izaya with an incredulous gaze: "I think what you're doing is very wrong, senpai."

"why?"

Stared at by her strange gaze, Fujiwara Izaya felt himself becoming strange as well.

Kasahara Asuka's glistening lips curled into a beautiful smile: "Excessive self-protection, huh!"

She was smiling, but her tone was somewhat cold, carrying a hint of sarcasm. However, after blinking her narrowed eyes a couple of times, she immediately reverted to her innocent and adorable girlish demeanor, as if she hadn't said those words at all.

Fujiwara Izaya raised his hand to look at his watch and said to her, "I'm going back to the classroom."

"Mmm," Kasahara Asuka said in a rather obedient tone, speaking in a coquettish voice, "I've already mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation, senpai, won't you introduce yourself properly?"

"Fujiwara Izaya, seventeen years old, no cavities. From Nagano Prefecture, currently living in Tokyo, owns land but no house. He is a high school student by profession and a part-time shrine priest. He takes on services such as exorcism, gardening, appliance repair, private tutoring, singing in bars, scrap recycling, and raising shikigami."

"You can actually joke around with such a serious face." Kasahara Asuka exclaimed in amazement, looking at him with the eyes of someone looking at some kind of endangered animal: "Senpai is such a strange person. If you ever write an autobiography, please be sure to add this sentence."

"If possible, I'll definitely add it."

"Hey, let's add each other on Line." Asuka Kasahara took out her phone and looked at him with a smile.