Supernatural/Anime Crossover: Where Did My Romantic Comedy Go?

I need to breathe on my skin.

As a seasoned office worker, this was the first time that Toru Kujo had experienced such emotions.

Close the classroom door directly.

Then, under the girl's wary and nervous gaze, he pulled a chair from the corner, placed it opposite her, and sat down.

Eyes facing each other.

The atmosphere between the two plummeted to freezing point.

However, Kujo Toru didn't care at all.

Anyway, he only agreed to remove the calamity from the girl's body and incidentally gain some experience points.

His relationship with the person involved was not within his considerations.

The girl closed the book in her hand, her expression calm, and stood up.

A light, airy voice came from Kujo Toru's side:

"This is your clubroom, is it really okay to just leave like this?"

"A poor attempt at reverse psychology."

He gave a cold, indifferent comment.

But she sat back down.

Sunlight streaming in through the window pierced through the gaps, dividing the two people into two sides.

The girl was quietly reading a book.

Kujo Toru scribbled in his notebook, pondering how to improve his spells.

On the surface, life seems peaceful and serene, but in reality, undercurrents are surging.

The sun outside the window gradually set in the west.

The sky was dyed orange.

The melodious strains of "The Second Movement of the New World" drifted in from outside.

The girl, who had been sitting all day, closed her book and stretched.

Her slender waist and toned abdomen were briefly revealed beneath her uniform.

She glanced expressionlessly at Kujo Toru, who was still engrossed in writing something, then stood up, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and walked straight outside.

The echo of footsteps came from behind.

The two walked down the aisle, one in front of the other.

The shadows, stretched long by the setting sun, merged together.

In the days that followed, every afternoon at 3:30 when school ended, two figures would always appear in the unknown club classroom.

There was no communication.

Each person sat in their chair, immersed in their own world.

We would wait until dusk, then shoulder our schoolbags and leave together.

This process repeats itself.

It makes one wonder if these two are NPCs that refresh periodically.

Another day has come to an end.

The girl closed the book in the sunset.

He picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

Kujo Toru followed closely behind her like her shadow.

Walk through the corridor and down the stairs until you reach the entrance of the special building.

The shadow of the shoe cabinet was stretched long by the setting sun, running between the two of them.

The girl turned around, her bright eyes flashing with anger as she glared at Kujo Toru:

"I agreed."

Kujo Toru looked up at her.

Service Department.

The name is strange, and the club itself is even stranger.

The activity involves extending a helping hand to those in need and accepting various requests from students; once accepted, these requests must be fulfilled.

It's very similar to the behavior pattern of Kujo Toru when accepting offerings from others.

From this perspective, they might be the same type of person.

"So, how many commissions have been completed so far?"

Listening to the girl's story, Toru Kujo asked a crucial question.

"..."

An unbearable silence.

The girl turned her head away and reluctantly began to speak:

"zero."

What a disgraceful guy.

Thinking to himself, Kujo Toru extended his hand:

"Since we're both in the same club, let's get to know each other. What's your full name?"

The girl froze, and for a moment a look of utter surprise crossed her face.

But soon, that expression turned into extreme displeasure.

His eyes were sharp as knives, fixed on Kujo Toru's face.

He looked like he'd stepped on a landmine.

"Yukishita, Yukino."

In the end, the girl revealed her full name.

Along with her voice came a butterfly that wobbled and drifted in.

Its wings were jet black, covered with dark blue patterns.

They fluttered around her.

At the same time, a bright red envelope slid out of her shoe cabinet.

Book 1: Chapter 26 The Idol

A very strange butterfly.

Kujo Toru frowned.

It is neither a living being, nor a vengeful spirit, nor a monster.

Its form of existence is more like a product of curses or spells.

He stretched out his hand, his palm glowing with a shimmering spiritual light, attempting to capture the peculiar butterfly.

However, before that, a dazzling golden light had already risen from Yukino Yukinoshita.

fleeting.

There were no other figures in the air.

Only the setting sun illuminated the two of them.

It was once again the protection of that unknown deity.

Kujo Toru fell into deep thought.

It just seems to have less power compared to last Friday.

The stench of death emanating from her seemed a little stronger...

What do you want to do?

His cold words interrupted his thoughts.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him calmly.

And the hand that was about to touch her shoulder.

"I want to see the letter."

Kujo Toru showed no embarrassment whatsoever, and quite naturally changed direction, taking the crimson envelope from her hand.

"There's nothing to see here. It's just some threatening talk."

Yukino Yukinoshita crouched down to change her shoes, responding casually:

"Anyway, I'm used to these kinds of things, like throwing thumbtacks into shoes, stuffing dead birds into shoe cabinets, or wetting shoes with water. It's actually quite innocent to slip in a threatening letter..."

She suddenly raised her head, looked at Kujo Toru, and narrowed her eyes:

"What's with that pitying look on your face?"

"I just feel sorry for the person who sent this letter."

Kujo Toru waved the letter in his hand, and at the same time tidied his expression.

The letter ended up in his own hands, and Yukino Yukinoshita couldn't see it, which is quite pitiful in a way.

"Really? What's it about?"

"love letter."

Kujo Toru told him the truth.

The contents of the letter, overall, do indeed reflect this.

An anonymous person wrote a letter full of words expressing love and then invited me to meet at Chiba Park on Saturday morning to discuss the matter in detail.

If you disregard the eerie butterfly, it's generally a fairly standard love letter, though it reeks of a pyramid scheme.

Any normal person would probably not actually go and accept the invitation.

"That would be even more boring."

After changing her shoes, Yukino Yukinoshita picked up her bag and walked out of the school building.

I got into the Toyota Century that had been waiting outside, and then drove off.

Boring? It really is quite boring.

Kujo Toru folded the letter back up and put it back in his bag.

Meanwhile, Natsukawa Masuzu, who was far away at Haneyama High School, made the exact same comment as Yukino Yukinoshita after opening the envelope and seeing its contents:

"You're too scared to even confess your feelings to my face?"

He crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Out of her sight, a black-winged butterfly flew in from afar, circled the trash can a few times, and then pounced on her.

The amulet I wore close to my neck felt slightly warm.

Azure spiritual energy emanated from it, condensing into a finger-length sword in mid-air, which flew straight out and sliced ​​the black-winged butterfly in two without any hindrance.

Natsukawa Masaki was unaware of these unusual occurrences, and simply sighed softly:

"I still don't know which school that guy goes to; I couldn't get any information out of him..."

Blending in with the crowd of people returning home from school, the girl's elfin-like beauty attracted many eyes.

Her silver hair fluttered as her skirt billowed in the wind.

Her azure eyes were slightly vacant.

Suddenly, a strange pendant caught her eye.