Kitahara Iori's shoulders trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes. These must be tears of emotion—his sincerity had finally been acknowledged.
"I... haven't had a proper night's sleep since I got here..."
(￣д￣;)?
Beside him, Tokito looked puzzled. He clearly remembered Iori sleeping quite soundly the last two times.
"If you paid attention in class, your sleep should be more than enough."
(￣д￣;)?
This time, Shiro was the one confused. Bastard! What do you take the sacred act of attending class for?! Of course, this mainly hit Shiro where it hurt, he was the type to sleep in class too...
Still… you should apologize to your parents for wasting their tuition money!
Kitahara Iori ignored Tokito. He was too shaken.
"Now that I think about it, I really haven't set foot in my own room..."
"Exactly~
I understand that becoming a college student makes you want to go out and have fun, but staying out for three nights straight isn't okay~
Tonight, just stay home and sleep properly~"
Nanaka wagged her finger at Kitahara Iori as she spoke. After all, his aunt and uncle had entrusted him to them, so they had to take responsibility.
"That's great, Kitahara! Nanaka-nee is so kind. Now you don't have to avoid sleeping at home just to avoid bothering others!"
Shiro patted Kitahara on the shoulder, deeply moved. Although Kitahara didn't deserve such kindness, this outcome was still a happy one.
"What the hell are you imagining?! Are you sure I didn't go home because I didn't want to?!"
Kitahara's forehead veins popped at Shiro's absurd words. This guy never fails to say something ridiculous!
"But Nanaka-nee is right. Tonight, I'll obediently stay home."
Suddenly, Kitahara spun around and looked at the two seniors and Shiro with a smug expression.
"As you can see, I won't be attending tonight. That's fine, right?"
The two seniors sighed in resignation.
"Well, there's no helping it."
"Iori can't attend, huh..."
"Wait... Can you guys at least let go of me before saying that?"
Shiro's face darkened. After Kitahara declared he wouldn't be attending, Shiro somehow found himself tied up!
"Well, it can't be helped."
"If Iori isn't going, then Shiro has to! We promised to introduce the freshmen!"
"..."
Thank you so much! That was completely unnecessary!
Shiro shot a murderous glare at Kitahara. It was all this bastard's fault!
"Oh my, I truly, deeply, incredibly regret not being able to attend the drinking party tonight!"
At this moment, Kitahara Iori had the most infuriatingly smug face. Not only had he dodged the drinking party, but he also successfully screwed over Shiro.
This feeling was amazing! Praise be to Nanaka-nee! Praise be to my long-lost, never-before-seen bedroom!
"It's fine, there's nothing we can do about it."
"Tonight's drinking party is an exchange event with Aomi Women's University, so we won't be short on people anyway."
"..."
Silence.
Not only did Iori fall silent, but Shiro also froze in place.
BANG!
Shiro suddenly broke free from the ropes restraining him.
And in just one second, no one knew how, but he had somehow acquired a can of hairspray and a rose.
With the rose clenched between his teeth, he carefully adjusted the hairstyle he had miraculously styled in just one second.
"I believe we should head straight to the party venue. After all, gentlemen should always arrive early when meeting ladies."
"Ah, I see. Well then, let's go."
"It can't be helped. The guests canceled, and Iori couldn't join anyway."
BANG!
A loud noise erupted behind them, making all three turn around in curiosity.
There, Kitahara Iori was kneeling in a perfect seiza position before Nanaka. His clothes were neatly folded beside him, leaving him in nothing but his underwear!
"I've already gone this far, so please have mercy on me!"
Iori pleaded with extreme sincerity, making Nanaka feel slightly flustered.
Shiro sneered at Kitahara. As expected, this guy from an all-boys high school completely lost his rationality the moment he heard "women's university."
Such a pathetic display, Kitahara Iori!
"I… I've finally realized what kind of club I actually joined!"
"Isn't it the diving club?"
"No! I refuse to believe I joined such a club!"
"..."
Well, at the very least, Kitahara Iori had one redeeming quality, his attitude shift was incredibly fast. He'd make a great doorman.
"So please, Nanaka-senpai! Let me go to the drinking party!"
Nanaka looked flustered, not just because of his seiza posture but also due to his nearly naked body!
"Uh… first, put on your clothes and lift your head."
"And why did you even take your clothes off…?"
Even Chisa couldn't help but comment. Who strips down just to make a request?
Maybe in doujinshi…
Shiro silently thought about how this scene resembled something out of a doujinshi. But in those, it's usually a beautiful girl! Kitahara Iori, get lost!
"This is a display of my pure and honest sincerity!"
More like an act of perversion and intimidation!
The righteous Shiro decided to record this moment. This could be future evidence against Kitahara Iori. After all, that guy still hadn't paid back his debt, it was about time to charge some interest!
"Listen, Iori-kun, I understand that you want to have fun as a college student, but this kind of lifestyle isn't good!"
"But…!!"
"No means no! Your parents entrusted me to take care of you, so I can't let you go astray!"
"Please, just this once!"
"No way! Tonight, Iori-kun, you will properly unpack your luggage!"
"..."
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In an empty room on the second floor, four people sat cross-legged.
"So, what do you guys think is the best way to get permission?"
Kitahara propped his chin on his hands, deep in thought.
"Forget it. She made it pretty clear."
"Want some help unpacking?"
"Fake your death?"
"Oh… faking my death, huh…"
Iori pondered for a moment before instantly appearing in front of Shiro. "You bastard! Are you telling me to die for real?! What kind of normal person suggests that?!"
"You idiot! I was just coming up with ideas! Think about it, escaping from a hospital is way easier than escaping from home, isn't it?"
"I see… that makes sense."
Hearing this, Iori let go of Shiro and started seriously considering the plan's feasibility.
"He's actually thinking about it…"
"Man, young people these days are even wilder than we thought."
Tokita and Kotobuki looked on in amazement.
"Any other suggestions?"
"How about paraquat?"
"You bastard, you're still trying to kill me!"
Iori exploded again, realizing that for a moment, he had actually been considering this scumbag's idea!
"Maybe we should just give up…"
"No way! I won't give up!"
This time, Iori's determination was unwavering in front of his two seniors!
"What exactly is giving you this much motivation?"
"It's a little embarrassing to say… but it's my sexual desire!"
"Wow, that's really embarrassing."
"Hah, virgin."
"You bastard!!!"
Iori couldn't take it anymore. Shiro's mocking sneer completely shattered his rationality.
The two immediately started wrestling, using the dirtiest, most disgraceful moves possible. It was a fight unfit for the eyes.
"Alright, alright, calm down now."
In the end, it was Kotobuki's overwhelming strength that separated them.
"Anyway, how about we start by organizing your luggage?"
"Yeah, if you do that, maybe Nanaka will agree."
But Iori felt like something was still missing.
"No! That's not enough!"
"Not enough?"
"Probably not."
"Then, you just need to transform your room into the perfect space for a man who can stand on his own!"
Kotobuki declared with absolute confidence.
"But even if you say that…"
Iori started to agree with him, but the problem was; what exactly did a real man's room look like?
Slap!
Shiro's hand landed firmly on Iori's shoulder, his voice filled with assurance.
"Don't worry, Kitahara. You have your seniors here! Can't you tell? These two are the epitome of independent, reliable men!"
Iori flinched and turned to look at them. True enough, no matter how he looked at it, they were mature, fully-fledged men!
Proud of being praised, the two seniors thumped their chests.
"For our adorable junior, we'll lend you a hand!"
"Let's create a room that, at a glance, screams 'I'm a real man'!"
"Senpai…!!!"
Iori was so moved he almost cried. He had misunderstood them all this time!
"Alright, go take a break outside for a bit. Trust us. We'll take care of everything. Just make sure to be my wingman later, got it?"
Shiro draped his arm over Iori's shoulder and led him to the door.
Iori was so touched that he immediately pulled 10,000 yen from his pocket. He had misjudged Shiro before!
Shiro, seeing this unexpected income, casually stuffed the money into his pocket.
Kitahara Iori, debt remaining: 90,000 yen!
"Alright, I'll leave it to you guys!"
"Don't worry, we'll give you the ultimate man's room!"
BAM!
The door shut. The nuisance was gone. Now…
The three men inside the room exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with excitement!