Somewhere else, the "trash-tier" Ryo Yamada who was with Nijika Ijichi couldn't help but yawn.
Who was calling her just now?
Kamijou Mutsuki wasn't surprised at all by Bocchi's response.
After all, Ryo's name did sound rather gender-neutral.
"Trashy Ryo isn't here~"
Kamijou Mutsuki said with a smile.
"And looking for her wouldn't help anyway."
"Then… Kousaka Honoka?"
Hearing this, Bocchi realized she had guessed wrong and continued guessing.
"Do I look like a girl to you?"
Did he really resemble Honoka that much?
If so, when were his Kotori and Umi coming?
"You're… Kamijou Mutsuki?"
Hitori Gotoh finally realized she had been too nervous and muddle-headed earlier. With two options already eliminated, the remaining answer was obvious.
After all, he couldn't possibly be called Wakaba Mutsumi, right?
"Bocchi-chan,"
Although she had finally guessed his name correctly, the situation didn't improve at all.
"You wouldn't want to get kicked out before even seeing MyGO's performance, would you?"
"W-what… do you want?"
The weak, pitiful, and helpless Bocchi could only tremble in fear.
The outside world was just too scary. Staying at home was definitely better.
"It's simple. Just sign this."
Kamijou Mutsuki smiled as he handed over a white document.
Bocchi opened it—
And her pupils instantly shook.
A… a marriage registration form?!
W-was this the kind of plot you'd only see in manga?!
But someone like her—plain and lacking charm—could anyone really like her?
The girl slowly raised her head to look at Kamijou Mutsuki, her cheeks unconsciously turning red.
Just like how you could say Soyo Nagasaki worked part-time as a McDonald's mascot but could never say she wasn't pretty—the same applied to Kamijou Mutsuki.
Even Soyo Nagasaki's past evaluation of him was that this scumbag was flawless in appearance—what a pity he had a mouth.
A beautiful boy like he had walked straight out of a manga liking an ordinary, unremarkable girl like her—wasn't that just a classic manga plot?
Bocchi instinctively began acting out a little scene in her head.
"Woman,"
Kamijou Mutsuki, surrounded by imaginary flower effects, lifted Bocchi's chin and spoke in that deep, magnetic "deadly bubble voice."
"You're playing with fire~"
No no no no no!
Bocchi immediately waved her hand as if dispersing the imaginary scene, her face flushed red as she shook her head frantically.
This was only their first meeting!
How could things be this casual?
But for a girl like her, if she missed this chance, she might end up alone forever.
No, no—how could she think like that?
It had to be someone she truly liked!
But if even someone like Kamijou Mutsuki had a good impression of her, didn't that mean she was actually kind of charming?
Thinking of this, the girl started smiling foolishly to herself.
Meanwhile, standing opposite her, Kamijou Mutsuki raised an eyebrow as he watched the girl suddenly act like she was malfunctioning—shaking her head wildly, then laughing and crying, completely immersed in her own world.
But after noticing the contents of the document in her hands, he quickly understood.
"Sorry,"
The boy's slightly apologetic tone caused the girl to instantly turn gray.
"I gave you the wrong one. It's this."
He directly pulled the document from her hands and replaced it with another one.
Of course, no one would like a girl like me…
Thinking this with a hint of sadness, Bocchi lowered her head and looked at the new document.
Left side:
[Certificate of Legal Representative]
Right side:
[Project Completion Acceptance Application Form]
Bocchi: ?
What… is this?
What does "legal representative" mean?
And what does "project completion" have to do with her?
Although she couldn't understand it, the girl had a strong feeling that signing it would lead to something very bad.
"Um, I…"
Just as Bocchi was struggling with how to respond, an angel appeared.
"Mutsuki-kun,"
Even if she wasn't the Shimokitazawa Angel, the Mitakihara Angel would do just fine.
"Don't tease this child~"
Mami Tomoe stepped forward, smiling as she extended her hand.
"Hello, I'm Mami Tomoe. And you are…?"
"G-Gotoh Hitori!"
What was with this glow?
Wasn't it a bit too dazzling?
This was what a true beautiful girl looked like!
While feeling admiration, Bocchi also felt a bit inferior.
Only a girl this radiant would probably be liked by others, right?
"You're also… here to watch MyGO's performance?"
"Y-yes… MyGO… is very interesting."
"Then let's go together!"
Bocchi felt like she was about to be burned to ashes by this holy light.
On the other side, Kamijou Mutsuki glanced at the message on his phone.
Soyo…
She happened to run into Sayaka?
And on his side, he just happened to meet Mami-senpai—what kind of coincidence was this?
"Mutsuki-kun,"
After settling things with Bocchi, Mami-senpai turned her gaze toward him.
"The performance is about to start. Let's go watch it together."
Hearing this, Kamijou Mutsuki put away his phone.
Since things on Soyo's side were already resolved, he had no reason to refuse Mami-senpai anymore.
However, somewhat unexpectedly, just like how she treated Bocchi earlier, the girl directly took hold of Kamijou Mutsuki's hand.
"?"
Facing the boy's slightly puzzled gaze, the girl turned her head slightly aside, as if nothing had happened at all.
At some point, a faint blush had quietly crept up to her ears.
Bocchi: "?"
Was she… kind of unnecessary here?
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On the other side, Sayaka put away her phone almost at the same time.
Mami-senpai actually ran into Mutsuki…
Although Mami Tomoe was also an incredibly cute and beautiful girl, Sayaka wasn't too worried about her.
After all, that was the mature, dependable older-sister type she admired so much—how could she possibly be easily won over by Kamijou Mutsuki?
This was only their first meeting. There was no way anything would happen.
Her only concern was that, although Mutsuki was gentle with people he knew, he wasn't particularly friendly toward strangers.
Those two…They should be able to get along fine, right?
Meanwhile, the two people she was worried about had already arrived in front of the stage—hand in hand.
After a brief warm-up by the host, the music festival officially began.
However, MyGO!!!!! was the final act, so it was still a while before their turn.
Still, since they were already here, watching a few more performances wasn't a bad idea.
It had to be said—this really was a renowned large-scale music festival. The bands performing were basically all professional-level, none of them inferior to MyGO.
Even just listening to these performances made the trip worthwhile.
But for many people, these were merely appetizers.
As the festival gradually approached its finale, the main act was finally about to take the stage.
"Next up, the final band."
The host of this music festival wasn't particularly famous, but she was quite beautiful and handled things professionally.
"And also the one everyone has been waiting for…"
"MyGO!!!!!!"
PS: The author checked—large-scale music festivals usually do have hosts.
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