Chapter 169: A Little Lesson for Shizuka Hiratsuka?
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"Alright, we understand."
Hearing the officer's explanation, Chairwoman Minami led the two teachers to the side. They stood there, arms crossed, sizing up Seito and the rest of the rowdy bunch.
Feeling the weight of two burning gazes, Seito looked up. He was met with the sight of Chairwoman Minami and Shizuka Hiratsuka, their beautiful eyes flashing with suppressed fury.
"Ahem..." Seito immediately tucked his chin. He hadn't expected to actually get bagged today. This was beyond awkward.
A few moments later, a constable walked over carrying a bowl of makeup remover.
"Go on, test these students first," the lead officer commanded, pointing toward Seito's line.
The constable nodded and approached Seito, beginning to wash his face with the solution. Five seconds later... a masterpiece emerged from the water!
Droplets of water clung to Seito's hair. His blue eyes shimmered with a hint of melancholy as he slowly lifted his head, providing a cinematic "close-up" for everyone in the room.
In that instant, several young female officers found themselves blushing. But it didn't stop there—even the male constable standing directly in front of him felt his face heat up.
"..." Seito's eyes widened in alarm. It was one thing for the girls to blush, but you, a grown man? Why on earth are you turning into a teapot?!
"Alright, let him go," the lead officer waved a hand. The officer snapped out of his daze and quickly unlocked the silver "bracelets" from Seito's wrists.
Standing up, Seito stretched his stiff limbs and sauntered back to the teachers' side.
"Here. Sit," Shizuka said, patting the empty spot right next to her. Seito sat down without protest.
Immediately, Shizuka threw an arm around his shoulder, her voice dropping to a low, icy whisper. "Brat, we're going to settle our accounts in a bit!"
"Cough," Seito's eyes darted around nervously. "Shizuka-sensei, don't be like that~"
"Hmph." Shizuka snorted and released him.
Shortly after, the Class E members were all cleared and released. After thanking the officers, Chairwoman Minami led the group out of the station.
On the way back, Chairwoman Minami and Shizuka didn't utter a single word. The only one talking was Mafuyu Kirisu, who tried to fill the heavy silence. Shizuka, meanwhile, kept a firm grip on Seito's hand, making sure he couldn't pull a vanishing act.
The group arrived back at the ryokan to the increasingly suspicious looks of their fellow students. Seito didn't get a chance to linger; he was hauled straight up to a small private room on the second floor—one Shizuka had booked separately the day before.
"Kid, I think you're just itching for a beating!" Shizuka cracked her knuckles, her expression grim.
"Sensei, I'm your favorite student! Don't push me!" Seito said, his face becoming uncharacteristically serious.
"Ho~?" Shizuka looked intrigued. "And what if I do? Come on, show me what you've got!"
"You asked for it." Seito's gaze sharpened. With a sudden spring, he lunged toward her.
Thud!
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"
"Heh heh! Prepare yourself!"
"Mmph—!"
(T/N: Wish it was me.....)
Around 4:00 PM.
A light, misty rain began to fall. The perfect weather from earlier had vanished, replaced by a steady drizzle that showed no signs of stopping. This left all the students who had been dreaming of the beach feeling utterly dejected.
Class 1-D: Girls' Room.
The girls were gathered in a circle, passing the time with idle chatter.
"Strange. Why did it suddenly start raining?" Asuna looked out at the gray sky, sighing.
"It'll probably pass by tomorrow," Utaha Kasumigaoka said, waving it off.
"By the way... has anyone seen Seito-kun?" Yui Yuigahama asked as the thought occurred to her.
The girls exchanged looks. "Didn't Hiratsuka-sensei take him away?" Risa asked.
"But it's been three hours," Eriri noted, looking confused. From the time they returned at 1:00 PM until now, both Seito and Shizuka had been MIA.
"He's probably in her room writing a formal apology," Yukino Yukinoshita suggested calmly.
Upon hearing this, those who had gone to middle school with Seito nodded in unison. They remembered all too well: the thing Seito hated most was writing apologies. Once, a teacher had demanded one within a day after he cut class; he had stared at the paper for twenty-four hours and couldn't squeeze out a single word.
"It's so boring without him here," Maple said, resting her chin in her hands. A world without Seito's chaos was a dull world indeed.
Meanwhile...
Step, step, step...
Seito emerged from the second-floor room and slowly made his way toward the Class E boys' suite. Shizuka was... "indisposed" at the moment and wouldn't be coming down just yet.
He pushed the door open to find the Class E boys in their usual state. They glanced at him briefly before returning to their business. Most of them were huddled around Yoshitake Tanaka and Hidenori, who were locked in a fierce game of Gomoku. Seito sat down beside them to watch.
After a while, Tadakuni scanned the group and spoke up solemnly. "Guys... are we brothers?"
The group froze. They spared him a brief glance before going right back to the game, ignoring him completely. Seeing this, Tadakuni produced a crate of soda.
Swish-swish-swish!
Amidst a blur of afterimages, the crate was emptied in an instant. Seito and the others were now casually sipping their drinks, looking at Tadakuni expectantly.
"What's up, brother?" Seito asked innocently.
Tadakuni's lip twitched. How realistic.
"Ryuen Kakeru from Class B borrowed 200 RMB from me a while back," Tadakuni said, his voice dropping an octave. "He still hasn't paid me back. I was wondering if you guys could..."
He trailed off, but the intent was clear: he wanted them to play debt collectors.
"Tch." The boys waved him off, looking bored. They turned back to their game.
Tadakuni silently dropped to his knees, his face expressionless as he uttered two words: "Daddies..."
Five minutes later.
In front of the Class B boys' room.
A group of teenagers stood in formation, all wearing dark sunglasses. At the head of the group was Seito. He was draped in a black wool overcoat, elegantly adjusting his attire before pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose.
"I feel like we're missing something," Seito murmured. Something wasn't quite right for the "mafia" aesthetic.
"Is it this?" Iori Kitahara asked, pulling out a box of cigars.
The group: "..."
Where on earth did you get cigars?!
(T/N: Listen kids smoking kill, but sucking on it doesn't I guess?)
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Thank you for reading.