At this moment, Makoto also suddenly remembered something and asked with some curiosity, "Why didn't you call anyone else for help? Like your boyfriend?"
He didn't know whether Kotonoha and Ito Makotou had officially confirmed their relationship yet, but even if they hadn't, she should have family, right? Makoto vaguely remembered that Kotonoha had a younger sister.
"I, I called many times, but they didn't go through... my younger sister told me she's staying at a classmate's house today..."
Kotonoha lowered her head, stammering a small reply.
Hearing this, Makoto burst out laughing, a teasing smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Congratulations. Your boyfriend is about to have a girlfriend."
It seemed Kotonoha and Ito Makotou had already confirmed their relationship.
And he was one hundred percent certain that Ito Makotou had already gotten together with Saionji Sekai.
"Huh?"
Kotonoha, simple and pure, didn't understand the implication of Makoto's words at first.
Makoto, in a rare act of kindness, explained slowly, "Right now, there's a very high chance he's with some woman..."
At this point, Makoto deliberately paused, raised an eyebrow at Kotonoha, and clapped his hands, wearing an expression that said 'you know what I mean'.
Although Katsura Kotonoha was innocent, she wasn't a child who knew nothing.
Moreover, because of her outstanding figure, she had been teased by boys with such topics since childhood.
Her cheeks first flushed bright red, then quickly drained of color, turning deathly pale. "Th, then what should I do?"
Makoto didn't hesitate.
"Kill him."
Kotonoha's eyes widened instantly, her face full of shock.
'N, not like that, that's so extreme?'
But then, thinking about the things Makoto had done in the past, she felt that it wasn't really surprising for him to say something like that.
Makoto glanced at her calmly. "You'd dare to kill a romantic rival, but you wouldn't dare to kill a scumbag?"
To be honest, when watching the anime in his past life, Makoto actually preferred Kotonoha to kill Ito Makotou herself, rather than Sekai doing it.
Damn, a loser like Ito Makotou… what did he do to deserve such a fate?
What exactly did Katsura Kotonoha like about him?
Makoto couldn't help but ask further.
This was a question he had always wanted to ask those heroines in the integrated anime.
In many anime series, the male leads they liked clearly had ambiguous relationships with others, yet they still unwaveringly joined the harem wars, fighting fiercely and getting hurt.
Not just Kotonoha here, but Megumi in the past was also a prime example.
Damn it, people like Aki Tomoya and Ito Makotou… what exactly about them attracted so many girls?
Were they as good at fighting as Kakarot?
Or were they as rich as Suzuki Sonoko?
Or did they have some extraordinary talent in those areas like those bull in NTR?
"Uh... well..."
Makoto's blunt question left Kotonoha speechless, completely stunned.
She carefully thought back… how exactly did she come to like Ito Makotou?
It seemed that at first, she had noticed him secretly taking her photo on the train, so she remembered his face.
Later, after Sekai continuously facilitated their connection, offering encouragement and persuasion, she had reluctantly agreed to date him after some hesitation.
'Was this... really love?'
Kotonoha herself was also confused.
Seeing Kotonoha fall silent, Makoto didn't press further. He simply turned around again and waved at her over his shoulder.
"If you change your mind and want to kill him, you can call me."
"I won't!"
Kotonoha refuted fiercely in her heart, her cheeks slightly flushed.
She stood there blankly, watching Makoto's retreating figure until it completely disappeared into the campus night before finally snapping back to reality.
…
Makoto wandered aimlessly, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the middle school section.
'Come to think of it, weren't those overpowered protagonists in The Prince of Tennis just middle schoolers?'
They could not only perform super moves, but even later on, they could create black holes and illusions.
If they were also in this world, Makoto wouldn't mind having a match of murder tennis with them.
Just as Makoto felt he had wandered enough and was about to return to meet up with the Aizono mother and daughters, a classroom at the end of the hallway suddenly erupted with a boy's hysterical shout.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Why! Why! Why! I did nothing wrong! I did nothing wrong!"
Makoto raised an eyebrow slightly.
'Another interesting one?'
He pushed open the classroom door… it wasn't locked from the inside.
Clearly, unlike Kotonoha, he wasn't locked in here.
The floor by the classroom wall was in disarray. A thin, frail boy, his eyes red, was frantically tearing up the sheets of his homework assignment. All around him on the floor were crumpled pieces of paper.
The boy was gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently.
Just then, he vaguely sensed a presence and turned his head toward the door.
When he saw the dark figure at the classroom entrance, the boy's legs gave way in fear, his balance completely lost, and he fell to the floor with a thud.
Makoto reached out and pressed the switch on the wall, turning on the classroom lights.
The light instantly illuminated the room, allowing them to clearly see each other's faces.
"You are..."
Makoto had just started sizing him up.
The blue-haired boy sprawled on the floor seemed to recognize him, blurting out his name amidst his terror:
"Ni, Nishikawa Makoto!"
Makoto looked him over, his gaze casually falling on the scattered paper scraps on the desk. He could faintly make out two words… Reflection Letter.
Makoto raised an eyebrow, looking down at the boy slumped on the floor. "Kid, state your name."
The boy's lips trembled for a while before he finally spoke in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz:
"Shi, Ishigami... Yu."
Hearing this name, the amusement in Makoto's eyes deepened. He casually pulled a nearby chair and sat down. "Got in trouble and got punished with a reflection letter, huh~"
"I did nothing wrong!"
Perhaps extreme anger temporarily suppressed his fear; Yu suddenly looked up, his reddened eyes glaring at Makoto.
Thump!
Makoto raised his hand and unceremoniously gave Yu a knock on the head.
"You're taking your frustration out on the wrong person, kid."
Yu, who had just barely managed to push himself up from the floor, was knocked back down, clutching his struck forehead tightly. "S-sorry..."
Makoto found this kid quite interesting.
Pulling out another chair, he pointed with his chin to the spot across from him.
"Wanna chat?"