Chapter 107

Ignoring this black-silk fat woman, Kitakami Yoru went to the other side, his eyes scanning the shelves back and forth.

Black baseball cap, hand-stitched, not suitable, too monotonous.

A large straw hat with exotic flair, decorated with plastic flower wreaths—girls could wear it, but it was too limited, only sold at the beach.

"None of these are quite right~"

Kitakami Yoru started picking carefully.

On the other side.

Kasumigaoka Utaha put down a thin white gauze wide-brimmed hat and looked at the only clerk, asking, "Hello, are there any other styles of hats?"

"Dear customer, what kind of needs are you looking for?"

The female clerk smiled and offered service.

With final exams coming, there were very few students shopping, so the clerk was extra enthusiastic.

"Something that provides a bit of shade, is easy to match, and looks good," Kasumigaoka Utaha replied without thinking.

"Our store has a new batch of trial-sale hats, and they are very popular in every chain store. Would you like to take a look?"

"There are only a few left."

The clerk signaled for Kasumigaoka Utaha to follow.

The store wasn't big, and after passing through an area with clothes, they arrived in a few steps.

"Kitakami Yoru?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped behind the clerk and called out the name of the disgusting otaku who was holding two white berets.

Hearing a familiar voice, Kitakami Yoru looked up without much surprise, glancing at her faintly.

He lowered his head again and continued to examine the only two white berets in his hand.

At first glance, Kitakami Yoru felt it was very suitable.

Seeing Kitakami Yoru, the clerk turned back apologetically and said to Kasumigaoka Utaha, "I'm sorry, customer, the new arrivals are the two white berets in that customer's hand. You..."

"It's fine."

Kasumigaoka Utaha narrowed her wine-red eyes, sizing up the disgusting otaku in front of her.

That night, after he got his hands on them.

Her stockings and panties must have suffered, right?

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was often confessed to and harassed, knew very well how perverted some disgusting otaku were inside.

Especially Kitakami Yoru, from whom she had searched out a pile of foot-fetish doujinshi.

"Disgusting. I bet stepping on you with my feet would be a reward for you, right?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha muttered, turning around to leave.

Her gaze lingered on the white beret in Kitakami Yoru's hand for a moment, and her eyes lit up.

It looks so good~

It also perfectly meets her requirements.

Kasumigaoka Utaha took a liking to it immediately, her face full of "I like it, I want it!"

The white beret had a thin layer of plastic film on the outside, so there was no need to worry about Kitakami Yoru touching it and getting it dirty.

But?

This white beret is a women's style, what is he looking at?

The clerk had long since retreated to the side.

"Why do you keep looking at me, Kasumigaoka Utaha?"

Kitakami Yoru looked up, surprised.

"Hmph."

Kasumigaoka Utaha clearly didn't want to deal with Kitakami Yoru, letting out a soft huff and crossing her arms, which made her chest look plump.

"Do you want this?"

Kitakami Yoru noticed Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes were on the white beret in his hand.

"Yeah, so what?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded, staring at Kitakami Yoru, still very curious.

Asking me if I want it?

Is he trying to please me?

Afraid of being expelled from Shuchiin?

Heh, absolutely impossible, no way!

Kasumigaoka Utaha naturally thought of Kitakami Yoru as a dark, disgusting otaku.

Actually, she wasn't wrong; the old Kitakami Yoru was exactly like that.

He didn't even have same-sex friends, let alone opposite-sex friends.

Who would have known that the notorious Kitakami Yoru at school was actually on good terms with several beautiful girls?

"Oh."

Kitakami Yoru had originally only planned to buy one.

He checked the price, and it wasn't expensive.

Anyway, there were only two, so he could give one to Kato Megumi?

Kitakami Yoru silently sketched a beautiful picture in his mind: Kato Megumi wearing the white beret he gave her, standing on a slope with cherry blossoms in full bloom, a breeze blowing, cherry blossom petals fluttering around the cute Kato Megumi, the white beret slipping, and him picking it up from the slope.

And Yukinoshita Yukino in the park, with cute twin tails...

Forget it, I can't imagine that.

Kitakami Yoru took the two white berets and walked past Kasumigaoka Utaha to pay.

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Eh?"

"What are you doing?"

This stunning beauty, used to being licked, had just assumed Kitakami Yoru wanted to please her, fearing expulsion.

At the very least, these were women's hats.

A disgusting otaku like him wouldn't buy them.

"Buying them~"

Kitakami Yoru looked back and shrugged innocently.

"Are you doing this on purpose? Trying to make me angry?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha retorted, looking straight into Kitakami Yoru's eyes.

"Who do you think you are?"

"I'd rather have you kneel on the ground and bark like a dog, or beat you up."

Kitakami Yoru rolled his eyes and retorted. He was no longer the timid, girl-fearing patient who couldn't even say a word when seeing a girl.

"You?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha stepped back in shock, looking Kitakami Yoru up and down.

You're so bold~

She squeezed a sentence out through her neat little teeth, her pretty face full of disgust and contempt.

The original Kitakami Yoru wasn't like this.

It seems he's lost a little weight?

Kasumigaoka Utaha only then noticed that Kitakami Yoru had lost some weight.

Kitakami Yoru ignored her and went to the front to pay.

Eriri is arrogant, right?

I'll make her put on an arrogant expression, look at me with contempt and disgust, and call me disgusting, and then I'll splash milk in her face.

The more Kasumigaoka Utaha can't get something, the more she wants it.

And it was bought by a disgusting otaku she hates, which made Kasumigaoka Utaha more or less unhappy.

After paying, Kitakami Yoru specifically asked the clerk to wrap it nicely in a box.

As he walked out with the items, Kasumigaoka Utaha chased after him and blocked his path.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who is usually chased by others, does this count as being actively chased by her?

Kitakami Yoru didn't say a word, didn't even look at her, and changed direction to walk past her.

"Sell me one of the hats in your hand."