Chapter 37

"If you don't want a bad review or a complaint, then I have to threaten you properly, hehehe..."

The doujin plot in his mind flashed by, and then was immediately thrown to the back of his mind.

"You're a student at Xiuzhiyuan, right? I saw your uniform, and you must know me."

"I saw your expression earlier, all of it."

Kitakami Yoru asked in a gentle tone.

"Ah... yes..."

Aoyama Nanami's heartbeat skipped a beat in an instant, she closed her eyes and nodded painfully.

It's over.

He must be angry because of my expression earlier, right?

It's all rumored in school, I didn't know, so many people are spreading it, I didn't mean to...

I'm going to get a bad review and a complaint.

It's also my own fault, being late in the rain isn't an excuse, and I even showed that kind of reaction!

While frantically regretting in her heart, Aoyama Nanami secretly raised her eyes to check Kitakami Yoru's reaction.

"You don't seem to have a raincoat, and you're soaked all over, do you want me to get you one?"

Just then, Kitakami Yoru spoke hesitantly.

He didn't want to meddle in other people's business; maybe if he helped someone, he would be scolded behind his back, called a disgusting otaku, and accused of having ulterior motives.

The girl in front of him getting wet and catching a cold had nothing to do with him, and she even made his order delivery late.

But, Xiuzhiyuan is such a top-tier prestigious school.

Do students inside still need to risk heavy wind and rain to deliver takeout?

Are their family conditions that bad?

They must be students from the same school as him.

Students from the same school, besides donations and good grades, either rely on various special talents.

Since they were both students from the same school, Kitakami Yoru thought about helping the other party.

The person standing in front of him wasn't Kasumigaoka Utaha or Shinomiya Kaguya.

He still had basic sympathy.

He was a kind person, or maybe not that kind, just a bit fat and a bit of an otaku.

He didn't think about getting anything back, of course, it would be better if he did.

The strong wind and heavy rain raging outside were really quite scary.

34: The Lost Puppy

The girl at the door had expected to wait for Kitakami Yoru's unhappy face and blame or scolding.

She didn't expect him to ask if she wanted a raincoat?

A flash of hesitation and indecision flickered in Aoyama Nanami's eyes.

The strong wind blew past, carrying a large amount of raindrops, drifting and hitting her back.

She didn't have a raincoat, only an umbrella.

Next, although she didn't have to continue her delivery work, she still had to go home.

The umbrella was useless.

She couldn't just find a dark hallway and squat in a corner shivering, right?

"Then... thank you~" Aoyama Nanami looked up at Kitakami Yoru.

"Wait a moment." Kitakami Yoru took the two bags back into the house.

Casually placing the bags on the living room table, Kitakami Yoru returned to his room, opened the wardrobe, and took out his one-piece raincoat and a clean white towel.

At the door.

After Aoyama Nanami waited for Kitakami Yoru to leave, she moved her body again, making herself closer to the wall.

Attempting to use the balcony corridor to block a bit more wind and rain.

The door was open, revealing a gap the size of a fist.

Hesitating for a moment, Aoyama Nanami, who was leaning against the door, poked her head out and looked inside quickly.

Her mood was complicated now.

"In school, isn't Kitakami-san rumored by everyone to be a criminal who harassed Kasumigaoka Utaha-senior and stole personal items..."

"Is he disgusting and annoying, and full of disgusting bad thoughts in his heart?"

"Now it seems, it doesn't... look like he's that kind of person."

Aoyama Nanami's teeth were chattering from the cold, and she was trembling frantically.

I seem to have judged someone by their appearance...

I just showed that kind of expression to Kitakami-san earlier, it really shouldn't have happened.

Aoyama Nanami's mind flashed back to the subconscious expression she had when she first saw Kitakami Yoru, the panic, fear, and a trace of disgust in her heart.

Did I hurt Kitakami-san?

He saw it all.

And he's still willing to help me.

She swore that it was all an instinctive reaction, and she couldn't control it.

Just as the girl was thinking deeply, Kitakami Yoru came out with the things.

Aoyama Nanami moved her body with a guilty conscience, pressing her ear tightly against the door.

The footsteps were getting closer, and Aoyama Nanami's mind was a bit messy and a bit nervous.

Kitakami Yoru walked to the entrance and stopped again.

Listening to the sound of the strong wind and heavy rain outside, he picked up the raincoat in his hand and looked at it, then thought of the soaked Aoyama Nanami.

"Is one towel enough?"

"She's soaked all over, she's bound to catch a cold or get a fever, and with the situation outside, one raincoat isn't enough."

"Should I ask her? Let her come in to hide from the rain?"

"Forget it, no, maybe she'll think I have other motives, after all, I'm a disgusting otaku..."

Kitakami Yoru stood at the entrance, talking to himself for a while.

Outside the door, under the storm.

Aoyama Nanami's ear was pressed against the door; although she didn't hear Kitakami Yoru's muttering clearly, it was almost the same.

"What... what on earth have I done~"

"Actually..."

A thick sense of guilt surged in Aoyama Nanami's heart.

The next second, Kitakami Yoru pulled the door open, giving her a start.

"Ki... Kitakami-san..." Aoyama Nanami's thin, delicate body trembled slightly.

Maybe it was because of the cold, or maybe it was for other reasons, or a combination of both.

"Here." Kitakami Yoru didn't have any extra nonsense, he handed the raincoat over himself.

"Thank... thank you, I will return it to you." Aoyama Nanami's voice was also trembling uncontrollably.

As she spoke, she wanted to apologize again.

But Kitakami Yoru closed the door.

"..."

Aoyama Nanami was stunned; after reacting, she picked up the raincoat in her hand and saw a clean white towel inside.

Nodding gratefully, she hurried to the hallway of this apartment building.

The raging strong wind and heavy rain were finally blocked outside.

Aoyama Nanami's fair little hands trembled as she took off her motorcycle helmet and placed it on the stair steps.

That's right, she was soaked all over, including her underwear and panties.

"Achoo."

Suddenly, Aoyama Nanami sneezed.

After recovering, she hurriedly used the white towel to wipe the wet places on her face and body.

But her heart was always thinking about Kitakami Yoru.