Chapter 397

"It's better to take less if you can; medicine is three-tenths poison."

Kitakami Yoru took the sleeping pills and put them in his schoolbag for safekeeping.

"If you could experience how I feel, you wouldn't say that."

"Hmph hmph."

Mai Sakurajima used her fragrant shoulder to nudge Kitakami Yoru, then added: "Of course, I don't want you to experience how I feel."

Slowing his pace slightly, Kitakami Yoru closed his eyes and shook his head, feeling very sympathetic toward Mai Sakurajima's encounter.

"Where are we going to play?"

"I really want to go to the mall; accompany me to Shibuya for a walk."

Mai Sakurajima said, trying hard to cast aside those unhappy thoughts.

"Okay."

Although it was a bit strange for a big man like Kitakami Yoru to go to a women's makeup store, he wouldn't make it difficult.

"Let's go, let's go."

Mai Sakurajima happily grabbed Kitakami Yoru's arm.

"I originally wanted to talk about Shinomiya Kaguya, but I won't disturb Sakurajima-senpai's mood."

For the time being, Kitakami Yoru didn't think about anything else.

He took the train to the bustling Shibuya.

The busiest intersection in the world once set a record of 3,000 people passing through at once!

Shibuya is huge; a day of sightseeing isn't enough.

Mai Sakurajima pulled Kitakami Yoru to look at new products in the makeup store and go on a shopping spree.

"Maybe girls are like this; even if no one can see her, she's still beautiful when she's alone."

Kitakami Yoru smiled dotingly.

Then, three waves of strange JK girls came to chat with Kitakami Yoru and ask for his contact information.

Mai Sakurajima saw it all, interrupted her shopping, and jealously pulled Kitakami Yoru away.

"Are you very happy?"

"Cute JK girls chatting with you, laughing and talking."

Mai Sakurajima's indigo eyes held a hint of displeasure.

Not toward Kitakami Yoru, but toward some vixen...

Second floor of Starbucks.

Kitakami Yoru and Mai Sakurajima, who hadn't had dinner, each ordered an iced Americano and sat on the terrace watching the street scene below.

Kitakami Yoru laughed happily.

He wasn't a fool; naturally, he would think about what Mai Sakurajima said.

"Are you dating other girls?!"

Mai Sakurajima was pressing Kitakami Yoru non-stop at this moment.

"No, really not."

Even if there were, Kitakami Yoru wouldn't say.

"You're lying to me; you just had an unusual relationship with that Kasumigaoka Utaha."

"The girl you rushed to school to see before was another girl, right?"

Mai Sakurajima's foot stepped lightly on Kitakami Yoru's shoe.

For every wrong answer, she stepped lightly as a punishment.

"Dating other girls behind my back, you're a complete jerk, underclassman Kitakami Yoru."

Knowing Kitakami Yoru might be lying, Mai Sakurajima was happy to let him deceive her.

"Sakurajima-senpai, I'm not lying to you."

"I've been single just to accompany you."

Kitakami Yoru played dumb.

"Hmph hmph..."

"Underclassman, how about we go see a movie later?"

Mai Sakurajima hummed twice and took a sip of coffee.

"Eat first?"

Kitakami Yoru looked at her and asked.

"What to eat?"

Dating Kitakami Yoru, Mai Sakurajima felt restricted everywhere.

She always had to consider that outsiders couldn't see her, and Kitakami Yoru's reaction alone looked a bit strange.

"Izakaya, let's get a private room."

Mai Sakurajima drank the coffee in one gulp and stood up.

Afterward.

Kitakami Yoru and Mai Sakurajima left Starbucks and found an izakaya nearby for dinner.

The privacy of the private room was okay.

As long as the two didn't speak loudly, people outside absolutely wouldn't hear them.

It's just...

When entering the private room.

At the door, Kitakami Yoru took off his shoes first and looked at Mai Sakurajima.

"What are you looking at?"

Mai Sakurajima glared, responding sharply, but she was actually shocked and shy in her heart.

She chose this way to disguise the fact that she had once made Kitakami Yoru vomit from the smell of her feet.

"Perverted foot-fetish underclassman, I'll emphasize it again, my feet don't smell!"

"Only you, this bad person, think about what my feet taste like every day; isn't it disgusting?"

Feeling one sentence wasn't enough, Mai Sakurajima scolded Kitakami Yoru repeatedly.

"Not disgusting."

Kitakami Yoru looked at Mai Sakurajima's feet and smiled.

"I hope you die from the smell; I'll stuff them in your mouth and give you a fungal infection!"

Mai Sakurajima took off her shoes angrily and straightened them.

The weather was relatively cool.

The store thoughtfully prepared disposable slippers.

Tearing open the package, Mai Sakurajima put her silk-stockinged feet into them before walking into the private room.

Ordering via tablet.

The temperature in the store was pleasant, and the speed of serving dishes wasn't slow.

Many izakayas and barbecue restaurants in Tokyo are generally limited to two hours.

About an hour and a half.

Kitakami Yoru and Mai Sakurajima left after dinner.

They found a nearby movie theater; Kitakami Yoru only bought one ticket for himself, choosing the corner.

Thinking no one would buy the seat next to him, Mai Sakurajima could sit there.

The facts were indeed so.

The movie was two hours long.

After the show.

Past ten o'clock at night.

Shibuya street was bustling with people, bright with neon lights.

Kitakami Yoru's arm was held by Mai Sakurajima as they walked to digest their food.

Even the closest people had forgotten Mai Sakurajima, so there was no question of going home.

"Sakurajima-senpai, are you happy tonight?"

"Yeah, happy; how about you set aside a fixed time every week to accompany me from now on?" ===== CHAPTER 398 =====