Chapter 67

Yukinoshita Yukino turned her head slightly, wanting to say something but stopping.

To tell the truth, she loved cats very much, especially loved them.

Knowing that Kitakami Yoru had a very cute cat, Yukinoshita Yukino couldn't help but think of it.

"I'm leaving first, thank you."

Kitakami Yoru left first; Yukinoshita Yukino still had to lock the door later.

Stepping out of the Service Club, a strong gust of wind hit Kitakami Yoru's face.

His hair flew, and the strong wind blew into his school uniform, making it chilly; the uniform puffed up for a moment and then quickly deflated.

"So cold~"

Kitakami Yoru shivered, held onto the wall, and ran downstairs quickly.

On the floor below the Service Club.

The Art Club.

Several members were also packing up, intending to leave.

"Eriri, aren't you leaving?" a long-haired girl asked Eriri.

"You guys go ahead; I'm almost done with the painting, it'll be ready in a moment."

Eriri didn't look up, dipping her brush into red paint.

"It's going to rain, you know."

The long-haired girl reminded her and left with her companions.

Eriri didn't pay much attention; she just wanted to finish the last little bit of this painting, ten minutes would be enough.

Kitakami Yoru went down to the second floor and happened to meet Kanda Sorata at the stair corner, where he was called out by him.

"Finally waited for you, you worried me to death."

Kanda Sorata had waited for a full hour, bored and anxious.

"Do you need something?"

Kitakami Yoru stopped and looked at the boy he didn't recognize.

"You've been with Aoyama Nanami recently, haven't you?"

Kanda Sorata got straight to the point, carefully sizing up Kitakami Yoru as he spoke.

"Isn't he just a disgusting fat nerd?"

Kitakami Yoru immediately showed a surprised expression and replied: "How did you know?"

"I saw it."

"What did you do to her? What did you say?"

Kanda Sorata felt very unhappy and questioned him.

"Uh..."

"Strange, what I do when I'm with Aoyama-san has anything to do with you?"

Kitakami Yoru couldn't help but wonder, who was this person?

As he finished speaking, Kanda Sorata's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned green.

"Pah..."

"Who doesn't know you stole Kasumigaoka Utaha-senpai's personal stockings and panties? You're just a disgusting..."

Kanda Sorata spat first, then continued to talk about Kitakami Yoru.

However, he was interrupted by Art Club members and Yukinoshita Yukino coming down from upstairs.

They just glanced over here and went downstairs.

"So what do you want to say?"

After the passersby left, Kitakami Yoru narrowed his eyes, his expression unfriendly.

With his build, Kanda Sorata definitely couldn't take a punch from him.

"What intentions do you have toward Aoyama-san?"

"Aren't you trying to deceive her?"

Kanda Sorata definitely couldn't sit by and let a fat nerd get close to the girl he liked.

"Aoyama-san is my friend, and besides, who are you?"

"What right do you have to question me like this?"

Kitakami Yoru looked at the strange Kanda Sorata in front of him, feeling it was funny and strange.

"I... I am Aoyama Nanami's boyfriend; can you get away from her?"

Kanda Sorata took a deep breath and said in a trembling tone.

Now, his heart was beating very fast, about to explode.

Faster than when he had played a full 90-minute match.

He knew he had lied.

"This is all to keep him away from Aoyama-san; he deliberately got close to help Aoyama-san, it must be no good..."

Kanda Sorata knew he was wrong, but he forcibly hypnotized himself in his heart, convincing himself.

"Boy... boyfriend, huh!"

This answer was beyond Kitakami Yoru's expectations.

If it were Aoyama Nanami's boyfriend seeing him walking very close to her, it would be normal to be unhappy and hostile toward him.

"Yes, that's right!"

Kanda Sorata's adrenaline surged, and his whole body started to tremble.

"You might have misunderstood."

Kitakami Yoru's expression returned to normal, and he explained lightly.

"I don't care if it's a misunderstanding; just stay away and don't get close to her!"

Kanda Sorata endured his excitement and continued.

This was all for Aoyama-san's own good!

"Hoo~"

Kanda Sorata let out a long breath, feeling very happy in his heart, gave Kitakami Yoru a warning look, and walked away.

Leaving the club building, he couldn't help but clench his trembling fists; his walking was jerky, as if his body wasn't his own.

A strong wind blew, rolling up fallen leaves; the world was dark and gloomy, like the end of the world.

"So Aoyama-san has a boyfriend..."

Kitakami Yoru muttered to himself, twisted his waist, and a sudden urge to urinate hit him.

The moment Kitakami Yoru walked into the restroom.

The strong wind scraped past like a sickle, rolling up dust and fallen leaves, making a howling sound like ghosts.

When the wind subsided, the sound of rain followed.

It fell down with a splash, and in an instant, Kitakami Yoru's ears were filled with the sound of a downpour.

Kitakami Yoru shivered and struggled to pull up his pants; his underwear was tight, making him feel uncomfortable.

It wasn't that the underwear was too small, though.

"This rain is so heavy."

Kitakami Yoru took his umbrella out of his bag, sighing at the vast white rain mist.

This rain was even heavier than the one when he first met Aoyama Nanami.

It was no exaggeration to say that in Kitakami Yoru's memory, this was the first time he had encountered such heavy rain.

Just as he came out of the restroom door, he had to open his umbrella to block one side of his body.

The strong wind blew the rain at an angle, and it kept drifting in.

Raindrops the size of broad beans hit the ground densely like a machine gun.

Kitakami Yoru walked slowly to prevent slipping, while feeling a bit worried: could his fragile umbrella withstand such a super heavy storm?

This storm, with its strong winds and biting raindrops, also significantly lowered the current perceived temperature.

As Kitakami Yoru walked, all the thick fat on his body couldn't resist the chill.

When the wind blew, carrying rain, hitting his body, it made him get goosebumps from the cold.

Walking to the stair corner, Kitakami Yoru moved his bag to his chest to avoid getting it wet before going down.

The rain was so heavy that getting a little wet was inevitable.