Chapter 69

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

To be honest, she liked cats very much, especially liked 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.

Out of the Service Club, a strong gust of wind blew onto Kitakami Yoru's face.

His hair flew, and the strong wind blew into his school uniform, making it chilly; the uniform puffed up in an instant and then quickly deflated.

"So cold~"

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

On the floor below the Service Club.

The Art Club.

Several members were also packing up, planning to leave.

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

"You guys go first; I'm almost done painting, it'll be ready soon."

Eriri didn't even lift her head and dipped her brush into the 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 now; ten minutes would be enough.

Kitakami Yoru went down to the second floor and happened to meet Kanda Sorata at the corner of the stairs, 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 have something to do?"

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

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

Kanda Sorata got straight to the point, and while speaking, he carefully sized up Kitakami Yoru.

"Isn't he just a disgusting dead fatty?"

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 in his heart and questioned him.

"Uh..."

"Strange, I'm with Aoyama-san, what I do, does it have anything to do with you?"

Kitakami Yoru couldn't help but feel confused; who was this person?

As the words fell, Kanda Sorata's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned green.

"Pah..."

"Who doesn't know you stole Senior Kasumigaoka Utaha'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 the Art Club members and Yukinoshita Yukino walking 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 a bit unkind.

With his build, one punch, Kanda Sorata definitely wouldn't be able to take it.

"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 dead fatty approach the girl he liked.

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

"Why do you have the right to question me like this?"

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

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

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

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

Faster than when he had played a full 90 minutes of soccer.

He understood that he had lied.

"This is all to keep him away from Aoyama-san; he deliberately approached 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 was Aoyama Nanami's boyfriend who saw him walking very close to her, it was normal for him to be unhappy and hostile toward him.

"Yes, that's right!"

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

"You might have misunderstood."

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

"I don't care if it's a misunderstanding, just stay away and don't approach her!"

Kanda Sorata endured his excitement and continued.

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

"Phew~"

Kanda Sorata let out a long breath, feeling very happy in his heart, glanced at Kitakami Yoru as if to warn him, 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 anymore.

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

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

Kitakami Yoru muttered to himself, twisted his waist, and a wave of urgency to urinate hit him.

The moment Kitakami Yoru walked into the restroom.

The strong wind blew like a sickle, rolling up the sky full of fallen leaves and moist dust, making a ghost-like howling sound.

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 rainstorm.

Kitakami Yoru shivered and struggled to pull up his pants; his underwear was so tight it made him a bit uncomfortable.

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

"This rain is so heavy."

Kitakami Yoru took his umbrella out of his school bag and sighed at the vast white rain mist.

This rain was even heavier than the rain 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.

As soon as he came out of the restroom door, he had to open his umbrella and block it on 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, preventing himself from slipping, while feeling a bit worried; his umbrella was so fragile, could it withstand such a super rainstorm?

This rainstorm brought not only strong winds and man-eating raindrops, but 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 some rainwater, hitting his body, it made him get goosebumps from the cold.

Walking to the corner of the stairs, Kitakami Yoru moved his school bag to his chest to avoid getting it wet before walking down.

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