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Kuriu-sensei was written in the sender column. I could only imagine one person that could be. Haruma-san’s homeroom teacher, whom we had interviewed the other day at school.
“…Weird…”
“How very peculiar…”
There was silence for a while, and then Haruma-san and I gazed at each other’s faces and nodded. Before the words even left our mouths, we could see what the other was thinking. We, who had surmounted many difficulties by leaning on each other, understood each other better than anyone else could.
We opened our mouths in unison.
“The Random Crossroad.”
“My beloved Misa.”
We diverged right from the very outset.
I made a shocked and betrayed expression, only for Haruma-san to respond with something utterly nonsensical. “Come on, she mentioned the Random Crossroad! She said, ‘Someone’s been spreading the rumours around,’ but she’s clearly doing it herself!” That rubbish had nothing to do with the main topic at hand, so it was neither here nor there…
More importantly, the fact that Kuriu-sensei was propositioning my beloved Misa was an earthshaking development. I wondered just when they had come into contact with each other.
“Er, you could say she’s just looking out for others too much,” said Haruma-san.
“Is there really a teacher like that these days? That kind of passionate teacher who looks out for students outside the classroom was captured and wiped out last century.”
That’s not all. I frowned hard.
“It’s strange that she would keep such an important thing from me. If she is going to involve herself with something that means the entire world to me, then she ought to go through a provisional check with me first, am I not right?”
“What you’re saying is completely retarded, but the logic is correct, at least.” Haruma-san folded his arms and tapped his forehead. “Okay, so if what you’re saying is true, then what is Kuriu-sensei after? Why would she take your little sister out and keep you in the dark?”
“She seems to be aware that Misa has no money…”
We squinted hard at the LCD screen. One word came to surface.
“Undergarments…”
Undergarments? Haruma-san parroted, to which I explained to him the matter of the underwear business. It was a rival in the financing realm.
“I don’t know what Kuriu-sensei is up to, but perhaps we had gotten close to the truth that night.”
“Weren’t you the one who said Kuriu-sensei was definitely not up to something?”
“Psychologically speaking, Haruma-san.”
“Hmm?”
“Loudly proclaiming another person’s subtle mistakes seems to be an expression of sexual desire: ‘I want to conquer that person!’”
Being the frail girl that I am, I hugged my shoulders in fear, upon which Haruma-san let out some kind of beastly roar. Perhaps he was conflicted between human reason and his beastly instincts.
There there. I stroked his head out of the kindness in my heart. The rough feel of his hair increasingly struck me as that of a beast. He appeared to have lost his wallet, so if I were to let him into my spacious garden, I would be letting him run free.
“Misa is an unsuspecting girl, so I suppose she’d nod along to whatever a teacher says. There’s not a moment to waste! Haruma-san, my pet, let us hurry and carry out an investigation!”
“What did you just say? Why are you petting me?”
For precaution’s sake, I deleted the text message, and then stood up firmly.
“Misa, I have to do something outside for a bit! If I get back late, could you go to bed ahead of me?”
“Roger. I’ll hold the base, so you two can go take your sweet time together.” Her carefree voice sounded from the kitchen.
I nodded, and then looked over my shoulder at Haruma-san. He should have been raring to go, but for some reason he seemed awfully subdued.
Nevertheless, I summoned my courage and gently asked him a question.
“I have free time after this.” I paused. “Haruma-san, have you time to spare?”
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