What have I gotten myself into?!

What did she mean by that?! Are my ears working at all?!

*Mmmmphhhhphmmm*

Muffled sounds come out from my chest.

Looking down, I can see that my uniform is not dry anymore. In addition, there is a warm feeling of the water coming into contact with my skin. The class representative buries her entire face into me, wrapping her slender arms behind my back to pull me closer and sobbing quietly.

Why is she crying? I have no idea.

However, what I do have an idea about is Laura's softness. It may sound a little creepy, but I have never touched a girl before, so I do not know how they are. Are all girls like this? Or is this just the one before me right now?

Most importantly, two significant objects are being pushed onto my chest.

Such a heavenly feeling...

How can this person be courageous while having such a delicate body in the past tries? She faced off the delinquents with nothing but her sense of justice, for Christ's sakes!

Wait! That should not be my focus right now!

"What did you just say?" I grab the class rep's shoulders and push her away from me for a second.

It was difficult for me to do so since she clutched onto me like a koala.

I thought the class rep would say something to reply right after my question. But contrary to my belief, Laura first uses her sleeve to wipe off the tears on her face rather than making any other sounds. It is as if she wanted to show me her strong side or something.

Then, she takes a deep breath, giving me the most intense look I have ever seen.

"It is not a sin for you to fall in love, C!"

Nope. My ears did not deceive me. I heard it right.

"Yes, you heard it right. This is a confession from me, Laura, to the one and only Classmate C."

So it is not asking for support in a confession after all?

The class rep takes my hands while I can not muster up any strength to resist. My body has gone into abandon mode since a while ago already.

"I wanted to do this somewhere with just the two of us. But I know you will feel uncomfortable if we go out."

Thank you for your consideration, Laura. That is greatly appreciated.

"So what do you say? Why don't we start dating?"

I can see Laura's blush. It is as red as a...

Argh...What is really red to compare...? A firetruck? No! How could I even link the blushing of a beautiful girl to a freaking truck!

My brain is dead. It is so literally fried... Just know the class rep is very embarrassed right now.

On the other hand...

Oh. My. God.

OH. MY. FREAKING. GOD!!!!

This is not happening! DOES SHE HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME!?!? This is not anymore a mere red warning with a death flag, but some existential crisis level of the bugged events!

What do I do? What can I possibly do in this type of situation!?

This is not a joke! The cliche 'fake confessions' are not in the game since the girls are very attracted to the main character.

I feel like I am going to shit bricks!!! And I can not even have the need to go to the toilet!!

DIVERGE, C! DIVERGE!

By all means, reject her!! She must never be in love with me! If I accept this, there is no way the story will return back to normal!

And what the hell is going on with this try?! Why is it not resetting?

"I...um...I have never been confessed to before. It is a little hard for me to process everything right now..."

I can hear my voice shaking UGHHHHH!!!

"Oh, don't worry. Take your time. The school will not start in another 30 minutes." Laura gives me a kind look.

But...are you not giving me these 30 minutes only to decide?

I am trying my best to hold the panic in my throat down. "It may take longer than 30 minutes, though."

Hearing so, Laura smiles mischievously.

*Katan*

The class rep takes the seat next to me and pulls it close, combining the two tables and chairs into one set. Then, elegantly, she sits down.

There is a distance of less than a centimeter between the two of us.

"Mind if I sit here?" Laura asks with her hands firmly on the desk as if trying to make a deal with me.

Her actions have shown me something quite hard to describe. Before, she would be sticky to her personality for the entire script. But now, I feel she has more...how should I put this...freedom.

"You kind of already do."

"Ahaha." The class representative puts a hand on her lips as she giggles.

Damn, she is gorgeous.

"Thanks, C! For listening to me."

"Why do you keep thanking me? It's not that big of a deal at all."

Laura turns her entire body toward me. The chocolate eyes shine brightly, glimmering the light from the surroundings. I can make out my reflection in those captivating eyes of hers.

"It is much bigger than you think!" She says so with a straight face. No smiling, no giggling. "So, about my confession."

No matter how tempting it is, there is no way for me to accept such an offer. Since Laura is gathering all her courage to face me like this, I will do the same thing out of respect and let her down gently.

"Sorry, Laura. But I have to say no."

I stare at her face, waiting for negative feedback. Even if I wanted to try this thing out, this "dating" thing, I would still not be able to do it right.

Currently, the place I live is drawn with some black and white pencil lines. I have no parents, no income, and no hobbies whatsoever.

Let's pretend I accept Laura's buggy confession.

It must be based on the premise of love, right? What I do have for Laura is at most like. Not love.

What am I going to do next? Obviously, taking her out on a date is meaningless. I am absolutely dirt poor. Therefore dates are out of the equation. Not only that, but I can not eat. Will she become suspicious?

Then what else can I do? Talk to her until she is bored with me?

To be fair, I am not disliking the fact that I got a confession that much. Although the reason for this bug to be like that is something beyond me, it is still a good feeling to know you are worth something to someone.

Laura just should not be with someone like me, a background character with a few lines to say.

I am just not the one she should be looking at.

Tears once again start to fill the eyes of the person in front of me. My rejection must have hurt her feelings a lot. It makes sense, though. Laura is still in the middle of the class and was recently rejected by a nobody like me. Out of everyone, she was let down by the most dispensable of the game. Laura should feel humiliated.

As the class rep raises her right hand, I also steel myself for a well-deserved slap. There are no eyes on my face, but I can actually close my 'eyes'. It feels like the lights are being turned off.

A warm sensation is upon my cheeks. "Silly. I am not asking you to be in love with me. At least, not now."

Laura has brought both of her arms to wrap my face. She still keeps her straightforward demeanor even when droplets are falling down.

"Eh? Isn't that how dating is supposed to be?" I am a tad bit confused.

She leans even closer, making her presence known to me.

Finally, her forehead touches mine.

"C, dating can be a way to figure out whether or not we are compatible. If we are interested in each other, we can always try it out, yeah?"

Damn...

Seeing the yanderes killing one another for so long under the name of dating, I have forgotten the actual practice.

For Han, the protagonist we have not talked about, once he and his girlfriends started dating, they immediately jumped to sex.

No getting fond of, no cutesy holding hands or blushing, saying each other's names, no after-school dates.

Just sex.

I thought we would be doing that too. Phew. This stupid head of mine!

To be fair, having a couple more dates should be fine! There should be no harm done.

"I see that you are seriously considering my proposal. Shall I take that as a yes?"

Her tempting lips are so close to me now. We are barely apart after her advancements.

If I keep delaying this, I can no longer see myself as a man anymore.

"Please take good care of me, Laura."

"Hehe! I know you would!"

The class rep lifts her body up slightly.

*Chu*

A fleeting cold sensation touches my forehead.

*SCRSHHHHHH*

Instantly, statics are all over my mind.

There is only my reflection in those brown eyes. Nothing else is being paid a sliver of attention.

"Fufu. Please take good care of me, Classmate C. I will not let anything get in our way this time. Anything."

The last sentence goes over my head because my brain has stopped all higher functions. It will not receive any more signals from here.

I can not think of anything else.