Kabedon!

After safely escorting Mafuyu back to her apartment, Shinichi was about to send Itsuki home too when he heard her say this:

"I accidentally left something behind. Let's go back to your place to retrieve it first."

"There's a housewarming party tomorrow, can't you just come and pick it up then?"

Itsuki's face had a faint blush, barely visible in the dimly lit street: "That... it's not something easy to show in front of everyone."

"What..." Shinichi thought for a few seconds, then glanced at her lower body with a puzzled expression.

"Why... no, when did you leave something like that at my house?"

Itsuki looked confused, then reacted, suddenly covering her bottom covered by a long skirt, and shyly flipping her hair towards him.

"Who would leave something like that at a guy's house!! Asada-kun is really lewd!"

"Let me go, your foolish swordsmanship is getting better day by day."

"Anyway, take me to your house!"

"Okay, okay, really, Itsuki has become a naughty child."

"Who's naughty..."

As night fell, the stars and moon disappeared, city lights scattered everywhere. The noise of pedestrians and busy traffic mixed, dissipating the cold that should be expected in December.

They walked side by side through streets and alleys, and Itsuki called her home, saying she was busy with something related to Mafuyu and would be home late.

Shinichi didn't know why, but he couldn't be happy at all.

The honest child was drifting away from him and becoming more like him.

Fortunately, she hadn't learned his character to ride many boats at all, or else Shinichi might have to die to apologize.

"I always feel like you're thinking something bad." Seeing Shinichi's wandering expression, Itsuki showed a little caution.

Shinichi regained his awareness and didn't feel embarrassed, he nodded unabashedly: "Your guess is right. I wonder if I should treat you to a cup of sleepy black tea later and let you go home then."

"Don't say things like that that will make a girl anxious, okay?" Itsuki said angrily.

"You clearly wouldn't do that, but you want to make yourself look dangerous. What kind of disguise is this?"

Shinichi pinched his chin and sighed: "This is me. No more hiding, no more awkwardness, let those who like me like me more, let those who hate me hate me more, and let those who have no feelings for me keep their distance. ...Honestly, I plan to live like this from now on."

"Directed at girls?"

"Except for official matters."

They looked at each other and smiled.

Apartment was in front. Itsuki looked at the moonlight and suddenly said:

"Asada-kun, don't you want to know what my dream is?"

From the end of the conversation until now, Shinichi had never asked the question that had crossed his mind, and it seemed like he didn't care at all.

This made Itsuki sad, feeling like she wasn't taken seriously.

Even if he didn't care, she would find a way to make him care.

After the incident with Mafuyu was over, Itsuki didn't intend to stay silent anymore.

"I might be able to guess." Shinichi looked calm and confident, "Your dream is to become a teacher, and your aspiration is to be with me, right?"

"Too much!"

Itsuki puffed her cheeks in anger, but her cheeks reddened slightly.

"Besides, if Asada-kun didn't say that, I wouldn't have such a hard time deciding between being a teacher and a secretary!"

"Can you blame me?"

"If not? You're the culprit, aren't you, the source of all evil!" She said seriously.

That's too much to say...

Shinichi sighed in frustration.

"Do you want me to take responsibility?"

"Yes. Then please take responsibility."

"Of course... Huh?"

Shinichi was stunned and instinctively turned around to look.

There was no intention to joke, and it seemed there was a warm feeling that could melt him in those dark blue eyes.

"Itsuki..."

"Let's go."

Smiling, Itsuki said nothing and headed to her apartment.

The atmosphere became silent for a moment, and the sound of passing cars was loud but faint.

Shinichi quickly followed suit, and they both soon arrived at Room 102's door. Fortunately, they didn't meet anyone they knew on the way.

He took out the keys and entered first. The entrance light illuminated the dark room. The bags were still placed in the corridor, but Mafuyu's scent had long disappeared.

"Let's see if you want to come in and get it. I'll go to the bathroom first."

Shinichi took off shoes at the entrance, but at this moment, he heard the sound of the door being closed and then locked.

"???"

As that question popped into his mind, a strong force grabbed his arm and threw him against the wall.

(Wait, am I being attacked? By whom?)

Shinichi only had time to put on a puzzled expression, he was powerless and stuck to the wall like an old doll.

*BAM*

"Ugh..."

His cheeks trembled violently, and the air escaped from his lungs.

Whether it was intentional or too nervous, but the other party didn't hold back at all, and just threw him forcefully against the wall, which shocked his internal organs and almost made his brain vibrate.

And at this moment, the only person who could do such a thing was Itsuki.

"What are you suddenly doing..." Shinichi said with a pained expression on his face. Before he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Mercilessly, another white hand slapped the side of his head hard, and the old apartment wall made an unpleasant sound.

The strong wind lifted his hair, revealing his frightened eyes.

With the angle and force like that, it seemed that if tilted slightly further, half of Shinichi's head would turn into mud.

(No, the problem isn't that I was almost slapped to death, nor is it when Itsuki's strength can rival Yotsuba...)

Shinichi was filled with sadness, anger, and reluctance, and he stared at the girl in front of him with hatred.

Damn!

It's kabedon again!

What's their problem? Is the whole Nakano family making it difficult for him? Do they feel uncomfortable if they don't achieve accomplishments?

According to him, this is genetic skill!

If he had a daughter with her in the future, would his daughter not be able to speak, but would slap her hand against the wall when she saw her father for the first time?

...What? What should he do if his baby is a boy?

If he dares to do a kabedon, his father will break his hand, that's for sure.

"A-Asada-kun!"

As these random thoughts filled Shinichi's mind, Itsuki was filled with anxious screams, finally bringing him back to reality.

Looking closer, the half-face pretty face shorter than his was looking at him.

The girl's expression was tense, and she seemed to have made a decision, her eyes moist and she stared at him tightly.

However, her lips were still trembling, and her words stuttered.

"T-there's something I want to tell you!"

Her cheeks were as red as apples, looking enticing and delicious.

Shinichi swallowed his saliva as his throat rolled, suppressing his desire with strong will, and sighed helplessly.

"Itsuki, we're alone here. Just speak like you said. Is it necessary to pose like this?"

"U-unknowingly..." Embarrassment surged instantly, and Itsuki panicked, just as she was about to stop and move away, she suddenly realized something strange about herself.

Itsuki furrowed her brow deeply, her attention fully focused on this issue, and she muttered a guess.

"You're right, it's actually unnecessary... Why did I do this?"

"Is it instinct or something, I always feel like this posture is easier to talk to and more impressive. But I definitely don't have feelings for Kirisu-sensei. On the contrary, the more I get to know Asada-kun, the longer I know him, the more I want to execute you..."