Miura Saya

"Good afternoon, Miura-san."

As Satoru stepped onto the stairs and locked the door, he saw the girl leaning against the railing, enjoying the breeze.

Her blonde hair danced in the wind, adorned with a pretty pink hairband. She lightly pressed down on the slightly raised skirt, revealing her fair thighs that contrasted with the vibrant skirt. Her exquisite face and alluring figure were accentuated by the unbuttoned shirt.

"Good afternoon, Yagami-kun. It's rare for you to invite me out proactively~"

She smiled and walked towards the middle, where a mat was laid out on the steps for them to have lunch.

"I assume you have something to talk to me about?"

She looked at him with a playful smile.

Satoru knew that asking another girl for information about Miyano Mirai would likely have some repercussions. It might even trigger a domino effect of jealousy. But he had no choice.

Miyano Mirai had sent him a message, saying that she had asked a friend to take photographs of the beautiful snow scenery in her hometown of Otaru and invited Satoru to come and enjoy it. Satoru couldn't refuse, or else his words of welcoming her and inviting her to pursue him last night would be meaningless.

Would Miyano Mirai instantly turn dark? Giving hope and ruthlessly shattering it is the easiest way to make someone...

"I just want to ask a few things about your classmate, Miyano Mirai."

Satoru remained calm and composed. The more composed he appeared, the better.

Besides, his relationship with Miura Saya was just that of friends with a hint of ambiguity. It was innocent!

"I already guessed. Someone saw you two leaving the school together yesterday..."

Miura Saya raised an eyebrow and maintained her smile.

A gust of wind blew, and the sunlight dimmed as dark clouds covered the sky, making the previously warm breeze feel damp and cold.

"Yagami-kun, are you interested in her, or do you simply want to help her? Did you two spend Valentine's Day together?"

"But I also invited Yagami-kun... Why did you go with her instead of me?"

Miura Saya continued to smile, but her words carried a growing chill, making people shudder.

The cold wind "whooshed" by.

Satoru controlled his surging emotions. When he and Miyano Mirai left the school together yesterday, he thought it was a bit exaggerated that she didn't feel comfortable walking beside him until they were two blocks away. But now he realized that he had underestimated the high schoolers' gossip level.

He was curious whether someone from Miura Saya's class had witnessed it or someone from another class. He was quite a prominent figure at Sakurano Hill, and being a prominent figure meant that every move he made would be observed. In that sense, Miyano Mirai might be well aware of this, so that's why she acted that way when they walked home together yesterday.

"It wasn't exactly a Valentine's Day celebration. We just dealt with something." 

Satoru explained with a smile, his thoughts flowing. The experience of rolling in the flowers after his memory revival made him feel indifferent at the moment. Even though her words were as sharp as a razor and the cold wind howled, they were just friends right now! They weren't a couple!

"Miura-san just mentioned that I wanted to help her?"

He quickly caught the key point. His ability to pick up on important details was strong.

For example, at this moment, just by visually estimating the unbuttoned buttons, Satoru could tell that Miura-san was also well-endowed. She might even surpass Miyano Mirai and Sakumu-nee.

Miura Saya restrained her diffusing aggressiveness and opened her lunchbox and started eating in small bites.

"She's not in a good situation within the class, and I thought Yagami-kun knew about it. After all, you pay a lot of attention to girls who are important to you."

The jealousy in her words was palpable.

Satoru chuckled. She was usually a strong and assertive girl, but now she looked so adorable when jealous.

"Ah~"

He picked up a small meatball from his lunchbox and brought it to her lips.

Miura Saya's fair cheeks turned slightly rosy like a blush, and her voice unconsciously became soft and delicate.

"Ah~"

She slightly opened her mouth, teeth biting into the meatball, savoring its deliciousness.

The shimmering waves in her eyes softened her body and bones, making her unable to muster any anger or jealousy. She just silently gazed at him with tenderness. His face, so close to her, was still handsome and radiant. The more she looked at him, the more she felt infatuated. The sunlight shining on him only added to his charm~