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「Now, let’s get a light meal for lunch!」

After a while, Ruka suggested we eat.
Both Miyu and I couldn’t quite decide on where to go next, so the suggestion was greatly appreciated.

Following Ruka’s lead, we entered a cafe inside the station.
Being behind the group, I went with the flow until we reached a table. Having two beauties sitting in front of me is pretty overwhelming. Got me weirdly nervous. Almost had me forgetting I’m a girl like them.
Even during and after we chose our orders, Ruka was nothing but cheerful. I don’t feel any ulterior motives from her at all. Meanwhile, I feel ashamed of both of us for completely having ulterior motives.
After a while, our ordered dishes came.
One thick slice of toast with chocolate sauce in a lattice pattern.
One round fluffy cake with a lot of fresh cream.
Miyu and Ruka’s dishes are served before them.
　　
And while I’m peak high school girl, I’m actually not good with fresh cream and fruits. I love ice cream and jelly, though.
And with this being my first time here, my indecisiveness acted up, and as a result, even though I already ate some yesterday, I ordered a hamburger.
　　　
「Ruka-chan, yours looks so tasty～」

Miyu says with a fork in hand.
You’re calling her Ruka-chan in person, huh? *Hmph*.

「Have a bite, Miyu. Here, *a~h*.」

Ruka scoops a piece of cake with her fork and holds it to Miyu.
Miyu doesn’t really like being fed like that, so maybe you shouldn’t…

「*Oh*, that’s good. I like how it’s not too sweet.」

*Oh*? Miyu-san?
You ate that with no hesitation now, did you?

「Do you want a bite too, Misaki?」
「She probably doesn’t want it. Misaki’s bad with fresh cream, after all.」

Miyu arbitrarily declined on my behalf.
I never said I was bad with them, though? Can you not speak of it like it’s my weak point? *Ah*, but please give me a slice without fresh cream.

「*Hm～n*, not too sweet indeed～」

The pancake Ruka fed softly melts into my mouth.
Well, it’s actually plenty sweet for me. But I’m an adult who can read the mood, hence my response.
　
「Ruka-chan, your outfit is adorable.」
　
As we finished eating, Miyu suddenly broached this topic.
She’s not in Miyu-sama mode; she’s closer to her normal voice. I guess she’s returning the favor for the praises earlier, huh. Still, for Miyu, she seems surprisingly open towards Ruka.

「Right, right, look at this.」

Ruka raises her arms. It’s a pink cardigan.

「Look, Misaki, you said that you love moe-sleeves¹, right?」

Ruka pinches her oversized sleeves before flapping them in my direction.
*M-moeeeee!* (outdated)

「Still, today feels a bit warm for this～」

*Eh*? And yet you went out of the way to wear it?
Perhaps she’s the altruistic type? And seeing how the guys approached her earlier, she might be weak against pressure. She might do whatever’s asked of her.

「C’mon, hey, hey, hey～」

Stretching out her hands, she flutters her over-sized sleeves around my neck.
One of my dreams, finally realized.

「*He～h*, Is that so～……？」

Beside us, Miyu’s eyes narrowed. I feel like she’s saying, 「Damn otaku,」 or something.
Miyu hates these kinds of unruly fashion. And I know that, which is why I never mentioned it to her.

「We should leave soon. It’s starting to get crowded here.」

With Miyu’s words, our moe-moe time promptly ended.

Ruka’s house was in a quiet neighborhood.
It’s a two-floor home with a small yard. Turning the key, Ruka opens the front door.

「There’s no one around today～ So make yourselves at home～ 」
　　
The roofed garage outside was empty. Seems like her family’s out.

「… No one around, she says.」

Miyu whispered as we passed the front door.
She had a suggestive gaze. As though to say, *’Isn’t it suspicious that she invited you when her family is out?’*
With the incident earlier, I thought that Miyu finally opened up to Ruka, but I feel like the moe-sleeve thing complicated the situation again. Miyu has gotten less talkative. It seems like her suspicions aren’t cleared.
Ruka led us to her room on the second floor.
Her curtains, carpet, bedding, and most stuff are generally pink.
It’s a proper girl’s room. It smells super nice.
　
「Lemme get some drinksー」

Saying so, Ruka left the room.
It’s my first time entering a girl’s room that’s not Miyu’s. And even Miyu doesn’t let me in her room that much.
I feel like an illegal intruder taking advantage of my body’s sex to be here. I want to dive into the bed and sniff the pillows.

「Not sitting down?」
　
Perhaps knowing what’s in my head, Miyu, who sat down on a floor cushion, was staring at me like I’m a creep.
I hurriedly sat right next to Miyu on the floor cushion Ruka prepared. In seiza², for some reason.

「*Fua～ah*, that was kinda exhausting.」

Miyu stretched her body.
Just as I noticed her standing on her knees for some reason, her hands were on the carpet. She then leaned forward, her lips touching my cheek.
… Touching my cheek?
I reeled back in surprise.

「W-wait, what are you doing?」
「Kiss.」
「No, no, I mean why now?」
「Because I want to?」

Why do something so nice all of the sudden?
Still, this isn’t the time for that.

「You say that, but what if Ruka sees us?」
「Would being seen be a problem?」
「It’d be a problem for you too, wouldn’t it?」

I immediately replied, but, 「*Hmm～…*」 she silently pondered for a moment.

「I don’t really mind, but why would it be a problem for *you*? Is Ruka finding out that you love me a problem? Why is that?」

Logical mode is here.
She’s not necessarily angry right now, but her somewhat artificial tone with the inquisitive expression is scary.
Still, now that she mentioned it, why is that?
If I tell Ruka about our relationship loud and proud, the fear of NTR will disappear. Unnecessary bloodshed will be avoided. Probably.
However, if she ever talks about it at school, it’s going to be complicated. And this would be a problem for Miyu, wouldn’t it?
　
「That’s, I mean, it would cause trouble for us both if the rumor gets out at school…」
「You can just give Ruka-chan a proper explanation, no? Tell just her, *’I love Miyu the most in the world; I’m a pervert who obeys every word Miyu tells me,’* and so.」
「That latter part went weird.」
「You don’t seem to be taking the hint, huh? Hey, you’re not thinking of going to Ruka-chan as plan B in case things don’t work out with me, are you?」

*Gulp.*
No, what do you mean, *gulp*? She didn’t hit the mark at all.
I’m just surprised to hear Miyu say something like that. I knew it; she’s still super suspicious of us.

「N-no! Of course not! There’s no way in hell!」
「Really? Misaki, haven’t you been ogling at Ruka-chan’s legs earlier?」
「E-excuse me? I-I don’t ogle at all.」
「Are you sure~?」

About that, Ruka’s outfit being so sexy is to blame here. Raise that complaint to Ruka.
In the first place, if you say that, isn’t Miyu guilty of the same thing? Randomly praising Ruka for her cute clothes and stuff.　

「What about you? Aren’t you pretty chummy with Ruka all of a sudden?」

I’ll hit her where it hurts.
I expected her to hastily justify herself, but as though she was waiting for this, Miyu’s lips curved into a huge smirk.

「*Hm*? Oh my, Misaki-chan, are you perhaps jealous～？」

She tilts her smirking face towards me.
I answered with a serious expression.

「I am, so what?」
「Did you get anxious seeing me and Ruka-chan getting friendly?」
「Yeah.」
「Are you worried that she might steal me from you?」
「Yeah.」
「You’re too honest; it’s kinda disappointing.」

*That’s not true! You’re so mean, Miyu! Just do as you want, then! Hmph!*
That might have been the reaction she wanted, but I’m not feeling that. I will not allow NTR any quarter.

「Miyu? If you mess around too much, you might get stabbed, you know? Be careful.」

I make my hand into a blade and hold it up to her. Yandere hand knife.
I am not a harem protagonist; I’m a Yandere heroine. Don’t ever forget that.

「I’m throwing those words right back at you.」

Miyu also raises her hand knife.
A kill or be killed Yandere battle has started.
As we continued locking gazes, Ruka returned with a tray of glasses.

「Thanks for waiting～… *Huh*? What’s wrong, you two?」

Ruka stood still with a confounded expression.
We quietly put our arms down, sheathing our weapons.