“Ah? What do you mean? Are you looking for a fight?”
Yatogami Tohka stared intently at Origami, like a bristling kitten ready to pounce at any moment.
Origami wasn’t backing down either, keeping a stern face.
“Anytime.”
The tension between the two was palpable.
Shiori tried to persuade them, but the two, caught up in their anger, didn’t hear a word.
On the other side, Miku, who was still signing for the Ai, Mai, Mei Trio, also noticed what was happening with Shiori and the others.
After quickly finishing the signatures, she turned her gaze toward Shiori.
This child… is a type I’ve never seen before!
Shiori was dressed rather femininely, but her actions resembled those of a boy, and her tone clashed with her overall aura—clearly intentional.
A hint of unreadable greed flashed through Miku’s eyes as she slowly walked toward Shiori and the others.
“This classmate, what are you arguing about?”
Miku asked gracefully.
Every movement exuded a noble aura unique to her, and even those unaware of her identity could tell from her demeanor that her family background was extraordinary.
From the moment the Ai, Mai, Mei Trio asked for her signature, she had already noticed Shiori and the group.
Through the expressions during their conversation, Miku had more or less guessed their relationship.
To approach Shiori as naturally as possible, it seemed best to start with the two girls who were in the middle of a heated quarrel.
Seeing Miku approach, Yatogami Tohka quickly stopped arguing with Origami and swiftly pulled out a notebook from behind her.
“It’s nothing, it’s nothing, Miss Izayoi, could you sign for me too?”
She asked.
“Of course, no problem.”
Miku smiled, took the notebook, signed her name, and looked at Shiori.
“Classmate, would you like a signature as well?”
“Ah… um…”
Shiori hesitated.
She wasn’t particularly interested in Miku’s signature, but just then, Kanzaki Kotori’s voice suddenly came through her earpiece.
“What are you standing there for? With such a good opportunity in front of you, do you still need me to tell you what to do?”
Kanzaki Kotori’s meaning was obvious.
She wanted Shiori to use Miku’s signature as a pretext to start getting closer to her.
Shiori twitched at the corner of her eye.
But unlike Yatogami Tohka, she hadn’t brought a notebook.
Looking around, she finally fixed her gaze on the ribbon on her school uniform’s chest.
“Um… I didn’t bring a notebook. If Miss Izayoi doesn’t mind, could you sign on my ribbon?”
As she spoke, Shiori was about to remove the ribbon.
But before she could, Miku, holding the pen, leaned in.
That face, beautiful as a goddess, was less than five centimeters from hers—she could even feel the other’s breath.
A fresh floral scent invaded her nose, making Shiori feel light-headed.
“Hehe, you must be the first fan to make such a request of me.”
Miku chuckled.
Then, she actually began to sign her name, stroke by stroke, on the ribbon at Shiori’s chest.
Perhaps because of the awkward angle, Miku’s movements were slow, and it took over thirty seconds before she finished and moved away.
Shiori felt her heartbeat racing.
This was the first time she’d been approached so closely by such a beautiful lady!
However, the excitement was soon doused by someone’s intense stare.
Origami, who had witnessed everything from the side, was glaring at Miku, a murderous aura leaking from her beautiful eyes.
Frightened, Shiori quickly pulled Origami aside to talk her down, fearing she might do something impulsive.
Watching Shiori’s back, the light in Miku’s eyes grew brighter.
This child isn’t bad either.
If I could have her along with that Spirit lady…
After finally calming Origami down, Shiori sighed in relief and went to help the Ai, Mai, Mei Trio clean up backstage.
But unexpectedly, Miku walked over again.
“Classmate, are you in charge of the backstage area? I left some luggage in the backstage warehouse earlier. I can’t move it alone. Could you help me?”
This immediately caught Origami’s attention.
Although Shiori had just lectured her, Origami’s hostility toward Miku hadn’t lessened.
“Don’t you have people with you? Why ask Shiori for help?”
Miku smiled gently, her face showing not a hint of panic.
“My classmates all have other things to do. I feel bad bothering them. I hope Shiori would do me the honor.”
Origami frowned, feeling something was off about Miku.
However, to Shiori, this was a rare chance.
She had been wondering how to get closer to Miku, and now the opportunity had appeared.
“Of course, no problem.”
Shiori nodded.
“Then, let’s go.”
Seeing Shiori agree, Miku turned and headed toward the warehouse.
Shiori was about to follow, but Origami stopped her, whispering.
“Shiori, I think there’s something strange about Miku. You’d better be careful.”
Something strange…
What Origami probably meant was Miku’s yuri tendencies.
After all, during the autograph moment, the atmosphere felt quite “orange,” and Origami likely sensed it too.
“I understand.”
Yet, the two were on completely different wavelengths.
Origami actually meant that she sensed Spirit power from Miku.
Shiori followed Miku to the backstage warehouse, but quickly realized the place was empty—there was no luggage at all.
“Miss Izayoi, this is…”
Shiori was confused.
Miku smiled, turned to face Shiori, and revealed a seductive grin.
“Shiori, it’s just the two of us here. Haven’t you guessed what I want to do?”
Just the two of us… alone…
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Shiori’s mind, and her face turned bright red.
She remembered Kanzaki Kotori mentioning that Miku sometimes took cute girl fans home after concerts, but she never expected Miku would dare do such things at school.
“Th-that… Miss Izayoi, this is still the school… Isn’t it a bit inappropriate?”
Shiori instinctively took two steps back.
If this continued, things could get dangerous!
“Eh? What’s so bad about it?”
Miku took a few steps forward, narrowing the distance.
Her smile deepened.
She reached out with slender, fair fingers, hooked Shiori’s collar, and brought her lips close to Shiori’s ear, exhaling softly.
A tingling sensation spread through Shiori’s body, making her feel as if her bones had melted.
With a smile, Miku whispered in Shiori’s ear.
“Shiori, would you come to my house tonight?”