I became the boyfriend of the school's madonna, who had turned down numerous confessions, but somehow, without realizing it, I wasn't just playing a role anymore - Chapter 95

Episode 95: Still Not Enough

“What did you imagine when you said that it was suggestive…?”

Bewildered, I asked Misaki, whose face was flushed with anger.

“I-It’s… nothing!”

But Misaki responded by hiding her face in both hands.

Yeah, seriously, what did she imagine?

“…Well, never mind.”

Misaki definitely had some weird thoughts, but it was convenient that she had stopped crying.

“If you’re feeling better, can you get off my lap now?”

“…No.”

I gently patted her back, but it seemed Misaki was indicating she didn’t want to let go, clinging tightly to me again and pressing her face against my chest.

“Uh…”

Naturally, I felt awkward about her response.

Sasagawa-sensei was right there, but had Misaki forgotten about her older sister’s presence?

“I think it’s mean to make her sit down and then immediately ask her to get off…”

Misaki kept her face pressed against me, her cheeks puffing up slightly.

She seemed to like sitting on my lap, so she probably didn’t want to get down right away.

She’s acting even more childish than usual, probably because she’s emotionally strained…

—And come to think of it, the last train is getting dangerously close…

“By the way, weren’t you supposed to go out with your friends today?”

Since forcibly making Misaki get off would clearly put her in a bad mood, I decided to address Sasagawa-sensei to buy some time that would satisfy Misaki.

Of course, I continued to gently stroke her head, hoping to improve her mood.

“Oh, yes, but… my friend has a fever, so our plans for today got canceled.”

Ah, I see, so that’s why she was resting in her room.

It seemed Misaki hadn’t misunderstood the date.

“Earlier, you were about to ask Misaki for something, right? Was it about dinner?”

Picking up on something she had mentioned when she first visited the room, I asked.

“Well, um… embarrassingly enough, I’m not very good at cooking…”

“…Or household chores in general.”

As Sasagawa-sensei chuckled while speaking, Misaki, still pressing her face against my chest, muttered a small retort.

Since she spoke quietly, Sasagawa-sensei didn’t seem to notice.

“Whenever Misaki visits, she usually cooks for me.”

Upon realizing Misaki was here and wanting to ask for dinner, it made sense.

—This is a good opportunity.

I had a plan in mind and decided to propose it after Misaki was satisfied.