The Tokyo temperatures were indeed rising in mid-February, and the tender buds on the cherry blossom trees along the streets had turned a shade of vibrant green.
Underneath the girl's skirt, there was the addition of pantyhose today, and one could faintly glimpse her alluring fair skin contrasting against the fabric.
"It seems like the first time I've seen Miyano-san wearing pantyhose~" Satoru said with a playful smile.
Mirai is now like a bomb that could detonate at any moment and touch her fragile nerves, leading her to yandere and attack him, imprisoning him in the basement.
But in the pursuit of addressing the root cause, he had just managed to gather information about her difficulties at school and asked Miura Saya, the spicy girl and influential figure in the class, to try to help her. If the progress is quantified to some extent, the progress bar for one hundred progress has just started loading. Therefore, for now, he needed to think of temporary measures to address the immediate situation.
"Does it look good?" Mirai raised her skirt slightly, her cheeks blushing, radiating an irresistible charm.
Satoru gave a thumbs-up, firmly believing that pantyhose were fantastic, comparable to thigh-high stockings, while knee-high socks were slightly less alluring. He couldn't help but mention how enticing it was when pantyhose wrapped around plump, shapely thighs with a subtle transparency, not to mention the allure of exploring further to the top...
"Yagami-kun said last night that I look good in pantyhose~ so I decided to give it a try~" Mirai said, her voice trembling with a hint of spring-like affection.
Last night was truly a dream-like evening, dining together and engaging in delightful conversations. With intimate contact, he lightly pressed his fingertips against the center of her chest. The steam from the hot pot filled the air, and it was such a joyful and harmonious atmosphere.
She had taken the time to dress up early in the morning, but why did he...?
"Today, a friend reminded me that being together with you like this could cause you a lot of trouble." Satoru paused and suddenly said.
After simulating the scenario, he was exceptionally puzzled and angry. But there was always a reason for everything. Mirai seemed quite delighted when they chatted via message before. She even sent a few cute emojis and preview images of beautiful snowy landscapes, implying that she was wearing something he liked today.
Everything was filled with the ambiguous and youthful charm between a young boy and girl. So why did everything suddenly change?
Satoru believed there must be a reason, so he used the experiential mode - Mirai discovered his lunch meeting with Miura Saya on the rooftop, and even when Miura Saya returned to the classroom, her face was still flushed with a spring-like affection, joking with her friends.
These were the words she murmured to herself in the basement as she caressed his own cheek as if it were a precious treasure.
"Ah?" Mirai blinked her eyes.
"Through her, I learned that your situation in the class is not good, and I realized I have caused you a lot of trouble." Satoru sighed, wearing a troubled expression.
"She is...?" Mirai raised an eyebrow curiously.
She was unusually bold today, likely driven by accumulated anger and resentment. Even within the school, they walked side by side, laughing and talking closely. She could even feel the jealous and bitter gazes from many girls.
"It's Miura Saya, a classmate of yours. Do you know her?" he replied softly.
"I asked her during lunchtime and also asked her to help you a bit..." Originally, Satoru intended to disclose this assistance in a casual situation to improve her opinion of him. But now, he had to use it in advance to pacify this bomb that could turn to yandere at any moment.
After all, she was being a bit extreme, wasn't she? Or was it possessiveness? Or perhaps insecurity? The information was still insufficient, so Satoru could only speculate.
"Help me? I don't need it! Besides, Miura-san might not really help me..." Miyano Mirai shook her head, repeatedly waving her hands.
"Why don't you need it? Let me recall how we first met. It was because my group happened to be conducting a personal investigation, and I invited you. I distinctly remember that your class still has groups that were lacking members at that time!" Satoru's face turned serious and earnest.
They had already left the school gates and crossed a street. The two of them instinctively quickened their pace.
Mirai kept her head lowered, maintaining her silence. Her heart was in turmoil, filled with complex and indescribable emotions. Why did this guy treat her so well? Was his lunch meeting with Miura Saya for her sake?
"Let's find a place to have a good talk," Satoru took the initiative.
He didn't plan to follow her home; it was too dangerous! Although he had prepared a contingency plan, and if something went wrong, his dear Sakumu-nee would quickly realize it and search for him. But what if something unexpected happened?