Itsuki suddenly woke up in shock, her cheeks feeling incredibly hot.
Hadn't she said that she only wanted to focus on studying for now?
Why was she having such thoughts?
Moreover, even if she was willing, the other person might not like her in that way.
Whether it was Yuigahama or Yukino, they were both exceptional, far better than herself.
Haruto's eyes landed on Itsuki's face. Perhaps because he was closer, he noticed her cheeks turning red.
It felt like steam would start coming out any moment!
His gaze shifted upward and landed on Itsuki's head.
Her ahoge (a tuft of hair sticking up) was standing straight.
It was clear that the ahoge was still bent and swaying from side to side. Maybe it had heard footsteps and became nervous?
It was incredibly unscientific.
It was just a strand of hair, so why was it moving around!
Last time, because they were short on time, Haruto didn't manage to smooth it down, and Itsuki didn't pay much attention to it. Sadly, she was simple and shy by nature, and wouldn't let anyone touch her ahoge at all.
'As expected, I still can't resist.'
Haruto thought for a moment and reached out his hand.
He was already familiar with Itsuki, so it wasn't a big deal to touch her ahoge again.
After all, it was just hair, right?
At most, he would let Itsuki hit him to vent her anger.
However, girls are quite sensitive in certain areas, and given how close the two were, Itsuki immediately sensed Haruto's intention as soon as he extended his hand.
Itsuki felt embarrassed, puffed up her cheeks, and glared at him.
Haruto coughed, retracted his hand, thought for a moment, and said, "Itsuki, your hair is messy. How about I help you tidy it up?"
'I'm not a child, so I won't let you! You can flick my forehead, but you can't touch my hair!'
Itsuki glared at him, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed. He was always thinking about her ahoge, even though it was just regular hair.
At that moment, the voices of two girls could be heard from the corridor.
"Why is the rooftop door open? That's strange. Is someone up there?"
"Let's go check. If there's no one, we'll lock it."
"Alright, let's go!"
Hearing the voices, Itsuki's heart raced.
Was that the Disciplinary Committee?
Why were they coming to the rooftop at this time?
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Itsuki felt uneasy. If it had been anyone else, she could have explained it, but if she were caught by the Disciplinary Committee...
Itsuki grabbed Haruto's wrist and looked at him nervously.
Although she didn't say anything, her meaning was clear: "What should we do? It'll be bad if we get caught."
Whether sneaking up to the rooftop was a minor or major issue depended on how the Disciplinary Committee viewed it.
Honestly, the Disciplinary Committee and the Student Council had quite a lot of power. One managed the students' daily affairs, while the other oversaw the students' conduct, safety, and other issues.
Even the Student Council was monitored by the Disciplinary Committee.
Of course, if the Disciplinary Committee found out that a boy and girl were secretly meeting on the rooftop, the consequences could be serious.
However, Haruto wasn't bothered.
In an instant, he thought of a dozen solutions.
For instance, he could become invisible, teleport, descend through the wall, fly to the small stairwell house, or simply fly down from there.
There were also a few less ideal methods and such.
Haruto could guarantee that if he went out there, he could handle it in just a few words, and the two members of the Disciplinary Committee wouldn't dare say anything.
But if he did that, his reputation would definitely worsen, and he might even end up on the Disciplinary Committee's blacklist.
So the simplest and most straightforward solution right now was...
Haruto raised his hand and gave a light snap of his fingers.
The crisp sound of the finger snap echoed.
The conversation halted abruptly, and the footsteps slowly receded before completely disappearing.
Only after they had left did the two girls regain their senses and look at each other in confusion.
"What were we doing just now?"
"Huh? Weren't we going on patrol?"
"Hmm~ I guess so, but I feel like I'm forgetting something."
"You're just imagining things! Let's go; class is about to start."
"Alright, let's go."
Haruto snapped back to reality, a contemplative look on his face.
This was the first time he had used his hypnosis ability, and he hadn't mastered it yet, so why did it feel that way?
But it also depended on the other person's willpower, as the other girl seemed unaffected too.
If he did it again, most people probably wouldn't notice.
"Huft~"
Itsuki let out a sigh of relief, feeling relaxed, patting her chest and smiling happily.
"We almost got caught, but luckily they left. I'm so glad we weren't found, but..."
Haruto spoke softly, "Itsuki, could you let go?"
While many people tend to grab things firmly when they're nervous, it usually wasn't an issue.
But Itsuki was quite strong, so it was a big deal!
Thankfully, Haruto wasn't an ordinary person, or else his wrist might have been paralyzed!
"Huh?"
Itsuki blinked and quickly realized that she had unconsciously been gripping his wrist tightly.
Why was it like this? Haruto must think she was weird! Itsuki felt embarrassed and immediately bowed, apologizing: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Please forgive me, Kuromori-kun."
'If you had done it on purpose, you'd be lying down here by now!'
Haruto moved his wrist, looked at her, and quietly estimated the strength of Itsuki's grip.
He had mentioned before that Itsuki was strong, but now he felt he had underestimated her.
Was her strength greater than most boys?
If a regular guy were punched hard by Itsuki, could his ribs break?
It was quite possible!
So letting Itsuki vent her anger was something Haruto needed to reconsider carefully, at least adding some buffs to his body.
Itsuki clasped her hands together and looked at him with a sad expression: "Kuromori-kun, are you okay?"
Among the quintuplets, she was indeed the strongest. Maybe it was because of her good physique?
"Something's wrong."
"Huh?"
Itsuki's eyes widened slightly as she suddenly became nervous.
Haruto put on a serious face: "My hand is about to break, so this is really bad. Unless you let me touch your ahoge, I'll need to go to the hospital."
Hearing this, Itsuki's eyes widened.
Seeing her hesitation, Haruto added, "This is one of my other abilities. As long as a wish condition is met, I'll gain power and heal my body."
Itsuki squinted her eyes, grabbed Haruto's wrist, and examined it closely.
The skin on his wrist was intact, with no marks whatsoever.
If Haruto's wrist had really been injured from her tight grip, there would have been some trace.
But there wasn't.
Itsuki looked up, a dangerously sweet smile appearing on her face, "Kuromori-kun, your wrist is injured, right? I don't see it."
Haruto: "😐"
Itsuki was scary right now!
Compared to Nino's fierce expression, this was several levels more terrifying!
Haruto firmly said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
"Hmph!"
Itsuki snorted softly, releasing Haruto's hand, and slightly lifted the corners of her mouth.
"It's my fault for hurting Kuromori-kun earlier. I'll make it up to you, but you still can't touch my ahoge."
Letting a boy her age touch her head was far too embarrassing.
And it always made Itsuki feel like she was being treated like a child, which was very uncomfortable.
Itsuki sighed and said, "Anyway, I've caused trouble for Kuromori-kun today."