The forest path behind the school building.
Ebina pulled the reluctant Miura to sit on a bench, sighed, and said, "Actually, something's been off with Yui since Monday."
"Now, she doesn't even hang out with us anymore. We're worried about her."
"I went to the Service Club, but Yumiko and Yukinoshita got into an argument."
Miura complained unhappily, "Ebina, don't mention that person."
Ebina shrugged and looked helplessly at Haruto, her expression saying: "The situation is as you see."
Haruto: "😐"
There was such a big complaint, and they said it was an argument, but in reality, Miura was completely crushed, wasn't she?
She actually tried to argue with Yukino.
Miura said unhappily, "Kuromori-kun, please watch your expression, it's making me angry!"
Haruto ignored Miura and continued, "Then you found Yui again, but Yui hesitated and couldn't explain why. As a result, Yui has been getting gloomier by the day, right?"
"Eh?"
Ebina looked at him in surprise, "Kuromori-kun, you're amazing, you guessed everything right."
Miura raised an eyebrow and said, "Since you know, why don't you go and comfort Yui? Or are you saying you changed your mind, and that's why Yui's like this?"
Haruto said, exasperated, "Miura, I suggest you write romance scripts in the future."
Miura looked confused: "What do you mean?"
Ebina thought for a moment, then burst out laughing.
Miura clenched her fists and said angrily, "Ebina, why are you laughing?"
"Ah, it's nothing."
Ebina quickly shook her head. If she told Miura that Haruto was mocking her for having such a wild imagination and a dramatic storyline, Miura would definitely get mad.
"So hateful."
Even though Miura didn't know why Ebina was laughing, she knew it had something to do with what Haruto said.
What made her even angrier was that she was confused and didn't understand the meaning behind his words at all.
This made her look like a fool.
Miura's face flushed red, and she suddenly stood up and said, "Didn't you just say you had prosopagnosia?"
Haruto said calmly, "Sorry, I said I had temporary prosopagnosia, but now I remember."
"I think you're doing this on purpose!"
"Yes, I am."
"How dare you admit it?"
'Why wouldn't I dare admit it? Others might think you're the Queen of Fire, at the top of the high school social food chain, and keep their distance, but do you really think people are scared of you?'
Ebina quickly grabbed Miura, who was about to storm off: "Sorry, Yumiko's been in a bad mood lately. Alright, Kuromori-kun, we'll be off now."
"Alright, see you."
Haruto glanced at Miura, who was glaring at him, then turned and left without concern.
Miura and Nino were actually quite similar in terms of personality.
Dealing with girls like them was simple.
You just had to push back.
Whoever was cowardly would lose.
As Haruto walked, he suddenly sensed something. He looked up and saw the figure of Yuigahama hurriedly disappearing down the corridor connecting the building.
Haruto thought for a moment and decided to ignore it for now.
Due to the lack of information, he didn't know the specific reason why Yuigahama was upset.
Overall, he decided to let it be for now.
He would wait until he could ask Yukino about it.
Haruto walked toward the vending machine, thought for a moment, and decided to buy a bottle of warm milk for Miku.
Skipping lunch wasn't a good idea.
Especially when you're not feeling well.
After buying the warm milk, Haruto took out his phone and sent a message to Miku: "There's a spot near the back of the teaching building where you can get a foot massage. Hurry up and come."
Miku, a bit out of it, instinctively checked her phone. "Is this really Reckless Haruto?"
Miku pouted, her cheeks feeling a bit warm: "He suddenly calls for me. What does he want?"
After hesitating for a moment, she covered her stomach, frowning slightly. After some more hesitation, she typed a reply: "Haruto, what's up?"
Haruto replied: "I got you a bottle of warm milk. Come get it yourself, or should I bring it to you?"
Warm milk?
Did he know?
Miku's face flushed visibly: "Seppuku!"
Haruto's mouth twitched, his expression blank: "Forget it, I'll drink the milk myself!"
Seeing that Haruto was no longer paying attention to her, Miku bit her lip silently.
Today happened to be a special time, and warm milk just being delivered... Haruto must know something, right?
Of course, it would be terribly embarrassing for a guy to know about her period!
Even though she thought that, Miku still felt a bit disappointed.
She didn't know how much time passed, but a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded beside her.
"Nakano-san."
Miku quickly looked up at the girl standing beside her.
"Sorry, is something wrong?"
Ebina pulled up a chair and sat next to her, worriedly asking, "Nakano-san, are you alright?"
"Eh?"
Miku looked at her in surprise and quickly shook her head, "Sorry for worrying you, I'm fine."
Miura couldn't help but walk closer: "Nakano-san, is Kuromori bothering you? Tell me, and I'll help teach him a lesson!"
Miku: "???"
What was going on?
Why were they suddenly talking to her?
Feeling a bit nervous, Miku quickly shook her head: "Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine."
Ebina adjusted her glasses: "A girl bearing it all alone, and it has something to do with a guy. I get it."
She chuckled: "Just kidding. By the way, can I call you Miku?"
"Eh?"
Ebina covered her forehead, feigning sadness: "I can't help it, the five of you look so alike. If I don't call you by name, it'll be hard to tell who's who when we meet in the future."
Miura gave Ebina a glance, feeling a bit displeased.
Wasn't that guy asking her to help bring over the milk?
Ebina was being too enthusiastic!
Miku hesitated for a moment and stammered, "Y-yes."
"Hehe, then I'll call you Miku from now on."
Ebina giggled and said, "And you can call me Ebina or Hina, whichever you prefer."
"This is Yumiko."
"Just call me Yumiko."
Miura smiled elegantly. A smile like this was easy to impress.
"Y-Yumiko."
Noticing Miku's nervousness, Ebina took out a bottle of milk and placed it on the table: "Miku, guess who brought you this bottle of milk?"
"Milk?"
Miku looked surprised and instinctively glanced out the window.