“Yuugo is in his room, right? He can’t go visit Phi because they’re examining him.”
“Yes. But he needs to relax. Surely it wouldn’t hurt him to forget about Phi just for today.”
“He wouldn’t be looking depressed for a week if he could just do that…”
Melt, Marcos, and Angel talked as they went to Yuugo’s room.
Yuugo looked down ever since Phi’s injury. They worried about him, but since it was a delicate matter, they feared hurting him even more, so they did not do any big moves.
But that day marked a week since Phi was hospitalized. His condition was stable, so it was about time Yuugo got back on his feet.
And so, they wanted to invite him to go somewhere and relax, and were in the middle of making their way to his room.
“Let’s invite Ryuuga as well if he’s there. He also looks depressed.”
“He’s worried about his sister. We can invite both.”
“That Egos really messed… Hnn?”
They continued talking on their way to the fifth dormitory, but stopped when they saw two girls they recognized.
After walking over to them, they spoke.
“Claire and Utsusemi, right… Hello.”
“Miss Melt. And Mister Marcos and Miss Angel…!”
“What a rare pairing. So what brings you here?”
“Ah, h-hum…”
In front of the fifth dormitory, stood Yuugo’s former fiancee Claire, and Raiha, one of the combat miko.
It was a rare pairing, and after Angel directly asked the question that was on her mind, Claire responded in Raiha’s place, who looked troubled.
“Miss Raiha wanted to see Mister Yuugo, and was looking for the fifth dormitory. I just happened to be walking by, so I guided her.”
“S-see Yuugo…!? W-w-w-why? Are you interested in Yuugo like that Setsuna girl…?”
“N-no! That’s not it! I’m looking for Setsuna, and I think she went to see Yuugo!”
Raiha rushed to add, after Melt drew closer.
Melt was relieved to hear that, but… She raised her head when she realized something.
“Went to see him? Setsuna? Yuugo?”
“Ah, yes. We have been followed around by those people called hero prospects… And she said she wanted to hide and fulfill a promise at the same time…”
“Nya~! S-she overtook me! No, not yet! I can still make it!!”
“Ah! Hey, Melt!?”
Upon hearing from Raiha that Setsuna went to see Yuugo, Melt could not stand still, and took off running.
The others were surprised by this sudden action, and were a step late in following her. She continued running until she was in front of Yuugo’s room, and when she felt people’s presences inside it, she pressed her ear to the door to see what was going on. And…?
“Fufufu…! So? You like this too, right?”
“Eh? Ah, well…”
“Don’t be so nervous. You can have a closer look. And you can touch it a little too.”
“…!?”
Melt gulped a little, at what sounded a little indecent.
Closer look? Touching? Bad thoughts formed in her head, and as she stood there shaken, something appeared to be progressing.
“I see. This is quite something…!!”
“Fufu, I’m glad you like it. But having it looked at so closely is embarrassing.”
“E-embarrassing!? It’s quite something…!?”
She was not certain of what they were doing, but Melt’s imagination could only go in one direction.
Marcos and the others finally caught up to her, just as she was shaking with anger, and kicked the door as hard as she could to enter the room while yelling.
“Yuugo! How can you do this when you have me you trai… Tor?”
She was almost crying when she kicked the door open and went inside, but… She froze when she saw what was happening.
Yuugo and Setsuna were facing each other closely, but doing nothing indecent… Setsuna was wearing her miko outfit instead of her school uniform, but there was nothing else out of the ordinary.
“Melt? What are you doing!?”
“Eh? Well. Hum… What are you doing, Yuugo…?”
Yuugo asked a question after Melt broke the door and ran inside, and after realizing she fell victim to a misunderstanding, she returned the question.
Yuugo was baffled, but not angry, and responded.
“What am I… Setsuna was asking my opinion about her miko attire. That’s all?”
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So he avoided getting hit, and as expected Setsuna really does know how to get him
Man, what a waste of work it must have been, typing this out.
Thanks for the translation.