Translator: Moongirl
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Mizuhara looked fed up at Nonomiya as she yelled at him, speaking rapidly. Was this what they called bloodshed at the battlefield?
Nonomiya had said she was going to confess to Mizuhara for the third time. Guessing what happened next, Mizuhara probably turned her down again but she kept going, and it all lead to this.
But why did Nonomiya call me?
ãNoda-san!ã
ãUhâ¦?ã
Michel sensed it was a complicated story and closed the door. An uncomfortable silence spread over us as the sounds from outside were cut off.
ãNoda-san, whatâre ye thinking!?ã
I was at a loss for words as the conversation turned towards me. It was very difficult for me to speak about other peopleâs love matters. ãâ¦â¦Itâs a little weird, having outsiders like us here while youâre talking about this⦠Maybe you should have a talk just by yourselves?ã
As I tried to leave the room and let the two of them be by themselves, Mizuhara and Nonomiyaâs voices called out.
ãThatâs right. This isnât related to you at all.ã
ãNah, it is related to her!ãn/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
I was disturbed at how the atmosphere felt more like an intense fight rather than how I expected it to go: a simple, painful rejection that went something like, ãI like you!ã ãSorry, I canât accept your feelings,ã ãBut I stillâã ãJust give up.ã
ãWell, Nonomiya-san⦠I⦠I guess you confessed and this is how it turned out, but⦠I canât say anything like, âIâll get Mizuhara to date you!â or âThis other guy is better for you!â soâ¦ã
I tried to leave again since it was also bad for Michel who didnât understand what was going on. But Nonomiya shouted, ãI ainât talking about that! Iâm talking about a girl goinâ alone to a manâs house when he lives alone!ã
Going alone to a manâs house⦠I had a slight idea of what she was talking about. It looked like I was somewhat related to this after all.
ãIâve told her it doesnât matter since youâre not a human, but she just wonât understand.ã
ãI donât get it, thatâs a moral problem!ã
Mizuhara and Nonomiya started arguing again. Michel asked what she meant, and Nonomiya explained that I regularly went to Mizuharaâs place for making sweets. Michelâs face visibly stiffened at her words.
ãI sure didnât know Noda-san made sweets at Mizuhara-cchiâs place. And so many days a week? Even if ye tell me theyâre still not dating, I donât get it.ã
ãSagiri⦠Do you regularly visit this manâs house by yourself?ã
I was at a loss of how to answer as Michel turned to look at me, a serious expression on his face. ãThatâs true⦠But putting it like that might cause misunderstandings, itâs not like thatâ¦ã
It was true that Mizuhara lived alone, and biologically speaking we were two different genders, but it wasnât like that. I groaned, not knowing how to best explain our unique relations.
ãIf ye say Mizuhara-cchiâs going out with Noda-san, Iâm gonâ give up âcause thereâs no way to win then. But ye ainât saying that. Mizuhara-cchiâs saying Noda makes him sweets, but if itâs like that why canât I make him sweets?!ã
Nonomiyaâs tone dropped as she muttered, ãBut Mizuhara-cchi says thatâs no goodâ¦ã
As I searched for the words to say, Michel firmly grabbed my shoulder, as if taking the now slumped Nonomiyaâs energy. ãSagiri, how could you?! Donât you feel like itâs dangerous?!ã
Huh? â¦.Dangerous?
ãItâs dangerous for me.ã Mizuharaâs immediate reply went unheard by Michel. Besides, I only used force on him when he was hogging all the sweets.
I glared at Mizuhara, perfectly playing the victim, but my gaze was shaken as Michel pulled at my shoulder, speaking in an unusually harsh tone. ãYou think youâre strong, but thereâs so many moments youâre unprepared⦠Youâre still a girl, right? Donât you think itâs dangerous?!ã
Surprised, I took a step back, my back colliding with the door. Mizuharaâs words, ãMe and my innocent appliances are the ones in danger! ã went unheard by Michel yet again.
I was flustered and confused, not used to hearing Michel raise his voice or act harshly. ãNoâthatâs⦠Youâre mistaken, me and Mizuhara arenât like thatâ¦â¦ã
Michel had a strong imagination so he was probably worrying over completely wrong thoughts. His white skin turned a light red, and I knew he was incredibly riled up.
His strong eyes sucked you in â Japanese people didnât have eyes like that. Confused at how he was acting so unlike himself, I tried to take his hand off my shoulder but I couldnât.
ãThereâs nothing for you to worry over,ã I hurriedly said, looking to Mizuhara to back me up.
Mizuhara nodded in agreement. ãWorrying about me doing something to Noda is just as futile as worrying over the sky falling.ã
ãYes, yes, itâs just pointless anxiety!ã I nodded several times.
ãI donât consider Noda a woman in the first place.ã
ãAnd I donât think of Mizuhara as a man either!ã We agreed more and more passionately.
ãDare I say it, our friendship crosses the limits of species.ã
ãYes!ã I nodded hurriedly, then thought, âWait, what?â ãâ¦. Limits of gender! He means our friendship crosses the limits of gender, right!ã I quickly corrected myself. I was internally begging him not to use the word âelfâ â it had made everything more confusing with Chii-chan.
Avoiding the elf topic, I tried explaining it properly but Michel hardened even further, far from calming down. ãYou say itâs not dangerous, but⦠I donât think so! â¦. Wouldnât you stop going to his home for me? ⦠I know itâs a selfish request, but⦠Butâ¦ã
I tried to open the door behind me as Michel grew excessively close, but I accidentally locked it. I could easily unlock it, but I was unnerved, feeling cornered into a wall.
ãNo, really! If â even if that happened, itâs still not dangerous, because Iâm a black belt and Mizuharaâs completely inexperienced in fighting.ã Although it could be an apocalypse and it wouldnât happen. But explaining mine and Mizuharaâs connection was difficult to outsiders, so I decided to use a hypothetical scenario.
If inexperienced Mizuhara challenged me, a black belt, it would be hopeless. But it was too late to say that, so I excluded it.
ãItâs not like a match, there are no rules in reality. What would you do if you were pinned down like this? Even I donât have a black belt.ã With one hand still on my shoulder, Michel held down both of my hands.
ãHuh? Huuh? Um â r-rightâ¦. First, aim at the jointsâ weak pointsâ¦ã Thereâs a certain force behind a threatening beauty, huh, I thought, bewildered as I analyzed the situation.
ãWell then, have a try.ã He pinned me to the door with his long legs. If I had to fight someone with a better physique than me, I had one shot: avoid close combat, keep distance between us and strike at an opening.
If I was in a bad position from the beginning, I had already lost.
ãUm â for the time being â calm down, first of all. Yes, calm down!ã Too close! He was closer to me than heâd ever been, and I hurriedly tried to find an opening but I had no options.
ãI am calm.ã
ãDefinitely!ã Although he said he was calm, he wasnât like his usual self. I was the one freaking out over him being so different.
Close, too close! He was looking down at me, close enough for our faces to collide, and I looked down, shutting my eyes tightly.
ãYouâre assuming this impossible situation might happen. Even if you dispute this, itâs troublesome.ã Mizuhara separated me and Michel with those words, stepping in between. Thanks, referee Mizuhara! Next time, be a little faster.
I breathed a sigh of relief at being separated from him, bewildered at how different he was acting. My shoulder hurt at being grabbed so tightly, and I unconsciously held it with my hand. Michel looked taken aback, his expression returning to normal.
ãS-sorry. I got angryâ¦â¦ã Michel reached out a hand to my shoulder, apologizing, but Mizuhara repelled it. Michel frowned, offended, and glared at Mizuhara.
A stormy atmosphere brewed between the silent duo. Even a few seconds felt strangely long.
Mizuhara sighed, not breaking eye contact with Michel. ãI donât know if itâs a universally accepted notion, but Noda coming to my house isnât an unheard of concept at all. Because Noda is my elâã
ãAahâ¦ã Crap, he was going to say âelfâ!
ãItâs not about universally accepted notions! Iâm saying that I â I like Noda, so I want this to stop!ã
Alright! The âelfâ word got interrupted.
I was relieved for a moment, and then Michelâs words reached my brain.
ãHuh?ã
ãâ¦â¦ã
ãâ¦â¦What?ã My voice stupidly fell to the floor of the classroom, tumbling over.
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