Chapter 55: On the Brink of a Major Event #2

Chapter 55: On the Brink of a Major Event #2

The academy was packed to the brim with people.

Both the enrolled students and the guests from outside were soaked into the noisy and lively atmosphere of the cultural festival.

Despite the sun still shining brightly, there was no space to set foot amidst the throng of people, but it grew quieter as I passed the main entrance and headed towards the gymnasium.

Vrrrrm-!

Pulling out my phone as it vibrated in my pocket, I pressed the call button.

Yeah.

-Arrived?

Just now. What should I do now?

-Masako will be waiting for you. You just have to listen to the explanation and start checking the tickets when its time.

Where are you?

-Im in the makeup room getting my makeup done. Take care then.

Alright.

After hanging up the phone, I admired the gymnasium, which had been transformed into a haunted house.

Fake vines were placed here and there, the door was painted dark, and skull decorations were affixed to either side.

The setup was well done.

It must be thanks to Miyuki and the vice president.

Both of them had been even more busy after the day of the spar.

Slowly shaking my head, I looked around the gymnasium when,

Uhm... Matsuda-kun.

From behind, a very tiny voice reached my ears.

Turning my head, I gave a sly smile to Masako, who was holding a bag of bread in her hand.

Hello, Bread Girl.

Ah, hello...!

Youre my partner?

Right... Youre to check tickets with me... W-want some bread...?

She cautiously offered a piece of melon bread.

I unleashed a small chuckle and shook my head sideways.

No. But why are there no customers?

Ah... Well... we havent started operating yet... and the haunted house usually gets crowded around sunset...

I see.

Mm-hmm...

You thought I was an idiot just now, didnt you?

Oh, no...! Cough!

Guess Im right, seeing you cough like that?

Huck! Cough! No, its not... Cough!

With a forced smile, I supported Masako, who continued to cough while bent forward, and sat her down on a chair. By the time she calmed down, I offered her the white milk laid on the makeshift table.

Th-thank you... Hm...!

Do you have something like asthma?

No, Im healthy... I just get like this when Im flustered...

What do I do now? Start checking tickets?

You can start from ten oclock... and if the kids in makeup need something... you just go in and get it for them...

So, I need to run errands?

My eyebrows tightened and my voice lowered, prompting Masako to hastily wave her hands.

No, no...! Ill do that, you just check the tickets...

Cant even take a joke, I see Just let me do it.

Ah, ok... And the tickets look like this...

Masako handed me a ticket to the haunted house.

It was a cute rectangle ticket with a chibi ghost.

Judging by the drawing style, it was definitely drawn by Miyuki.

Its not scary at all.

Thats the point... They think itll be easy, then get a huge surprise once inside...

Did you go in?

Mm... It was super scary. And the set was no joke... Everyone worked really hard...

While I didnt do anything and just idled around...

I dont feel guilty, but I should repay them with some snacks next weekday.

***

-Tear

After I tore along the perforated line and handed over the remaining ticket, a couple, their faces brimming with excitement, cautiously made their way toward the entrance.

Screech...

The door opened with an eerie sound.

A cold breeze gushed from within, touching our backs.

Its chilly. Those inside must be pretty cold at this point.

Having received our first customers, I turned to Masako beside me and asked,

So those customers just go straight in? No briefing or anything?

Ah... there are two students at the entrance who explain the concept. Theyll take care of everything.

Pretty thorough, huh?

Right? All thanks to Miyuki.

Miyuki enjoyed solid trust from her classmates.

Yep.

The classmate chuckled, perhaps finding my reaction amusing.

Creeped out by her bizarre appearance, I hastily exited the place and went around telling the remaining ghosts to return to the waiting room.

Afterward, I stopped at the Snow Woman course where Miyuki was.

A place colder than elsewhere.

Its incredibly desolate, with even a smoke machine turned on.

The set was well-crafted, resembling a snowy mountain.

As I entered that place, I saw Miyuki, dressed in a kimono elaborately adorned with vintage decorations, sitting crouched down.

She wore a pure white wig amidst the smoke.

Her makeup was so intensely white that it was impossible to believe it was human skin, and she even wore red contact lenses from somewhere.

That look was so stunning that I almost lost my focus for a moment.

No wonder the guys coming out of the haunted house were saying the Snow Woman was incredibly beautiful.

Matsuda-kun.

Seeing Miyuki greet me with a deliberately cold voice, I turned off the smoke machine and blew away all the lingering smoke.

Then I closed the door and began to block it with a nearby prop.

Baffled by my actions, Miyuki moved her bright red lips.

What are you doing...? Why are you blocking the door...?

Just wait and see.

After casually moving the objects around, I checked if the door was well closed and then crouched down in a corner.

Sit down. Lets eat yakitori.

Yakitori?

I bought your favorite leg meat. Lets eat before it gets cold.

When I opened the box and offered it to Miyuki, she cautiously sat beside me and picked up a skewer.

When did you buy this?

Just now.

Just for me?

Uh.

Was she delighted that the food was just for her?

Miyuki, slightly tottering, bit into the yakitori. As she began her belated lunch, she mumbled between chews.

Matsuda-kun. I heard all the swearing from earlier.

Did you?

Your voice was so loud, I couldnt help but hear it...

If one gets scared, anyone might swear a bit.

You looked so cheap.

The word cheap felt like something I hadnt heard in a long time. It was again proof of how much Id improved in Miyukis eyes.

There was yakitori sauce on the corner of Miyukis mouth, who was scolding me.

Struck with an idea, I leaned closer to Miyukis face.

As her eyes widened, and she attempted to pull back, I grabbed Miyukis nape, holding her neck still. I then extended my tongue and licked the sauce off the corner of her mouth with a light flick.

Wha- What are you doing...!

Seeing her body shuddering with surprise at the abrupt action, I grinned mischievously and said,

You had sauce on you.

You, you could have just wiped it with a tissue, why...!

Arent you cold?

As I slyly changed the topic, she, with her hand trembling around the skewer, bit her lower lip gently.

A little...

Miyuki then leaned on me and took a bite of the yakitori, seemingly to remove the awkwardness.

As I wrapped my arms around her, my hands slid under her kimono.

At that, Miyuki jolted, giving a sharp reaction.

Ah!

Miyukis body felt even warmer than usual.

As I touched Miyukis warm, soft body in the chilly room...

I felt holding Miyuki close during winter might give a similar feeling.

Matsuda-kun...! You blocked the door for this...!?

Noisy... And since when is the snow woman this warm? Arent you supposed to freeze people to death? With this warmth, you might even revive someone.

...Well, at least I look cold on the outside, so its okay, right?

Maybe Guess we wont be seeing the cultural festival today?

I have to stay late for the haunted house... Sorry...

By the time the haunted house event would end, it would be the time for the bands performance - the highlight of the cultural festival. Ideally, wed watch the band together, but our current relationship was far from typical.

Theres a much bigger event awaiting us, one that cant be compared to the bands performance. I cant waste time on something so trivial.

With a light rub to Miyukis waist, I spoke.

Ill leave once this is over. Just contact me after the party.

Mm... But my yakitori...

Eat it.

You have to let go for me to eat.

Even as she said this, Miyuki was holding onto me tightly, as if she didnt want to let go.

She even set aside the yakitori she had been eating.

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