Chapter 162: Naked, Again

Did you all think Himekoji raised another flag at the end of the last chapter?

Well, he didn’t!

Hahaha…

Wait, no. Now didn’t seem like the time for big laughs.

Behind him, a super-idiot-level walking disaster bomb was putting on clothes!

“Done yet?”

Akito figured enough time had passed to change, so he spoke up.

“Done.”

“I said, you really should… should…”

As he spoke, Akito turned around. The next instant, whatever he saw made him freeze with his mouth hanging open.

Mashiro was just wearing her uniform top, completely unbuttoned…

So yeah. All the things he should and shouldn’t see, Himekoji Akito saw clearly!

“How is that done?!”

He quickly turned his head away again. Akito was totally speechless, his face darkening as he yelled angrily.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? You’re asking me what’s wrong? You should know yourself!”

“You okay?”

Mashiro showed no awareness at all.

“Are you okay?!”

Akito was losing it.

“Hmm.”

“Hmm what? Hurry up and put on your clothes!”

Finally, the sound of rustling clothes came from behind.

Because of what happened before, Akito decided to wait a little longer this time.

“Are you dressed?”

He waited several whole minutes.

“Underwear?”

“Put it on!”

“Which one?”

“Don’t ask me to choose!”

“Then no need.”

“What do you mean no need? If the wind blows, it’ll be a disaster! Put it on! Go! Please put it on!”

Akito was practically begging and pleading.

Judging by the sounds behind him, Mashiro still wasn’t moving, so he just picked up a pale yellow pair off the floor. Tossing it backward without looking, he threw it at Mashiro.

“This underwear isn’t cute.”

“Were you planning on showing it to someone today?!”

“Not really.”

“Then just deal with it for now and wear that!”

All the morning yelling made him feel like his brain blood vessels were going to burst.

Checking his phone, it was already 8:15.

“Terrible! Hey, Shiina! Hurry up!”

“I’m done.”

Mashiro looked satisfied with her underwear now on. Her hair, however, was a chaotic mess of bedhead, practically suitable for small birds to nest in. The contrast with her neat face created a heartbreaking visual…

“Your head! I mean your hair! Go fix it in the bathroom! Wash your face while you’re there!”

“Where?”

“Didn’t I tell you yesterday?! Follow me!”

Akito nervously stepped quickly, avoiding scattered underwear and other things in the room. He went out the door, heading for the bathroom.

Mashiro trailed far behind, dragging her feet at an incredibly slow pace.

Akito couldn’t stand it. He went back and pushed this young lady from behind to make her walk faster.

At the bathroom.

“Hurry up and wash!”

While she was there, Akito went to the kitchen to heat some milk for Mashiro.

Short on time, he finished the whole thing in two minutes.

He even packed Mashiro’s completely empty bag—the one she brought herself yesterday—for her.

After taking care of all that, he hurried back to the bathroom just as Mashiro finished washing her face and stepped out.

They ran into each other head-on. Once again, Akito screamed, utterly defeated by this natural disaster named Shiina Mashiro.

“You! You! You—!”

It felt like one shock after another. Akito pointed at her, eyes wide, unable to speak.

Probably from getting water on her face… the front of Mashiro’s uniform shirt was wet and clinging, having become see-through against her skin.

Since she wasn’t wearing underwear, her admittedly not-very-full small chest and details were totally exposed.

No underwear?

Huh? Why wasn’t she wearing underwear?!

“Hold on! You! Listen! At least wear underwear or something!”

“Akito didn’t get it out.”

“I didn’t get it out? My fault? It’s my mistake? That’s messed up! Weird!”

He wasn’t sure how many times he’d snapped that morning.

Seriously, was this girl sent to torment him?

To Akito’s complaints, Mashiro tilted her head slightly, looking puzzled.

It was clear—none of the common sense Akito understood applied to this girl!

Taking a deep breath, Akito told himself to stay calm.

Deciding against bringing it up again, he stepped past her toward the bathroom to get a towel for Mashiro to dry with.

But what greeted him inside was another awful scene…

The faucet was gushing like a fountain. The bathroom looked like a flood had just hit.

Even Akito, known for some skill in flood control, found the sight particularly headache-inducing and difficult to handle.

“Do you just take showers like this every morning?!”

“I didn’t shower.”

“Don’t answer me like that, all blank-faced and serious!”

“Akito is so troublesome.”

“Me? I’m the problem?”

Akito was done. She’d already learned to pin the blame back on him?

Shaking his head, Akito just accepted the situation. He screwed the faucet shut tight then grabbed every cleaning rag in the house, spreading them all over the bathroom floor.

Even so, even after all that, the state of the bathroom was too pitiful to look at.

Akito sighed, hands on his hips, completely drained.

…

“We’ll be late for school.”

“Don’t you say that!”

The sound of Akito’s annoyed complaint filled the whole house.

After washing her face, getting Mashiro into underwear matching her panties, changing her wet uniform, making her put on socks and shoes, and fixing her crazy bedhead, they were seriously over time.

Since they were already late, might as well eat breakfast properly and then head to school calmly.

Ultimately, that resigned sort of thought crossed Akito’s mind—and turned into action.

…

The result was Himekoji Akito arriving at school a full hour after the start time.

He got dragged to the staff room by an angry Hiratsuka-sensei for ‘correction’.

What? Why was he an hour late?

Hahaha…

Because, after leaving the house, Mashiro told him, with the calmest face, that she had absolutely no idea how to get to Mizuki High.

Didn’t know the way to school???

Seriously? Was she stupid? A super-idiot?!

How could someone not even know where their own school was? How could she call herself a student?! Was there a student like her anywhere?!

Akito was ready to explode with fury.

No choice. He first had to take Mashiro to Mizuki High, then turn around and go back alone to Toyonoshi Academy.

The fact that he was only an hour late probably meant he deserved praise for moving so fast.

…

“Himekoji, any words regarding your thirteenth late arrival this semester?”

With great tolerance, Hiratsuka-sensei gave him a chance to speak.

“Sensei, there was a reason, listen…”

“Go on.”

The female teacher stubbed out her cigarette and rolled up her sleeves.

“Haven’t stretched these old bones in a while… really…”

“I’m sorry! I have nothing to explain! I accept whatever punishment…”

Akito wore the perfect picture of a face wanting to cry but having no tears.