The NaturalĀ Flag-raiser and the Saviour and the Prince (3)
āGood morning, Makoto.ā
Unbelievably, the Princeās seat was in front of mine. Next to me was Soutarou and during break time Kaname would come over. Could it be this was originally Mitsukiās seat?
The Prince gave a greeting expressionlessly. Ever since I saved him from the delinquents the week before, for some reason the Prince started speaking to me more.
It seems like the Prince was by nature the type who doesnāt have many friends. There was somewhat an uproar when we first conversed. It was when the news ofĀ thatĀ Prince talking to a commoner made its way through the school.
āAh, good morning, Kiritani.ā
The Prince who took sat in his seat stared at me hard enough to bore a hole through my face.
Even if you stare at me so much, nothing will come out, you know.
āIt became that Iāll be going for the training camp tomorrow too.ā
The ears of the surrounding girls who were eavesdropping pricked up and they started a racket, going ākya kyaā.
They probably didnāt expect that the Prince with no sense of cooperation would actually participate in the training camp. Since ordinarily he doesnāt even come to school.
āI see. The girls are delighted that youāll be attending.ā
āWho cares about them. More importantly, I want to be in the same group as Makoto.ā
Hai? Wait, wait a moment, Prince, why are your cheeks turning red? Stop blushing while looking at me.
Is it that? He never had friends before so heās embarrassed when he does something that friends do. Like inviting a friend to group up together for the training camp.
It canāt be that the subject of the Princeās love is a guy, right. After all, heāsĀ theĀ Prince of an otome game. ThatĀ theĀ Prince of an otome game would fall in love with another guy is impossible.
The Prince whose face had a serious look even when his cheeks were dyed was truly the Prince.
His hair cuticle stands up finely, his complexion was fair and the components of his face were arranged so perfectly that they werenāt off by even 1 mm.
āAh, I donāt particularly mind.ā
āMe too! I, tooā¦ā¦ want to be in the same group as Makotoā¦ā¦ā
Next to me, Soutarou who had been docily listening to our conversation, interrupted while pulling at the hem of my clothes, gazing at me with upturned eyes.
Whatās this. Is it trendy for boys to blush at other guys these days? I reflexively froze with opened eyes.
I can spot dog ears on Soutarouās head. I can spot dog ears that are standing. It seems Iām weak to this face that Soutarou makes. It makes me want to listen to anything he says.
āMakoto, look over here.ā
āWa? Cho, Kiritani.ā
āMakoto.ā
While leaning on the table, the Princeās face gradually edged closer.
I grabbed his wrist with the meaning of āYouāre too close, go a bit furtherā. However, the Prince didnāt move away. Instead, he came closer and closer until it became a surreal situation where the tip of his nose was a mere 10 cm away.
Uwaać¼ā¦ā¦ what a pretty face. Thereās also a very nice smell. I wonder what smell is that? It causes one to be spellbound. Wait, itās not the time to be thinking of such things.
āCho, Mako is troubled. Kiritani, please calm downā¦ā¦!ā
While going āAwa awaā, Soutarouās used his huge palm to cover my mouth.
āI am calm.ā
Being pulled behind like this is kind of painful. But as it seems like itās not the kind of situation where I can say that. I shall remain silent.
āMako-chan, what are you doing with flowers in both handsć¼?ā
Kaname approached us with a bitter smile. But, with Soutarouās hand on my mouth, I canāt even speak.
Soutarou was sticking to me. Meanwhile, the Prince, with his hand on my chin, moved even nearer.
The students in the class were all looking over and laughing. Itās only been 2 weeks since I transferred but I have a bad premonition that my classmates had already stuck me with a weird label.
āFujisaki, go over to that side.ā
āOh,Ā theĀ PrinceĀ called out my name? What should I do, Mako-chan?ā
I realised recently, the one with the most common sense amongst my friends is Kaname. Thereās no doubt that if he didnāt rescue me, this situation would be maintained until class starts. Thatās troubling. In an unpleasant way Iām finding it hard to breathe, and the encompassing gazes are painful.
I sent Kaname a glare that says, āHelp meā. With a āyare, yareā, Kaname shrugged.
āKora, the Prince and Souta should let go of Mako-chan. A group can have 6 people so you donāt have to fight.ā
Kaname pushed the Prince and Soutarou away and saved me.
Soutarou overtly appeared very downhearted, folding his huge body into a ball while looking at me. The Prince scowled at Kaname like a stray cat whose meal had beenĀ delayed.
āThanks, Kaname.ā
If Kaname didnāt save me, my stomach would have given up due to the awkwardness.
āIe. Although I understand that Souta and the Prince like Mako-chan, thereās no point if you trouble Mako-chan, rightć¼?ā
āMako, Iām sorryā¦ā¦ did it hurt?ā
Soutarou looked at me the way a dog who had been scolded would.
āIya, itās fine since Iām sturdy. Itās just that the surrounding gazes were painful.ā
I began to stroke Soutarouās head unconsciously. Initially I was worried that he might not like it, but it was a needless concern.
Very quickly, his cheeks turned slightly pink, and his eyes lowered as though he was embarrassed. Whatās with the āinnocent young maidenā-like reaction. This guy is possibly even more feminine than me.
āMakoto!ā
Grabbing the arm of the me who had been stroking Soutarouās head, the Prince glared at me with his crystalline eyes.
Even if you glare at me with such a face, I donāt know what you want if you donāt say anything. How troubling. I stopped stroking Soutarouās head and turned towards the Prince.
āWhatās wrong, Kiritani?ā
āā¦ā¦ā
Thereās no response. Itās the usual Prince.
āKiritani, if you donāt say anything, I wonāt understand? Why are you angry? Or are you sulking?ā
With his usual face that doesnāt express much emotion, the Prince softly murmured.
āBecauseā¦ā¦, Ever since just nowā¦ā¦ Makotoā¦ā¦ā
āUn? Iām sorry, Kiritani, I canāt hear you.ā
The Prince definitely murmured just now, but with such a soft voice, I canāt hear him well.
Even though his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, with those pair of crystal clear eyes that reminds one of the sky fixedly staring at me so sharply, I became rooted to the spot. Isnāt it precisely because heās the Prince that he can make people want to listen to him just with his eyes?
āBecause, ever since just now, Makoto has only been paying attention to that guy.ā
Etto, could it possibly be, heās jealous?
Isnāt this too fast? In normal otome games one would usually have to spend a lot of effort to raise a favourable impression?
Iāve only been here for 2 weeks, and only knew the Prince for barely a week, is it okay to get dere so easily? Prince, you need to work harder.
āOhā¦ā¦ Prince, youāre rather aggressive~ā
I felt a bit of irritation towards Kaname who spoke like heās impressed. He has it easy, thinking itās someone elseās business.
āItās not being aggressive or whatever. I just want to get along better with Makoto.ā
You meant that in a friendship way, right? Itās okay for me to interpret it that way, right?
Iāll be troubled if itās not like that, I smiled, trying to convey my feelings.
But getting along well with the Prince is a good thing. If I get along well with him, the encounter rate between the Prince and Mitsuki will naturally go up. This way, love will gradually sprout between them. After all, Mitsuki is the heroine.
āI also want to get along with Kiritani. Letās be in the same group tomorrow, alright?ā
Itāll be perfect if I add Mitsuki into the group that the Prince, Kaname, Soutarou and I are it. Itās impossible that some event will not occur during the training camp. No matter what, if I close the gap between the Prince and Mitsuki, a heart-throb love revolution will definitely take place.
Now that itās decided, I have to raise Mitsukiās specs! If I donāt do something about her chemical weapon-like cooking, thereās no way she can move the Princeās heart.
The training camp tomorrow is my first big step towards returning to the other side.
Thinking of it that way, the training camp I was feeling depressed about suddenly seems moreexciting.