Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."

The afternoons in July were oppressive, the sweltering weather making students unwilling to step outside the academic building.

Only the boys who occasionally sought the raw sensation of adolescence under the shade of trees would choose to step out at this time.

"Youth is like this, thinking yourself cool as you imitate others. Today you copy me, tomorrow I'll copy you, that's life..."

Haruka Yuzan leaned by the window, casually watching the boys lying in the shade below, "For instance, right now, imitating the listless demeanor of anime protagonists, convincing oneself to be the main character."

The breeze from the window teased strands of his hair, revealing a handsome face with a lazy air.

"Actually, Classmate Haruka, you're just trying to praise yourself, aren't you?"

Chiba Shimizu, who had been sitting and reading a book, couldn't help saying, her cool and detached tone betraying no emotion.

But the one thing that was certain was that it was a dig at herself.

"I never said that. Could it be that you've come to such a conclusion because of my excellence, Chiba-san?"

Haruka Yuzan turned away from the window and sat down playfully in the vacant seat next to him, "The excellent ones resemble novel protagonists."

"Boring, dull."

Despite her words being ice-cold, Chiba-san didn't even lift her head to glance at him.

Haruka Yuzan chuckled, looking at the frosty face before him. Her slightly parted rosy lips seemed like twin plum blossoms in the snow, tender and tempting.

This close, there really was an urge to lean in and kiss her...

Chiba Shimizu remained silent, simply sitting there, her fingers gently flipping the pages of the book, the scene quiet, serene, and beautiful—fulfilling every adolescent fantasy.

The closer the distance, the faint fragrance that one could smell by simply inhaling—the approach was not met with resistance from Chiba Shimizu. Her long eyelashes trembled ever so slightly in the air and a delicate flush of pink bloomed on her pretty face.

Her fingers toyed with the book but did not continue to turn the pages...

It seemed... she was tacitly allowing the boy's next move.

Just as they were about to touch, the doorknob of the activity room made a "click, click" turn—someone was about to come in from outside!!

Haruka Yuzan's heart startled. The only ones besides the two of them who could freely open the activity room's door were... Miss Otome!!

The door opened.

A pair of little red leather shoes came into view, leading up to those slender legs wrapped in black stockings, firm and fetching, leaving one to wonder what kind of sensation it would be to have those little feet step on one's own.

A waist that would fit in one's grasp, wearing a high-end customized uniform shirt, full and round, with the top buttons stretched taut, the snow-white swan neck, cheeks smooth enough to bounce a coin off, all featuring a haughty arrogance. However, upon seeing Haruka Yuzan, her usual pride dissipated, replaced by endless joy and madness.

"Haruka, you were here!"

Otome Mizuko walked up to Haruka Yuzan and clung to him like flowing water, pressing tightly against him, her billowy white shirt getting wrinkled from the embrace.

Completely ignoring Chiba Shimizu, who sat quietly reading beside them, "I was just about to go to your class to find you..."

While speaking, the young lady nestled in his arms, nuzzling her nose into his neck. Instantly, a blush of powder pink spread across her cheeks, enraptured, infatuated...

Yet, when Miss Otome's eyes caught sight of Chiba Shimizu on the other side, the soft eyes withheld a dangerous glint.

It was a warning, as if her territorial possessions were being infringed upon.

"Otome, weren't you not coming to school today?"

Haruka Yuzan placed his hand on that supple waist, stroking it lightly. There was no thrill in his heart, mostly relief from a narrow escape.

If he had been a bit faster, or if Otome had come a bit later, perhaps... the scene that would have greeted her upon opening the door would have been Mr. Haruka kissing with Chiba-san.

It was hard to imagine the hellish scene that would have unfolded had Otome Mizuko seen him kissing Chiba Shimizu.

Their meeting today might have turned into an eternal farewell.

With that thought, Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but glance at the class president from the corner of his eye.

Expressionless, emotionally stable, hm... it was clear the young lady was also a master at acting.

Just seconds ago, she was about to "kiss" him, but now, upon seeing the "official" come in, she was still able to keep calm and continue reading her book.
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But that was perhaps for the best,

For now, they could still coexist peacefully.

Every time the two young ladies clashed, it was indeed the most troublesome moment for Haruka Yuzan, being squeezed between the "young lady" banners like being sandwiched in the eye of a storm, even breathing could be considered a mistake.

Two internally proud and aloof individuals—it's simply... Mars colliding with Earth.

Moreover, Haruka Yuzan guessed that the current temporary calmness was perhaps due to Chiba-san's guilt, or maybe she was just biding her time, having not yet found the opportunity to "slander" Miss Otome.

This situation... could it be... the calm before the storm?

"I missed you, so I came to find you," Otome Mizuko cooed, taking a glance at the other young lady and adding with a sneer, "Otherwise, having not seen you for two or three days, you wouldn't know where to put your heart."