[Juri-ni]

Всегда не любила, когда люди просто перетаскивают посты с одного ресурса на другой, но сейчас я сама делаю именно это =_=

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WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED IN THE NOVEL (Akihito POV)

WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED IN THE NOVEL (Akihito POV):

Hiro’omi got out of his chair and stood next to me. Mitsuki and Kuriyama remained seated as they looked at us. Suddenly, I felt an ominous twinge. Alas, it was already too late.

(Aki) “Hiro’omi?”

(Hiro) “A welcoming party isn’t a party without the old classic.”

Hiro’omi grabbed my arms from behind and lifted them up, exposing my armpits. He didn’t look particularly muscular, but damn if he didn’t have a vicegrip on my arms. I couldn’t move him no matter how much I struggled. Mitsuki shrunk back.

(Mitsu) “Well, what are you trying to do?”

(Hiro) “Akky’s armpits are great. Stick your hands in there - you’ll feel better.”

(Aki) “That’s just you!”

(Hiro) “Don’t be silly, Akky.”

(Mitsu) “I’ll pass. I would rather not dirty my hands.”

That was pretty mean. Though, if you think about it, it’s also perfectly true. There couldn’t possibly be any girls that would want to put their hands in a guy’s armpits. Kuriyama, however, must not have received the memo. With a goofy look on her face, she stood up.

(Aki) “No, don’t do it!”

(Hiro) “Come along, Mirai, right this way.”

She careened towards my armpits like a butterfly drawn to the scent of nectar.

(Aki) “Kuriyama, control yourself! This is when you should bust out your ‘this is unpleasant’!”

(Mirai) “This is unpleasant.”

(Aki) “No no no, not _now_!”

She drifted closer and closer to me. I heard an ominous voice from behind me.

(Hiro) “It’s not like you’ve got anything to lose.”

(Aki) “Yes, I do! She’s going to rob me of my masculinity! I can feel it in my bones!”

(Hiro) “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just stop squirming. Stay still and it’ll be over just like that>”

(Aki) “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!”

And then.

"Ooh~" said Kuriyama, in a rather cute voice.

Mitsuki had snuck up behind Kuriyama and stuck her arms in Kuriyama’s armpits. So, to summarize: in the literature club room, a third-year guy was pinning the arms of a second-year guy, while a second-year girl had her hands in a first-year girl’s armpits. It was surreal. Thanks to that, I managed to hang on to my masculinity. I was left with this vague lingering feeling, though. I wonder why.