Midnight Meeting (3)
If I meet Hina at four o'clock, I'll be happy starting from three o'clock. A pointless smile will slip out, and my heart will race for no reason. It's a midnight rendezvous. A pure love date.
I was tense with anticipation for my meeting with Hina. 'Today, I'll be more bold.' Love is the kind that the greedy seize. Meeting Hina isn't enough. I need to move to the next stage of clinging.
'This time, maybe I'll hold Hina's hand...?' The goal is skinship. Physical contact with Hina. 'I want to touch Hina's tiny hand. It must be soft and warm.' But no good method comes to mind. Like a mouse putting a bell on a cat's neck.
I'm the clone of Makoto. Hina can't like me. The premise is too twisted. 'If I suddenly rush to touch Hina's hand, it's no different from assault.' If I mess up, I'll be immediately disposed of by the Prefect Team. Bad ending or dead ending. Therefore, as the villainous president, I scheme. It's not just holding hands. It's a great leap of pure love.
"......" But I can't think of a trick. It's not easy. It's a hurdle on the level of turning a political thriller into a romance.
'First, to hold hands, I need to sit next to Hina. That should be the prerequisite.' Recalling the supplement from last meeting. Hina limited the bench at the meeting place to one to sit next to me. Result of exercising the president's power. But Hina turned away from me. She felt aversion because I took the seat first.
'Then, modify the strategy.' Induce Hina to sit first on the bench. Then I naturally occupy the side next to Hina. '......Perfect.' A thousand miles starts with a single step. Pure love for Hina starts from the side seat. Narrow the distance with Hina step by step.
To complete the plan, I need to arrive late at the meeting place on purpose. It's lateness, but not impoliteness for a villain. It's a retreat for pure love. 'If I sit next to her, our hands might accidentally touch.' The bench is narrower than a bed in a love hotel. It's an environment optimized for a heart-racing event. No objection.
'I can do it.' I set my resolve and headed to the meeting place. At exactly the appointed time, Hina appeared.
'Hwaaaah-!?' Hina is asleep on the bench. Super lucky. I can admire Hina's defenseless figure with all my might. 'Even sleeping Hina is incredibly lovable.' My heart aches from the emotion. This is the legendary Hina free appreciation right (or not). '......She must have been tired.'
Hina, who endured a grueling body from nighttime work, arrived at the meeting place. Sitting on the bench, waiting for me, and then dozing off for a bit. 'I want to cover Hina with my outer garment.' The dawn breeze is cold. I want to wrap Hina in my body heat. If I could huddle with Hina like a penguin, how wonderful.
'Ah. This is an opportunity. Let's take a photo.' Rare shutter chance. I took out my phone from my pocket. Leaving a Hina shot for eternal preservation in history. Activated the camera function of the phone. Just as I was about to shift my gaze back to Hina,
"What are you doing?" Hina's soft voice was heard. Hina, who had woken from a light sleep, glared at me with a slightly hazy face.
"Are you asking where I'll use the photo I took?" But Hina's killing intent amplified in real time. I, who was accused of being a peeping tom to Hina, was in a pinch. 'W-what should I say in this situation!?' Big problem. No good excuse comes to mind.
"I can't admit that it's because Hina is cute. I'm the clone of Makoto." "If you don't have anything to say, shall I listen to your excuses in hell?" Wah! Wah! A bloody countdown started from Hina's mouth. My heart became urgent.
"It's obvious. I was trying to record your shameful scene." In the end, I threw a terrible line at Hina. Being branded as the villainous president. "President Makoto, you are......" Hina's expression twisted. Hina was about to say something to me with contemptuous eyes.
But I showed unexpected spontaneity. Hanuma Makoto is sometimes brilliant. "Hina, you should sleep properly! What if you collapse from lack of sleep-!!!" Instead, I shouted at Hina loudly. Impolitely pressuring Hina. "This was a tactic to remind you of the danger! I don't want you to show a disheveled appearance to me!" Even though it's a will to leave a last word before being judged by Hina, I continued with self-deprecating words.
"I-is my words wrong!? The cause is provided by you, Hina!" I became shamelessly villainous and one with Hina. Using method acting immersed in Makoto to press Hina. "If you don't like that, then take a sufficient sleep. ......My heart is not at ease." But rationality returned belatedly. I appealed to Hina with a weak voice for the ending. Because the tension eased, even the unspoken feelings leaked out.
"......" Hina had a stiff expression at my shameless attitude. But the killing intent subsided. It felt more like "this is ridiculous" rather than anger.
"Who do you think is the one disturbing your sleep?" Hina muttered softly. Of course, the culprit is me. It's my fault for summoning Hina at midnight. I reflect on that point.
"If that's the complaint, hand over the work related to the Eden Treaty before midnight! I'll reduce your workload." But outwardly, I can't express my true feelings. I'm the president of the evening. I have to act as the villain who treats Hina badly.
"You must have said that last time. I have no intention of transferring the rights of the Eden Treaty." "Then, if you show a disheveled appearance in front of me again?" "......I won't do that." Hina firmly denied the hypothesis. Her attitude is tough, but Hina's cheeks are strangely red. The fact that she was caught sleeping by me is embarrassing.
'Hina's rare expression!' My eyes are sparkling. It seems Hina is falling into ecstasy. I couldn't sit next to her, but I got special income.
"To confirm that, the next one will be necessary. I'll confirm your future developments with my own eyes!" Moreover, I completed the opportunity to meet Hina again.
"You need the next one?" "You're not in full condition, so there's no reason to face you. You're not a suitable opponent for me." Hina has a hesitant expression, but I push. I force Makoto's peculiar quirks to meet Hina. The dirty play of the villain.
"......Alright. I accept the request." Hina accepted the situation with a resigned face. As if I was troublesome but had no choice.
In this way, I'm just a hateful face to Hina. 'But it's okay. This relationship will change someday.' Just maintaining a point of contact with Hina is enough to make me happy. For now, even as the villainous president, I'll proceed step by step.
'If I can meet Hina in the future-' I can hold hands someday, surely. So I vowed pure love.