Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

However, this "deadlock" is a little different, as it also includes many high-level ability users.

That's where the trouble lies.

"However, this doesn't seem to be a problem for you."

Indeed, this situation would be a real problem for anyone else, but for the strongest psychic ability user in Academy City, it's a piece of cake.

As for what's hidden behind it, it'll probably be left unresolved because of Misaki Shokuhou's analysis.

"Ah."

"But I'll take you home first tonight."

"After all, it's unclear exactly how many members these guys have, and those who betrayed you might not let this go so easily today."

Adhering to the principle of seeing things through to the end, Makoto Haramura couldn't let Misaki Shokuhou, whose physical abilities were extremely weak, go back on her own.

If something happens on the way back, all his work tonight will have been for nothing.

"Ok!"

Misaki Shokuhou immediately nodded happily, and even a single ahoge (cowlick) stuck up on her head.

She originally wanted to deal with these corpses immediately, because if she delayed, she would have to waste time erasing memories if someone passed by, which would be a real hassle.

But now she's completely uninterested in such things.

It may be a bit of a hassle, but she'll have someone come and handle it properly later.

"Boom——"

Just then, a bolt of lightning ripped through the sky above Academy City, as if tearing apart the curtain that covered the sky, and the whole world was as bright as day.

And that strange, stuffy feeling from just now was swept away at this moment by a strong gust of wind.

"It seems we need to hurry up a bit."

Chapter 011 The Marks Left by Pressure

The air was filled with the scent of grass and trees and the earthy smell of soil.

For Makoto Haramura, this kind of weather couldn't be more comfortable, but for Misaki Shokuhou, it didn't seem so comfortable.

Quite the contrary!

Compared to Makoto Haramura's relaxed demeanor, Misaki Shokuhou stood on the steps leading down the mountain, her right hand resting on the railing that helps pedestrians ascend.

His face showed a completely broken expression, and he was panting heavily.

Makoto Haramura took out his phone, glanced at the notification, and sighed helplessly.

"It's about to rain, and if we dawdle any longer, we'll get soaked to the bone."

As mentioned earlier, the weather in Academy City is controlled by machines.

Rain, snow, and even tsunamis and hurricanes are all within the control of technology.

Upon hearing this, Misaki Shokuhou's face flushed slightly.

But in the next quarter of an hour, his head, which had been hanging down, suddenly shot up, and he put on a fierce look.

With eyes that shone brightly, a glint rarely seen even in manga, she glared fiercely at Makoto Haramura and ground her teeth together a few times.

"Shut up, they're just not very good at physical sports."

"It's not just that you're not good at it, it's that you're not."

“It’s a downhill road, and it’s only about a kilometer long. You just rested once.”

"Your physical fitness is completely below average, okay."

"No, that's not right."

"Saying it's below average is actually a compliment."

Makoto Haramura's words were full of disdain.

He was so patient just a moment ago, but now he's getting impatient with her over such a small thing.

Misaki Shokuhou's temper flared up instantly, or perhaps it was as if she was set on fire?

"What!"

"No matter how bad it is, people's physical strength shouldn't be this bad when going downhill."

"I'm just not fully recovered yet because I used up a lot of energy running for my life."

Her right hand still dared not let go of the railing, while her free left hand waved up and down because of Misaki Shokuhou's emotional excitement.

At the same time, a sense of grievance welled up in Misaki Shokuhou's heart.

One by one, silver beans slid from Misaki Shokuhou's eyes.

As the saying goes, if you're good-looking, you'll look beautiful even when you're crying, and that's absolutely true.

She didn't quite cry, but the silver beads traced two wet tear tracks on her delicate, fair face.

If it could be drawn on paper, it would be a timeless masterpiece that would be remembered for generations.

"Honestly, you were so gentle with me just now, why can't you continue to show your gentleness now?"

That's right, that's exactly what made Misaki Shokuhou angry and aggrieved.

The sense of security that Haramura Makoto had given her just now, and the way he said each word made her heart pound so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

It can be said that, at least in Misaki Shokuhou's mind, Makoto Haramura's image was at a level that was simply impossible to surpass.

But it all fell apart too quickly.

She hadn't even thrown a tantrum yet, and this man had already started bullying and harassing her.

"I didn't bully you, did I?"

"In addition, your physical strength is indeed a problem that cannot be ignored."

"Judging from your appearance, you probably just use your abilities to fool your teacher during PE class."

"Eh?"

One second she was shedding silver beans, the next she was already chuckling.

She was completely different from her earlier sobbing and crying; well, what could she do? Haramura Makoto's words had struck a nerve.

"never mind."

There was another very obvious sigh.

Makoto Haramura went directly to the steps in front of Misaki Shokuhou and then squatted down.

"Come on, I'll carry you back. Otherwise, it'll take you forever to get back to your dorm."

"Really?"

Misaki Shokuhou still seemed a little surprised, which was fully reflected in her questioning tone.

"What else could be fake?"

The hands behind his back moved slightly, almost as if supporting something.

"If we dawdle any longer, it's really going to rain."

"what……"

Misaki Shokuhou paused for a moment, but her next move was anything but hesitant, as if she had suddenly unleashed a burst of strength from nowhere.

He retracted his hand from the railing, jumped up, and in that instant, the two seemingly disjointed movements landed seamlessly on Makoto Haramura.

The large hand behind Haramura Makoto also bore its due weight, and a pair of fair, lotus-root-like arms had somehow wrapped around his neck and chest.

"Then, let's go."

"Let's go, let's go!"

The surrounding scenery rushed past, and I could feel gusts of strong wind blowing against my face.

However, the sense of speed was not comparable to when Haramura Makoto was carrying her around in the sky with a grappling hook, which is why she was able to open her eyes.

From her perspective, one cannot see the whole picture of Makoto Haramura.

Only about 50% of her profile was visible, but the blush on Misaki Shokuhou's face never faded.

Her face had a perfect, chiseled contour, a high nose bridge, and thin, pink lips.

And there were those firm, hard muscles wrapped around his chest.

To be honest, she can't be considered someone who's obsessed with looks.

She doesn't actually have very high requirements for her partner; she's the type who values ​​feelings more.

But if your partner is very handsome, it would definitely be more pleasing to the eye to look at them every day at home.

"Hey, are you asleep?"

My mouth is practically watering.

Feeling the damp, sticky sensation on his shoulders, Makoto Haramura had no choice but to slow down.

"I'm not asleep."

"They were just thinking about something."

A rebuttal immediately rang in Makoto Haramura's ears.

"You weren't asleep, but there's a wet patch on my shoulder?"

Makoto Haramura, carrying Misaki Shokuhou on his back, ran even faster.

"It's raining, it's raining."

"Even when I'm asleep, I wouldn't drool."

Misaki Shokuhou's face was redder than ever before, and her voice was so intense that her words had no persuasive power whatsoever.

"Really? Then let's leave it like this. Could you loosen your arm a little?"

"They're holding me so tightly."

"no!"

"Just leave it like this, it'll save you from looking at random things."

"Say that again and I'll just cover your eyes."

Misaki Shokuhou's face was so red it was almost bleeding. There was absolutely no way to get Makoto Haramura to turn around now, because if he did, the marks on her face would be exposed.

"Is that so? Then I'll leave it like this."

Chapter 012 Bringing the Queen Home

It wasn't because of the sudden shaking, but because of this unexpected change in position?

Misaki Shokuhou made this sound, which was similar to a coquettish cry, simply because she had just been on Makoto Haramura's back, but now, as if by magic, she was being carried in a princess carry!

A princess carry! A princess carry!

If your back posture can be considered normal, then this posture is definitely not normal.

After all, since ancient times, the princess carry has been a way for men and women to express their love through an embrace, and it represents romance.

Moreover, if both parties are attracted to each other while being carried in a princess carry, this method can rapidly intensify their feelings for each other.

As things stand now.

At least in the current situation and atmosphere, Makoto Haramura seems quite normal.

Misaki Shokuhou, however, was completely in a state of confusion. Her eyes were staring blankly at Makoto Haramura's face, and her hands mechanically wrapped around Makoto Haramura's neck.

(I...I...Is this okay for me...?)

(As expected... I should still jump... no matter what, this progress... is just too fast.)

(But...but...)

It should have been an embarrassing and infuriating thing, but what was with this warmth and this smell?