Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [184]

Facts soon proved that Kojima Kana wasn’t exactly a genius.

She’d already suspected that Kirisu Mafuyu was drunk—yet in the next moment, she’d convinced herself she’d accidentally bought counterfeit beer instead.

By the time Shirase finally talked her out of marching back to the convenience store to “demand justice,” she’d reluctantly accepted a simple truth: Kirisu Mafuyu’s alcohol tolerance was abysmal.

“Mafuyu-chan, you’re so weak,” Kana sighed, chin in her hand, a smug Invincible practically written across her face.

Shirase had to suppress the urge to comment that the last person who’d worn that exact expression had ended up getting “Ora Ora’d” into a corner.

“Kana-nee, your tolerance isn’t great either,” he said instead, trying to sound reasonable. “You should stop drinking and take care of Kirisu-sensei instead.”

“Hmph, there you go underestimating me again! It’s just a tiny glass—what, a hundred milliliters? You think that’s enough to get me drunk?”

Five minutes later, there were two flushed, glassy-eyed women at the table.

Shirase felt a headache coming on. Kana-nee really doesn’t learn, huh…

“Hehe, my body’s all warm… Shirase, did you secretly turn the heater on?” Kana murmured, voice soft and lazy.

Mafuyu, though equally red-faced, was still barely holding on. She leaned weakly on the table, eyes half-lidded. “Kana, what time is it?”

“I dunno~” Kana said cheerfully. “I’m not sleepy at all, so it must still be early.”

“Really? I’m not sleepy either… so it’s probably noon.”

Shirase glanced at the clock. 7:30 p.m.

The two drunk teachers soon found a new topic.

“Mafuyu-chan,” Kana began, “do you talk to people much at school?”

“Not really,” Mafuyu admitted blearily.

“Me neither,” Kana sighed. “And that’s bad, you know? I read online that if you don’t talk to people for too long, you’ll forget how—and then one day you might go mute!”

“That serious?!” Mafuyu’s hazy eyes widened. “Then… what should we do?”

“I don’t know,” Kana said gravely, “but I’m starting to think maybe I am mute already—I just never noticed.”

“What? Should we go to the hospital? With modern medical tech, maybe they can cure your muteness!”

“Oh no! So I am mute?! No wonder no one at school talks to me—they’re discriminating against me because I’m disabled!”

“The people at school are awful! You’re just mute—what right do they have to treat you like that?”

By the time Shirase looked up again, the two women were hugging each other tightly—one sobbing about being “discriminated against,” the other railing against the injustice of society.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

This level of conversation was way beyond his processing capacity.

He was just about to stand up and quietly escape this battlefield of idiocy when the topic suddenly, and inevitably, shifted to him.

“Mafuyu-chan,” Kana slurred, “do you think Shirase secretly looks down on me because I’m mute?”

“Shirase!” Mafuyu said, face flushed with righteous indignation. “You’d better admit it right now—have you ever thought that?”

Even through her drunken haze, she still managed to muster the tone of an interrogation.

Shirase stared at them both, utterly expressionless. “You two should go to sleep.”

“You’re dodging the question!” Mafuyu pouted, cheeks puffed up.

How is she suddenly coherent again?

But Shirase knew better than to argue with drunk women—it only ever made things worse.

He exhaled, stood up, and without hesitation, leaned down to scoop Kojima Kana into his arms.

“Wait a minute!”

Kirisu Mafuyu staggered after Shirase, her steps unsteady though her voice, when she called out to him, remained surprisingly strong.

Shirase pushed open the bedroom door and, without hesitation, deposited the self-pitying Kojima Kana onto the bed. When Mafuyu stumbled in behind him, he repeated the process, ignoring her token struggles and setting her down beside her friend.

Before she could even try to rise, Shirase fixed both women with a sharp look.
“If either of you cause any more trouble,” he said evenly, “do you believe I won’t hang you up and spank you?”

Silence. Two pairs of glassy eyes blinked up at him in perfect unison.

Shirase nodded to himself. Good. Effective threat.

Then, to his utter disbelief, Kana shyly straightened, knees together, and purred, “Then go ahead~.”

Mafuyu, face flushed and mind far from sober, awkwardly mimicked her friend’s pose. “B-but not too hard…” she added faintly.

Shirase: “…”

Too dangerous. I’m out.

He turned on his heel immediately. Before leaving, though, he grabbed Kana’s phone and set an alarm so neither of them would oversleep for work.

He already knew her passcode—and even the password to her private photo album. She’d told him herself once, bragging about how “open” she was.

Task complete, Shirase shut the bedroom door and fled the apartment at record speed.

If he stayed any longer, he wasn’t sure who would end up spanking whom.

That night, he slept soundly in his own bed.

...

The next morning, after his usual run, Shirase found a message from Kana.

[Thanks for taking care of us yesterday. Your alarm was perfectly timed. Mafuyu-chan also asked me to thank you.]

He chuckled, sending back a simple smiling emoji.

After his shower, though, another message popped up. Expecting small talk, he opened it—then froze.

[Mafuyu-chan was sooo soft! I hugged her all night in my sleep. No wonder I dreamed about buying a giant teddy bear. Her body’s super warm and fluffy—perfect for cuddling! We even bathed together this morning. She’s so easy to tease~]

Shirase stared at the screen, speechless.

Soft is soft, bathing is bathing—but why are you telling me this?

He wasn’t a woman—he’d never get that kind of “limited-edition” experience.

...

Three quiet days passed.

After Friday’s last class, Mafuyu called Shirase into her office.

“Private Toyogasaki Academy?” he repeated, scanning the match paperwork on her desk. The name tickled a memory.

“Several schools were interested,” Mafuyu explained, “but most have other matches or training right now. Toyogasaki had the most open schedule, so the principal arranged for them to play us first. After that, the stronger schools will come.”

Shirase nodded. “Are they strong?”

“Not particularly. That school’s most famous for two of its female students.”

“Female students?”

“Yes—apparently two extremely beautiful girls. One blonde, and the oth—”

“Got it,” Shirase interrupted with a tap to his forehead. “That explains why the name sounded familiar.”

Seeing his utter lack of interest in the “two beauties,” Mafuyu felt oddly pleased. “In any case, tell your team to prepare properly.”

“No training today,” Shirase replied. “The guys are heading out for some street soccer instead. They’ve been itching to burn off energy.”

“That makes sense,” Mafuyu agreed, then frowned slightly. “Street matches are fine, but never get involved in any that involve gambling.”

So she had been researching.

“We know,” Shirase assured her. “We’re focused on the nationals this year, not pocket money.”

Satisfied, Mafuyu nodded. As Shirase turned to leave, her voice stopped him.

“Wait.”

She rose from her chair, stepping toward him, the soft black shimmer of her stockings catching the light. Stopping less than a meter away, she tried to keep her usual composure—but the effort showed.

“Um… thank you for the other night.”

Shirase smiled faintly. “It was nothing. But next time, please don’t drink with Kana-nee again.”

Her blush deepened. “I—I know that now. I thought she could take care of me if I got drunk. I didn’t realize she was even worse than I am…” She coughed lightly. “I didn’t… say anything strange, did I?”

“No, nothing strange,” Shirase said with an amused grin. “You two just teamed up to criticize me for being part of society’s injustice.”

“…What?” Mafuyu blinked, horrified. “Criticize? Condemn?”

He nodded. “Kana insisted she was mute and claimed society discriminated against her. You comforted her, then joined her in denouncing me as the representative of that unfair society.”

“…”

Mafuyu’s fingers tightened at her side, the tips pressing into her palm. Just imagining it made her want to disappear.

Shirase softened his tone. “Don’t worry. I’ve already forgotten it all. No one else will ever know.”

Liar!

If he’d really forgotten, he wouldn’t be recounting it in such detail!

Her cheeks burned even redder as she glared up at him, half from embarrassment, half from mortification.

And then another realization struck her—if Kana had been that drunk, the only person capable of carrying her to bed was…

“Wait,” she blurted out, stiffening. “Did I… walk back to the bedroom myself that night?”

“No,” Shirase said simply. “I carried you. You weren’t exactly cooperative, though—you kept struggling. Luckily, I managed to convince you physically.”

What kind of phrasing is that!?

Mafuyu turned away, covering her face. “You will completely forget this ever happened!”

“Understood.”

Her shoulders relaxed slightly. “Since you’re not training today, are you going straight home?”

“I’m heading to the Service Club. Yukinoshita-san asked me to stop by—she’s officially starting the short film project.”

At the mention of Yukinoshita, Mafuyu froze, then quickly said, “Then I’ll come too.”

Shirase hesitated. “You? To the Service Club? Oh, I see. But I can’t guarantee I’ll be cooking there today.”

“Do I look like someone who only helps for food?” Mafuyu shot back, flustered. “Don’t underestimate an adult’s sense of responsibility!”

“Of course not,” Shirase said, wisely letting it drop.

After he left, Mafuyu sank back against her desk, face still crimson.

“This is humiliation… absolute humiliation… At least he doesn’t gossip. Maybe it won’t spread.”

She muttered to herself, trying to calm down—until, by habit, she reached for her phone.

Then she froze.

Wait. Did he… record us that night?

With how casually young people filmed everything these days…

Panic flared in her chest.

She grabbed her bag.

No time to waste. She had to head to the Service Club—right now!

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