I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 18 - 16. Faintly, Kasahara Asuka exudes a dangerous aura.

The class bell rang.

Fujiwara Reya leisurely began to tidy up his desk.

"Fujiwara, hurry up, Koike said Asuka went to the cafeteria!" Ikeda Aoshu shouted loudly from the door, "If you want to chat her up, you better go early, or you'll miss the chance when it gets crowded later!"

The last class just ended, and the classroom was still in the quiet atmosphere of the lesson. The monk's loud voice was particularly piercing.

Can't this guy lower his voice a bit... Fujiwara Reya sighed, and followed Ikeda Aoshu to the cafeteria under the strange gazes of his classmates.

To get to the cafeteria in the multi-purpose building from the teaching building, one has to walk across a covered corridor. The April midday sun was just right, casting his reflection on the gleaming glass corridor.

Glancing sideways.

In sight was a perfect handsome guy!

Especially those eyes, which up close seemed as clear as a lake, and from afar as lofty as mountains—one look and you'd think he was a smart person.

Could it be...

Fujiwara Reya thought of another possibility.

The junior's lustful for my body?

Tui!

Women!

Dream on!

This young master won't stop for just one woman.

At least five!

Lost in thought, Fujiwara Reya hurried to the cafeteria, routinely ordered a pork cutlet rice, and carried it to a spot in the corner.

Ikeda Aoshu, uncertain of what to eat, ordered the same and even treated him to some lemonade.

The cafeteria at Private Kitagawa Academy is priced similarly to a regular student canteen, but the ingredients and cooking techniques are comparable to a star-rated hotel; though, the environment is a bit noisy.

However, Fujiwara Reya naturally enjoyed dining in crowded places, so the cafeteria was perfect for him.

Fifteen meters diagonally ahead, at a table where four girls seated themselves, were the same few cute underclassmen from before.

Fujiwara knew two of them.

One had short hair, and the other had long orange hair.

And, as before, the girl with the orange hair glanced at him now and then, as if ready to chat him up any moment.

Fujiwara checked his watch.

Just 12:10.

Looking up again, sure enough, Kasahara Asuka stood up, pressing down on her skirt with both hands.

The swirling skirt got closer, and she walked directly up to Fujiwara Reya, propping one hand on the table edge and asking, "Senpai, do you have time to talk with me?"

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Her imposing presence was very daunting, like a big sister from the Extreme Path.

Reexamining her, Fujiwara noticed her uniform was worn rather sloppily—the bow at the collar casually tied, and her spring sweater's cuffs held gently in her palms, forming what is commonly called "moe sleeves."

Though cute, if I were on the disciplinary committee, I'd make sure you couldn't enter the school gates... Fujiwara internally criticized her attire but maintained a calm exterior as he replied, "Sure."

Then, Kasahara Asuka glanced at Ikeda Aoshu.

The little monk nervously swallowed a gulp, stammering, "Asuka-san, you..."

"Call me Kasahara-san!" Kasahara Asuka coldly interrupted him.

Ikeda Aoshu was stunned.

After a moment, he stuttered, "Eh?"

In Japan, only those with very close relationships call each other by their first names; ordinary friends don't call each other that way.

Kasahara Asuka wasn't familiar with the little monk, so naturally, she didn't like him calling her like that.

Though she wasn't familiar with Fujiwara Reya either.

But...

Isn't double standard allowed?

The junior's cold demeanor was so different from when he'd seen her last. Fujiwara couldn't help but glance up; at this moment, Kasahara Asuka had an aloof aura, but it wasn't malicious or aggressive. It was a neutral stance, like overlooking a tiny street scene from a high vantage point.

"Ikeda-san," Kasahara Asuka's tone was slightly lowered, "do you have any other business?"

"Well, I..." Ikeda Aoshu was speechless, face reddened in anxious discontent.

Suddenly, Fujiwara felt quite delighted.

Compared to his slightly flustered performance when first meeting Asuka, this comparison made him realize it wasn't too bad; at least he was a hundred times better than the little monk who couldn't even talk.

Uninterested in dealing with Ikeda, Kasahara's gaze returned to Fujiwara, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Idiot, what are you doing there!" Koike Asami called from the other table, "Hurry over, you're blocking the two of them from developing their relationship."

Breathing a sigh of relief as if granted amnesty, Ikeda carried his tray and shot Fujiwara a look that said, "This girl is terrifying," before darting to Koike's table.

With no one else around, Kasahara's face instantly brightened with a cute smile, completely different from her previous noble arrogance.

Her change of expression was so fast, it made Fujiwara instantly wary.

"Kasahara-san," he cautiously probed, "what do you want with me?"

Cute, Kasahara put her hands to her chest: "Call me Asuka, please."

The sound was exceedingly soft, tender like an anime character's sweet voice.

Fujiwara slightly leaned back, putting what he deemed a safe distance between them, and just stared at her without speaking.

"Senpai, I must say..."

Kasahara put her hands on her hips, leaning forward until her nose was so close to his: "Even if you do like me, you can't steal my long socks, that behavior is perverted!"

The familiar citrus scent filled his nostrils. Fujiwara gave a sniff and asked, "Why would you say it was me who stole them?"

"Someone took a picture!"

With that, Kasahara lit up her phone screen, showing a photo where indeed, two pairs of long socks were at the edge of Fujiwara's drawer.

"Looks like there's no denying it," Fujiwara sighed softly.

"So, how do you plan to make it up to me, senpai?" Kasahara sat across from him, elegantly crossing her long legs.

Fujiwara noted she was wearing white long socks, her leg shape long and appealing.

Appreciating the beautiful legs for a few seconds, he then focused back on the delicious pork cutlet, intent on finishing his meal.

Having conversing experience and having gathered her information, Fujiwara wouldn't be caught off guard by her as before.

"The taste seems pretty good, hmm?" Kasahara asked cheerfully with a smile.

"Indeed, it's very good, crispy on the outside, tender inside, and leaves a fragrant taste," Fujiwara replied after swallowing a mouthful of pork cutlet, then sipping the lemonade beside him. "And reasonably priced, just 500 yen a serving, plus it comes with a fried egg and greens, and unlimited rice. It's practically the only redeeming feature of this upscale school."

"Who asked you to talk about that?" Kasahara corrected her posture, blinking her big watery eyes. "Being with someone as cute as Asuka, isn't senpai only concerned about the food's taste?"

"Acting cute doesn't work on me!" Fujiwara replied calmly.

"Hmph!"

Pouting with dissatisfaction, Kasahara shot him a glare, then showed a mischievous smile, eyeing him with interest: "Would you answer a few questions? Otherwise, I'll spread the word about senpai stealing socks."

"Go ahead."

For the sake of 5000 points and a ten-pull in the lottery, Fujiwara readily agreed.

Holding her cheeks in her hands, Kasahara asked cutely: "Who are you, senpai?"

"Just an ordinary person."

"People who call themselves ordinary are often untrustworthy."

"Do you also read Fitzgerald?"

Kasahara shook her head. "I don't read Fitzgerald, but I watch Leonardo."

"I watch Leonardo too," Fujiwara nodded, chuckling. "Especially that scene where he runs in the sunlight with a water gun, bare-chested—it reminds me of what I'll look like at forty."

"Haha, are you saying you're as handsome as a young Leonardo, senpai?"

"Not at all, I'm very modest."

Straightening up, Fujiwara shoved his hands into his pockets, displaying an air of "I'm quite used to being the center of attention."

He indeed looked quite dashing, prompting Kasahara to smirk, eyes half-squinted: "The way senpai speaks is quite amusing, please maintain this tone when talking with Asuka in the future!"

Fujiwara drank lemonade through a straw, too lazy to respond.