Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Dame. ...

"Who dares..."

"I don't dare."

"I wouldn't dare."

"Just looking at it makes me terrified!"

"But Fushiguro-san is so beautiful... Who made that outfit for him?"

A group of students were whispering behind the door. The person they were discussing was the very famous Mr. Fushiguro in this school. He was standing at the back of the classroom, holding a menu with an expressionless face, and around him... there was no one.

Who dressed him up?

Of course it was me. Eri Kimoto appeared behind the group of people, eating marshmallows and thinking to herself that no one else seemed to be as brave as me.

With a bright smile, Eri Kimoto also followed their gaze and looked at Fushiguro-san... The current outfit seems to be more appropriately called Fushiguro Maid.

The maid outfit Fushiguro was wearing was different from the more exaggerated maid outfits worn by the other two boys. It was a maid outfit with a longer skirt... The relatively simple maid skirt reached below the knees. His classmates didn't dare to give him a lace outer layer, so they only dared to give him a white ruffled apron.

Aha ...

A few days ago, the whole class was silent after drawing lots.

Under the boy's cold gaze, Vice-Class Leader Yamamoto swallowed hard and spoke before him, "Um... well, Fushiguro-san... well... how about... you draw again, or maybe give me a different character? Ugh... I'm thinking you could wear a butler uniform, too!"

The classmates around him nodded enthusiastically: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, what would Fushiguro-san look good in? Oh no! It would look great in a butler uniform!!"

"Let's draw again!"

"It's really inappropriate for Fushiguro-san to wear a maid outfit..."

"It's so horrible, I can't even imagine it."

Amidst the one-sided comments of this group of sweaty classmates, Eri Norimoto, who was sitting next to Fushiguro Megumi, was almost laughing herself to death.

This made everyone's attention, including Megumi Fushiguro's, focus on her.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha——”

Eri Norimoto pointed at the note about the part-time job in his hand and laughed with undisguised schadenfreude, "Aha ...

"This is the last school festival, everyone is following the rules. How could you, hahahahahaha——"

"Are you trying to change it so easily?! What's wrong with a maid outfit? Isn't it easy for our Fushiguro-san to get her, hahahahahahahaha!"

Fushiguro Megumi: “….”

Is it necessary to laugh like that? Fushiguro Megumi glanced at her speechlessly.

Just when everyone else was doubting whether Megumi Fushiguro would draw again or accept the suggestion of changing into the butler uniform, the boy just looked at the vice-class monitor calmly, then nodded very slightly with that "..." expression.

“…” The whole class was stunned.

Then the drawing of lots continued,

Of course, Megumi Fushiguro and Eri Kimoto didn't know at that time that several excited people in the class, led by Yamada, had quickly taken out their mobile phones and started typing passionately in the group chat called "It's true."

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Then time goes back to this morning.

On the day of the school festival, the entire classroom was transformed into a cafe style in advance.

The desks and benches have been changed to a simple style, the lighting has been changed to warm colors, the walls and windows are covered with decorative Instagram-style stickers, and the podium has become an order-taking and coffee-making area. The whole classroom is filled with a faint aroma of coffee, and it really has the feel of a coffee shop.

The campus festival hasn't started yet, and everyone is busy making preparations.

The three girls had already changed into butler outfits, and the three boys...two boys had already put on maid outfits and were sitting obediently on the stools, letting the staff put on their makeup.

Mr. Fushiguro hadn't changed his clothes yet. The girl in front of him was holding a hairpin in her hand. She looked trembling and didn't dare to reach out.

Fushiguro Megumi: “….”

Eri Kimoto almost couldn't help laughing out loud while watching the show, and then Squad Leader Fujinuma suddenly appeared beside her and shook her hand tightly.

"Please, Eri," she said.

"Please! Just go!!!"

Qi Ben Eri was startled, her eyes widened as she pointed at herself: "Eh? Me?! What am I going to do?"

"Look, how dare Yukako attack Fushiguro-san?!"

Class monitor Fujinuma was heartbroken and looked at her with accusing and pleading eyes: "Go help Fushiguro-san put on makeup!!!"

Qi Ben Eri was shocked: "I'm going to put makeup on him? Really?"

Eri Norimoto had never put makeup on herself before, so she shook her head decisively when she was suddenly given this arduous task: "What if I ruin Fushiguro-san's gorgeous face—"

"Fushiguro-san's stunning beauty will not be easily destroyed,"

After checking the time, Class Leader Fujinuma stopped talking and pushed her over. He took the hairpin from Yukako and put it into Eri Kimoto's hand, "Come on!"

After saying that, she pulled the relieved Yukako away.

Eri Kimoto: "..."

Fushiguro Megumi: “…”

The two looked at each other for a few seconds.

Fushiguro Megumi's expression changed: "I don't--"

"no."

Raising the hairpin in her hand, Eri Kimoto quickly got into character, holding him down when he tried to get up while letting out a strange laugh.

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Although Eri Kimoto has never used a hair clip herself, she believes that every girl will know how to use it the moment she gets it. She would like to call it a girl's talent.

She pulled Megumi Fushiguro to the corner of the classroom, and while the hair irons were heating up, she took a look at the other two boys who also wanted to dress up as maids. They not only put on makeup, but also wore wigs.

Fushiguro Megumi followed her gaze and looked over.

Then he immediately said, "Dame."

"What's that?" Eri Kimoto said, "No, no! Your hair doesn't grow long even if you clip it straight, so of course it's—"

"Da-me."

"Just bring—"

"Da-me."

“…”

Just as Eri Kimoto was about to argue with him again, some burning gazes behind her made her look back.

Several classmates looked at me as if to say, "Just do it!" "We really need to hurry up or it will be time to open the shop." "Let him go, Eri-chan—"

Qi Ben Eri pursed her lips, feeling very sorry: "...Okay."

The clips have been preheated to the appropriate temperature.

"Don't move, Fushiguro-san."

"Be careful not to get burned."

Her voice also became softer, and there was some unquestionable seriousness and concentration in Eri Kimoto's eyes as she held the hairpin. She thought about where to start and then began her action.

Megumi Fushiguro also stopped moving.

It’s not that I’m afraid of getting burned, but because Eri Kimoto is now a little too close to me.

She was probably still a little unfamiliar with the operation of the hairpin, so she moved very seriously. It was warm, with the sweet scent of cherry blossoms on her body. Her breath seemed to completely surround her.

The noisy background sound in the classroom seemed to suddenly fade away. Fushiguro Megumi only felt a gentle movement on his head. The place where her breath touched seemed to have a tiny electric current running through it rapidly, causing an indescribable numbness. He subconsciously leaned back.

"oops,"

"I told you not to move!"

Her head was straightened again. Qi Ben Eri didn't seem to realize that she had just held her chin, forcing her to look at her. This action was a bit too intimate.

Megumi Fushiguro looked at her quietly, then his gaze unconsciously dropped. The boy somewhat stiffly avoided her red eyes that were so close to him and were focused on his hair.

"... Fushiguro-san, aren't you afraid of getting burned by me?"

Stopping her hand movements, Qi Ben Eri looked at him helplessly: "I'm not very familiar with using the hair iron, you'd better not lower your head suddenly again."

Megumi Fushiguro: "...Oh."

The sunlight seemed to have kicked away the clouds and rushed in from the window.

In the light golden sunlight, Megumi Fushiguro could still see tiny dust particles flying in the air, and Eri Norimoto was standing at the edge of the beam, which outlined her figure and cast a warm golden halo on her soft black hair.

She carefully controlled the timing of the hairpins, and her fingertips would occasionally inadvertently brush against his earlobes and temples, bringing a feather-light yet heart-pounding touch. Fushiguro Megumi unconsciously turned her gaze away again, wondering if the sun was a little too bright today, making him feel a little...uncomfortable.

"Is that about it?"

Eri Kimoto finally put down the hairpin in her hand, took a step back and admired her masterpiece with satisfaction.

The boy's sea urchin head has disappeared a lot, and now it has formed a very strange one, a bit like a subtle arc between unruly and cute.

And there were a few strands of hair that looked like alopecia that just wouldn't fall down, perhaps because they weren't clipped long enough. Eri Kimoto started laughing as she watched.

"puff--"

"Aha ...

Fushiguro Megumi: "..."

Although this was pretty good, and Eri Kimoto was very satisfied with her craftsmanship, she still felt that it was not good enough. She looked again at the two maids who were already ready, and then looked at their makeup bags with sudden realization.

Fushiguro Megumi: “Da——”

"Dame is ineffective!"

She brought out her makeup bag almost instantly, and quickly pushed Fushiguro Megumi onto the bench. Norimoto urged, "Well, you've already put on your clothes and done your hair, why not touch up your makeup as well?"

"Don't worry! Trust my aesthetic!"

Eri Kimoto completely forgot that she was just talking to the class monitor about ruining Fushiguro's beauty. She was now immersed in her own art.

"I won't do it like them, because Fushiguro-san—" Eri Nori suddenly turned around, and after realizing that everyone else was quite far away, she leaned close to Fushiguro Megumi's ear and whispered, "Because Fushiguro-san is prettier than them!"

“....”

“....”

Megumi Fushiguro felt a little hot now.

However, Eri Kimoto did not notice that the tips of Fushiguro's ears were slowly turning red. She picked and chose from her makeup bag, and in the end, she only took out concealer and foundation with natural colors, and it seemed that she would not need anything else.

The fingertips touched his face with slightly cool liquid. Fushiguro Megumi himself didn't realize that his body was very tense. He obeyed the order stiffly, closed his eyes, and then let Eri Kimoto's breath wrap him up again.

But when he closed his eyes, his other perceptions seemed clearer. He could even hear the slightly held breath of Eri Kimoto when she was concentrating, and a sweeter smell.

"Perfect!"

"How about another coat of lipstick?"

Fushiguro Megumi suddenly opened her eyes, her blue-green eyes full of resistance: "...This is really not possible."

"I've already put on makeup, so what's wrong with that?"

"It's just a lip balm, not lipstick."

Eri Kimoto was talking nonsense with him: "A maid with chapped lips won't attract any customers!"

"What happened to the lipstick?"

"Doesn't Gojo Satoru also paint every day?"

Fushiguro Megumi showed a skeptical expression: "...Really?"

Eri Nori nodded vigorously: "He must be that kind of exquisite boy. It seems that he uses very expensive brand products."

"Don't move, it will be fine soon."

After unscrewing her lipstick, Eri Kimoto gently held the boy's chin. Her red eyes were clear and bright, and she was staring at his lips intently with a focused look, as if she was looking at an extremely important work of art.

The soft cream, with a hint of coolness, was gently applied on his tightly pursed lips.

Eri Kimoto's movements were very light, and her fingertips would occasionally inadvertently brush against the corners of his lips. This indescribable feeling, a mixture of embarrassment, shame, and some deeper throbbing, all made Megumi Fushiguro feel as if she was getting a little hotter... Damn, wait, isn't it just March?

"Okay!" Eri Kimoto finally withdrew her hand, tilted her head and looked at him with satisfaction. A glimmer of success flashed in her eyes, but deeper in her eyes was a sense of comfort and satisfaction that she herself was not aware of.

"It's so beautiful, Fushiguro-san!"

"You must be the most beautiful one today!"

"But I always feel like something is missing..." Qi Ben Eri's eyes slowly moved up, and finally landed on his hair. She really still felt that something was missing.

I think it’s because my hair is a little short so it’s weird... Oh right! Wearing an ornament might make it better!

"How about wearing a cat ear headband--"

"Da-me."

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The author has something to say:

So what on earth are you so hot about in March, meow?_(:3_」∠)_