Two days after leaving Athens, Nishino and Rose returned to Japan.

Takeuchi-kun and his friends are planning to stay for two more days before returning on Sunday night. Originally, even the blonde Lolita was supposed to follow the same schedule as them but withdrew with the excuse of having a health issue. Francisca took care of the last-minute flight arrangements.

And today, one night after arriving at Haneda, they are at Rose's home.

"With this, we're done with the initial move-in, right?"

Rose said with a tremendously joyful look on her face.

"Yeah, that's right."

To this, Nishino responded with his typical poker face, as he always does.

The two of them are gazing at the newly established Nishino's room in the vacant space at Rose's residence. The long-awaited move from his old six-mat one-room apartment has finally happened today. In accordance with a promise made during their trip, their ordinary life will now be transferred here.

In terms of both space and facilities, there's no comparison; it surpasses all expectations as a property.

"Although the bath and shower are shared, you can use them as you please. I don't plan to establish any rules or anything of the sort. Instead, it would be much appreciated if you could restock items when they run out."

Rose, who is speaking, is desperately trying to suppress her grin.

"I got it."

"Also, this is the key to your room."

A single card is handed over from the landlord's hand.

"...A card, huh?"

"Eh? Is something the matter?"

"No, it's nothing."

For the futsumen who's never handled anything but a basic pin cylinder key, stepping into the world of middle class is quite a new experience. As he begins to feel it firsthand, he can't help but reflect on the fact that it was brought upon him by his arch-enemy. It must be a complex mix of emotions for him.

"Do you have any questions, I wonder?"

"The explanation so far is sufficient."

"Is that so? Well, that's good then."

The rent for Rose's place exceeds seven digits per month. The sight of the cheap furniture from Nishino's former apartment standing there is quite out of place. Even in terms of room size, when compared to the apartment he used to rent, including the kitchen and bathroom, this place is still more spacious.

"What do you want me to do, exactly? Should I kneel and lick your feet?"

"!"

For a moment, Rose's heart throbbed so intensely that it hurt.

She was an insane woman who really wanted to be humiliated.

However, it's a forbidden fetish that must never be discovered.

"That's a very attractive offer, isn't it? However, even if you were to lick my feet, it wouldn't benefit my finances in any manner. Instead, there's something I'd like to discuss beforehand regarding the division of household chores. Would you be willing to listen?"

In the end, the blonde Lolita sadly resorts to light teasing.

Her choice of entertainment for this evening is already decided by his recent remarks.

Currently, her lower abdomen is experiencing a tingling sensation.

"Yeah."

"For the time being, you probably won't be accustomed to daily life, so I will handle cooking, laundry, and cleaning."

"You're quite dedicated, aren't you?"

"Ara? Is Nishino-kun, the hungry virgin, interested in washing my underwear, by any chance? If you're that eager, I could even let you wash them separately. I wouldn't mind if you took one back to your room, you know?"

"Say whatever you like, but fine, I've got the household chores covered."

"You don't seem very competitive, do you?"

"It's pointless to be competitive."

In this type of conversation, Nishino also understood that he couldn't compete with the person in front of him. He nodded in agreement without forcing himself to compete and promptly ended the conversation. Rose had wanted to delve deeper into the topic, but there was no choice but to let it go since he had escaped.

Instead, she is determined to fully satisfy herself with Nishino's underwear tonight.

"This is the extent to which I'll inform you in advance."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, that's all. Is there something from Nishino-kun?"

"No, it's enough."

Nishino responded with few words, aiming to quickly end the conversation.

In contrast, Rose, who can't bear not having a conversation, seeks out topics and starts talking.

"In that case, I have a question for you instead."

"Say it."

"I'm curious when the eyepatch on your left eye will be removed?"

Rose's gaze is directed toward the white fabric covering one of futsumen's eyes. From their journey to this day, the eyepatch has never been removed in public even once. Considering that he received medical attention locally, it's likely that even she was curious.

Still, his attitude while answering is rather unfriendly.

"Who knows."

".........."

Nishino's gaze seemed to imply, "Don't probe any further" moved away from Rose and shifted to look at the outdoor scenery through the window glass. If someone like the Class rep had witnessed this pretentious behavior, she might have raised a voice of criticism.

The time was just around noon.

"If that's the case, shall we have lunch?"

"Yeah."

With Rose in the lead, the two make their way to the dining room.

On the table, the sushi she had ordered in advance is laid out. It's a pair of extra-special sushi servings that arrived just a few minutes ago. It's from one of the top-class sushi restaurants in the city. The five-digit yen price showcases how much she is cherishing this day.

For the futsumen, who typically spends his days with 290-yen meals from a major beef bowl chain, this was a rare treat. Given the recent loss of his savings balance in the Santorini incident, he has become someone who can no longer dine without relying on others.

"It seems you're enjoying yourself with some nice meal."

"Do you think so? I think it's far from your standard income."

"Now, all of that income is in your pocket now."

"By the way, Nishino-kun, how much allowance do you need each month?"

Taking a seat in a chair, Rose snapped apart disposable chopsticks as she inquired.

Naturally, it's a line delivered with a suggestive grin.

"No need."

"If that's the case, you won't even be able to eat meals at school from tomorrow, will you?"

"......"

Nishino pondered whether he might genuinely carry it out if it's the person right in front of him.

On the other hand, the crazy woman who had made sarcastic remarks suddenly found herself excited by a brilliant idea that had sprung up in her mind. Her gaze shifted towards the spacious kitchen beyond the dining counter, which had hardly been used since moving in and was covered in dust.

"In that case, it's fine to provide you meals in kind, isn't it?"

"...Do whatever you please."

From now on, it's been decided that his lunch at school will be provided by Rose.

She is a crazy woman who's eagerly anticipating the start of the school week.

—Suddenly, Nishino collapsed in front of her.

His fall was executed perfectly.

Without any warning, it was an incident that happened while he was in the middle of picking up an ikura sushi roll with his chopsticks to bring it to his mouth. Like a bicycle being kicked over, the stand was knocked down effortlessly, causing it to fall over.

With a loud thud, his body sprawled across the dining room floor.

"......Eh?"

Even Rose couldn't help but be surprised by this.

After collapsing, the futsumen showed no signs of movement. Witnessing this, the chopsticks slipped from her hand. The dry clattering sound echoed strangely loudly in the living room. The splattered soy sauce stained her clothes.

"N-Nishino-kun?"

Despite the question, there was no reply.

The room was eerily quiet, as if time had stopped.

Rose moved quickly following Nishino's collapse.

She got in touch with Marquis using her own device, arranged for a doctor, and immediately took a taxi to Francisca's hospital of choice. Upon Rose's arrival at the destination with Nishino, she found familiar faces already there.

"This way, please hurry!"

Facing the street, next to the emergency entrance, Francisca barked.

Beside her, Marquis is also present.

"Oi oi, are you serious?"

He looked extremely surprised as he gazed at the futsumen being held by Rose.

Because she's petite enough to be mistaken for an elementary school student, the sight of a high school student being carried by her in a princess carry is, by all common sense, a bizarre scene. The only individuals who seem to understand the situation in the same place are probably Rose herself and Francisca.

"I'm in a hurry even without being told!"

"Unlike you, he never listens to suggestions, you know!?"

"I'm the one who understands that the most!"

Following Francisca's guidance, the three of them rushed through the hospital.

Normally, the transportation typically required a stretcher and two adults. However, Rose effortlessly carried him by herself. They headed towards the hospital's operating room, where doctors and nurses in white coats were already present.

Rose gently lays Nishino on the surgical table positioned in the center.

Francisca stood beside them, observing the situation.

Marquis positioned himself near the entrance of the room, furtively observing the surroundings with an anxious expression.

"So, how's his condition? Please explain the situation."

"All of a sudden, he collapsed. Just moments before, we were having a normal conversation and eating a meal. There were no strange signs or anything out of the ordinary. He was perfectly fine, but then he suddenly collapsed and didn't move a muscle..."

"Just from that description, it sounds exactly like a stroke..."

Francisca furrows her brow, pondering various things.

Beside her, the doctor's hands remove Nishino's clothing from his body. Unexpectedly, the futsumen finds himself unintentionally exposing his nakedness to the school's Madonna. With scissors snipping away, everything from his shirt to pants and underwear is placed into a laundry bin.

Finally, the doctor's hand takes off the eye patch.

""!""

Without a moment's delay, their expression changed.

It looks like they have determined the cause.

"E-Eh... Wait..."

Seeing that sight, Francisca also seems to be somewhat surprised.

"W-What does this mean? Wasn't he with you!?"

Francisca yelled at Rose.

"I-I was! But, I can't believe it turned out like this..."

"It's entirely crushed, you see? And the swelling is severe!"

Just as she pointed out, the futsumen's left eye was completely crushed.

After leaving it unattended for a few days, it is now starting to rot. Perhaps, to prevent suppuration, it seems like it was seared with flames, leaving behind burnt marks. Despite this, the pus that had oozed out could still be seen overflowing.

Even to someone without expertise, the reason he collapsed seemed quite obvious.

Is it due to fever and physical exhaustion caused by inflammation, bacterial growth from the affected area, or both? In any case, it seems certain that the left eye is the cause. Even when the sinuses are inflamed, it can render the human body unable to function properly.

Rose's gaze fixed on Nishino becomes even more intense.

"What are you going to do now? He's different from you, you know?"

"......"

In response to Francisca's question, Rose has no words to offer. She gazes at Nishino lying on the operating table and bites her lower lip, looking frustrated. Red liquid drips from the severed skin, tracing down her chin and landing on the floor.

It's all because of Nishino, who stubbornly refused to take off his eye patch, trying to look stylish.

At the same time, a certain rockstar from somewhere, who was also showing off, disregarding his injuries while filming, ended up being taken care of at a local hospital. They say it will take two weeks for a full recovery. In any era, there's no creature more troublesome than a man who isn't straightforward.

However, the blonde lolita over here absolutely loved such a creature.

"I wonder if you're listening to me?"

"I have a request, Francisca."

The lunatic woman shifted her attention to the smelly crotch lady.

Her gaze is unusually serious.

"...What is it?"

"........."

—Rose conveyed to Francisca, who challenged her with a question.

It was a proposal she had never encountered before. As it was discussed, everyone in the room turned in astonishment. From the doctors and nurses attending to the patient, to the bystanders, they all looked at her with shocked expressions.

The only one who keeps her composure is the person she's currently speaking to.

Francisca had a vague sense that such a suggestion would come from Rose. It wasn't for nothing that they had been together for a long time. They had shared both joys and sorrows. Francisca could understand Rose's thoughts and feelings.

"Do you understand what that means?"

"Yes, I'm aware."

"Does that mean this Asian will also become a subject of our surveillance?"

"Aren't we already monitoring him enough? It's too late to say that at this point."

A question from Francisca, presented in an unusually challenging manner.

As for Rose, there was no hint of hesitation.

"........."

"Also, wouldn't you hate reporting the target's physical damage after going through the trouble of coming here? If the situation changes because of that, it would all be in vain. That's why I'm asking, okay?"

"Aren't you concerned if he ends up killing you later?"

"Ara? Well, that's exactly what I want."

"...I understand."

In response to Rose's proposal, Francisca nodded solemnly.

On the other hand, Marquis, who seemed bewildered by what was happening, was not given a chance to speak

"O-Oi, what do you..."

"If you wish to keep your current job, you better be silent."

"......A-Alright."

Her words hit him like a slap, and he couldn't respond.

Afterward, he seemed somewhat lost, silently observing the course of events. However, he still did not leave the same place. He was determined to confirm the situation in preparation for the complaints that Nishino would surely throw at him in the future.

At this point, he was already convinced.

After waking up, he'll definitely take it out on me.

Marquis never imagined that Nishino would end up in this kind of situation.

Nishino regained consciousness two days later, in the evening. Since he had been transported to the hospital on a Friday, it was now Sunday evening, the night before he was due to return to school. The time was approaching midnight.

"........."

His eyes opened naturally, not in response to external stimuli but due to getting enough sleep.

Right after that, what his eyes caught sight of was the ceiling of the private room he was brought into. It was a room that would typically be used by politicians or wealthy individuals, and was among the most luxurious in the ward. In addition to the room with the bed, there were also a conference room and a bathroom, making it a spacious 3LDK layout.

"........."

Naturally, the ceiling that came into his view was also spacious.

At the same time, he felt a sense of discomfort.

The vision he had lost just a few days ago had returned.

Realizing this fact, he immediately sat up.

"What... is this?"

Surprisingly, there was a sense of astonishment in that murmur.

Before leaving Santorini, he believed that the vision in his left eye, which had been lost since before, would never return. He was uncomfortable by the state of his damaged eye, considering it was a part of his own body.

That's why, more than the fact that he lost consciousness and collapsed, he was terrified.

"Ara? It looks like you've awakened."

The door to the room opened as if the timing was perfect.

It was Rose who made an appearance.

"What is this all about?"

"You lost consciousness, you know? It seems you've been pushing yourself quite a bit."

"........."

Rose continued with spiteful remarks that contradicted her true feelings.

In her hand were several rolled-up towels, placed on a tray, emitting warm steam. Deep down, she felt like dancing for joy at the fact that the futsumen had regained consciousness. However, the stronger this feeling became, the harsher her following words would be.

"...I was saved by you, huh?"

"That's right? Oh, but I don't want you to get the wrong idea."

"Wrong idea?"

"You finally became mine after all that effort, so it would be a huge loss if you were to die here."

"Of course. It goes without saying."

She briskly walked forward and moved to the bedside.

She places the tray she held in her hand on the side table.

"...That is?"

"The nurse gave it to me over there. You're welcome to use it."

"........."

Actually, Rose had planned to clean every corner of his body herself. In fact, last night she diligently wiped not only his clothes but also his skin, leaving no part untouched. Every part of the futsumen's body, down to the membranes, was meticulously attended to, leaving no area unseen by her.

Having arrived with enthusiasm to clean it up again today, she finds herself in this situation now.

"I'll say thanks, just in case. I appreciate it."

"As long as you work properly, there won't be any issues."

"...I understand."

Rose can only make curt and direct remarks.

That being the case, Nishino didn't hesitate to pose his own question.

"But, what's going on with this eye?"

He had not confirmed his appearance in the mirror. However, he understood that his own eyeball had regained its original function. Since he had thought that his eyesight would never return in the future, he appeared to be somewhat surprised.

"I can't afford to have the quality of your work reduced due to having only one eye."

"I thought it was completely crushed though."

"Indeed, that's the case."

"Medical advancements are truly remarkable. Francisca's connection can do this, huh?"

The treatment of blindness through corneal transplantation is common. However, as far as Nishino knows, transplantation of the eyeball itself, involving the optic nerve, has not been realized in modern times. Therefore, it seems he thought that some special surgery had been performed.

"No, that's not it."

"...What does that mean?""

"Well, what could it possibly mean, I wonder?"

".........."

In a cryptic manner, Rose spoke. Her words stayed far from the point. Various assumptions floated and disappeared in Nishino's mind. But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't find any evidence to support the idea that his left eye's vision would return.

Seeing the futsumen this confused, a mischievous smile appeared on Rose's lips.

"...Did something interesting happen?"

"No? It might be a good idea to take a closer look in the mirror later."

She muttered briefly and then Rose turned on her heel.

Although she truly wanted to embrace her beloved and celebrate his safety, she realized that it was best to leave this place as soon as possible. The reason is the question Nishino is currently burdened with. His reaction upon learning the truth was beyond her imagination.

She judged that being present at that moment is dangerous.

"Well then, I'll take my leave."

"...Aa."

With the sound of her heels echoing, Rose left the hospital room.

Her figure quickly disappeared.

After a short delay, Nishino's ears picked up the distant sound of a door being opened and closed.

As Rose's presence faded completely, the futsumen stood up. His body moved effortlessly as he stood on his own feet. He swung his arm and swiftly removed all the needles and tubes that were stuck in his body.

A scene often seen in movies. An action carried out with deliberate awareness.

And because one of the needles had pierced all the way to his bladder, the virgin couldn't help but let out a yelp.

He had just woken up, so he didn't realize that he had a catheter inserted. A young urethra is quite elastic, allowing for appropriate stimulation. The deeply inserted tube swiftly passes through the sensitive area of this youth, offering his body an unfamiliar sensation.

Given that the unconscious patient has an IV drip, it's only logical that a urinary catheter is also in place.

"........."

After quietly suffering for a bit, he somehow regained his serenity.

The futsumen, having learned that movies and reality are different, might have become a bit smarter.

Following Rose's advice, he proceeded to search for a mirror.

Next to the bed, there was a side table. Right in front of it, he found a tabletop mirror. It was about 40 centimeters tall and 20 centimeters wide, a perfect size to check one's facial features. Seizing the opportunity, he stood in front of it without hesitation and saw his own face reflected in the mirror.

And then, what was the outcome?

"........."

With a single glance, his face tightened.

From Rose's cryptic remarks or perhaps the impact of the surgery, he had been considering whether his facial features had changed. He was mentally prepared for it. However, the face of futsumen reflected in the mirror conveyed more significant changes than he had imagined.

"...That woman."

A blue eye—the same color as Rose's, was positioned in his left eye socket.

The following day, Nishino who was discharged from the hospital made his way to school.

The attending doctor recommended several more days of hospitalization, but the futsumen politely declined and completed the discharge procedure. It appeared that Rose had already paid the expenses in advance, so there was no billing required.

Making a brief stop at Rose's house, he loaded his bag with textbooks and writing tools.

The landlord was nowhere to be found at the same location.

With the intention of finding her, he hurried along the way to school.

Due to the various hospital procedures and whatnot, by the time the futsumen arrived at the classroom, it was already lunch break. The students, having finished their classes, were scattered around, enjoying their break in their own way.

Nishino headed towards his seat for the time being to put down his belongings.

As they witnessed his presence, whispers and hushed conversations began to emerge from various corners of the classroom. Each and every one of them, having seen the futsumen's appearance, engaged in discussions to exchange their opinions. In a school where black hair and black eyes dominated ninety-nine percent, his appearance stood out remarkably.

"—Eh? What's that? Colored contact lens?"

"—Oi oi, are you serious?"

"—Wearing colored contact to this school, are you still in middle school or something?"

"—Does he actually think he's cool?"

"—But seriously, it's hilarious!"

"—Lately, Nishino has been really funny, right?"

Odd-Eye Nishino is making his classroom debut right now.

"........."

If his facial attractiveness was at a certain high level, then his evaluation would have completely changed. In fact, Takeuchi-kun, an amateur fashion model, once showcased his artificial heterochromia, on a specific magazine cover with a close-up shot. It's said that the issue at the time recorded the second-highest sales in history.

Nevertheless, it's an item that's a bit too stylish for the futsumen.

"—Isn't it embarrassing just watching him?"

"—Well, there was one person in my previous school in middle school who would come to school wearing colored contact lenses."

"—In the first place, that guy already has narrow eyes so isn't it kind of pointless?"

"—You have a point."

"—Instead of changing his eye color, he should first groom his eyebrows, don't you think?"

"—You should tell him."

"—I don't want to."

If someone like the Class rep were in the same position, she would undoubtedly have opted for black-colored contact lenses. The futsumen is completely unaware that such a difference in awareness is contributing to his lowered status within the school.

Thanks to this, his school caste ranking only continues to decline.

"........."

Still, if it had been a result of his own choice, he would have likely accepted the evaluations from those around him with sincerity. He would have likely reflected on his decision, considering it an excessive action on his part. However, in this case, he is also a victim.

Upon collapsing and then recovering, the color of his left eye had changed before he knew it.

"...Where has that woman gone?"

After putting down his belongings, the futsumen quickly left the classroom to search for Rose.

And then, this is what occurred immediately after exiting the classroom.

"Ara? Nishino-kun?"

"...!"

In the hallway, Nishino bumped into the person he was searching for.

Since they're in the neighboring class, it's to be expected.

"Should you really be out of bed? You're still recovering, aren't you?"

"What's the meaning of this?"

Without minding the inquiry from the other party, he pointed to his own eye and asked.

Rose responded to him with a calm smile and answered.

"Ara, what a lovely color. What's the matter, I wonder?"

"...!"

She didn't seem to mind at all. In response to her behavior, even Nishino, who was known for his composure, couldn't conceal his shock. This was because the color of the eyes he had repeatedly checked in front of the mirror was exactly the same as the color of the eyes he was currently staring into.

"Are colored contact lenses popular?"

"......That's right. It seems to be a trend among young people lately."

The hallway is filled with other students, and if Rose is with him, they will inevitably attract attention. Even from the classroom he just left, gazes are constantly directed towards them. In such a situation, it's impossible for them to have a conversation about the condition of his eyeball or how the hospitalization went.

"I wonder if I should give it a try as well."

"I would like you to accompany me in the conversation for a little while, if you don't mind."

"Ara? An invitation for lunch?"

"......"

Because of that, Rose is in great shape.

She's a deranged woman who becomes aroused just by thinking that her own flesh and blood flows within the body of the person she has feelings for. If I had known something like this would happen, I should have replaced his right eye as well. A heartfelt melancholic thought muttered in her mind.

By the way, the remains of the futsumen's left eye that were extracted have been preserved in formalin and are carefully stored in her private room. Among the Nishino Collection that Rose boasts, it is displayed on the appreciation stand as one of her highest rarity items.

"I was just about to head to the cafeteria, but how about joining me?"

"...No, I'm fine."

"Is that so?"

The entire school is on Rose's side.

As someone from the lowest caste, he could at least understand that much. That was precisely why there was no room for him to intervene. Reflecting on his struggles at school over the past few weeks, Nishino gave up on negotiating then and there.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Nishino has been living with Rose since last week. Even though it's impossible to interact at school, he thought there would be plenty of opportunities after school. The chance to communicate is not limited to within the school.

"Well then, I'm going to excuse myself now, Nishino-kun."

"Aa, I hope you enjoy your meal."

"Thank you, I'll go ahead and do that."

The futsumen quietly saw her off to the end of the hallway.

Upon returning to the classroom, Nishino realized the fatal mistake he had made.

"........."

The trigger was the loud rumbling sound coming from his stomach.

By the way, the moment he remembered that he hadn't eaten since waking up, the futsumen briefly recalled his past imprudence. Right after returning from the trip, he had handed over all his available money, from his bank book to his wallet, to her.

It's the result of trading words and trying to impress. Furthermore, in the negotiations for the allowance amount to be given by her, he also maintained a cynical and indifferent attitude, resulting in a flat zero yen. It was decided that physical goods would be provided instead.

"........."

The bravado he had shown confidently in front of his sworn enemy is now tormenting his stomach.

He hasn't been hospitalized for no reason last Saturday and Sunday.

As soon as he became aware of his hunger, his empty stomach started growling without reservation. No matter how strong one's mental fortitude might be, the body doesn't lie. The sight of his classmates eating nearby only intensified the growling.

"—Oi oi, Nishino's stomach is growling like crazy."

"—He didn't have his lunch yet?"

"—I mean, isn't it growling too much?"

"—Hey, share some of your lunch with him."

"—I don't want to."

"—Just how hungry is he?"

"—It's way too much growling, no matter how you look at it."

As expected, it can be heard echoing around.

Following the color of his eyes, the futsumen now garners attention for the rumbling of his stomach.

"........."

While seated at his own desk, Nishino is deep in thought. If he were to proceed into the afternoon class like this, it would become troublesome. Even during the lively break time, he stands out like this. It's not hard to imagine how much it would echo during the quiet class.

He starts thinking about going home once and rummaging through his landlord's fridge.

In the midst of his swift and dramatic fall in the school's caste, Nishino was determined to prevent any further decline in his status. What mattered most to him now were the bittersweet memories of his youth, rather than his studies.

And then, beneath this hungry fellow, a familiar voice rang out once again.

"It quite lively here, isn't it?"

It's Rose.

Before anyone realized, she entered the classroom and stood in front of the futsumen's desk.

"...Weren't you supposed to go to the cafeteria?"

"I remembered the promise, you know."

What she is holding in her hand is a box-shaped object wrapped in fabric.

It's obvious to everyone. It's a bento.

"........."

"I wonder if it was unnecessary?"

Rose gazes at Nishino with a daring expression.

What followed were words that left him no escape.

"By the way, there's nothing left at home, you know?"

"......I'll accept it."

From the beginning, there were no options for the futsumen.

"Since today it's such nice weather, let's eat outside."

"........."

While holding the bento, Rose turned on her heel. As for Nishino, he hesitated, swallowing the words that were about to escape his lips, and then stood up from his seat. If he refused here, he would not only miss lunch but also dinner and even breakfast for the following day.

On the other hand, those in the vicinity who overheard the conversation between the two let out a collective gasp of surprise. It seemed that nobody had expected the school's idol to invite the misunderstood bastard from the lowest caste to lunch. The reactions, especially from those in the upper caste and the female students, were quite noticeable.

"Over here, please follow me."

"Got it."

Following the orders of the blonde lolita, the futsumen left the classroom.