I Accidentally Sent a Love Letter to the School's Most Prestigious Young Lady Instead of My Childhood Friend, and Now She's Bowing to Me, Asking, "Please Date Me—On the Premise of Marriage!" - 5

Forced upon me—Haru’s mouth. There wasn’t any tongue entanglement, but our lips were crushed as they changed shape.

“St-stop… Haru!”

“I won’t stop.”

I managed to voice my resistance, but Haru sealed my mouth again. Still tangled together, we fell onto the bed, with Haru ending up on top of me.

“Forceful action. I’m creating an established fact.”

“You… Were you always this kind of person…?”

“You’re the one who made me like this, Yuu.”

Haru stared at me with a face that couldn’t possibly be joking.

I groaned internally before resigning myself to the fact that I couldn’t—and shouldn’t—deceive this Haru.

“Actually, that love letter I sent to Shion-san… It was… a mistake.”

“…What do you mean?”

Haru showed me a puzzled expression.

“I meant to put it in your shoe locker, but I accidentally put it in the neighboring one instead.”

I began explaining what happened in chronological order.

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“I understand the situation now.”

Having heard my story, Haru had completely regained composure.

Both our clothes were disheveled from our struggle, but our emotions had completely settled.

“What should I do?”

“What should you do… Well…”

“Honestly, do you like Shion-san?”

When asked, I thought for a moment.

“…I don’t dislike her.”

“Do you like her?”

“I don’t know.”

“Between me and her, who would you choose?”

“…Right now, I’d choose you.”

“Then it’s simple. I’ll go with you, and we’ll both apologize to Shion-san.”

“……..”

Various thoughts—the surrounding circumstances, my position, Shion-san’s feelings—flashed through my mind.

“…I guess that won’t work. There are people watching us, and there are rumors online.”

“Troublesome, isn’t it?” Haru said softly. That might have been the trigger. Something clicked in my mind.

“That’s it! I just thought of something!”

“Hmm… Some good idea?”

“If I do something weird and make Shion-san hate me so she dumps me, that would work!”

At my suggestion, Haru slapped her knee in agreement.

“That! Nice idea! Why didn’t I think of that!?”

“If Shion-san dumps me, people will just think ‘he got dumped (lol)’ and won’t attack me, right!”

“That’s true. Though we’ll need Shion-san to declare, ‘I’ve broken up with that person.'”

“Hey, Haru. What are things girls hate?”

“Well, let me see…”

Haru and I both smirked, raising the corners of our mouths, and our eyes met.

An exit. A clue to the solution. I felt like I could see light at the end of the tunnel.

In my room—this place that had been our secret base since we were kids—our secret conspiracy between just the two of us began to take shape.