DING DONG.
The crisp doorbell chimed.
Aozawa stopped his physical training, set down the dumbbell, and strode toward the entrance.
"Who is it?" he called out, not rashly approaching to open the door.
Chitose had gone out shopping.
Given her personality, she shouldn't be back so soon.
The person ringing the doorbell could be a lady from some church proselytizing, or it might be a delivery Chitose had ordered online.
It's always better to ask first.
"Hello, Aozawa-senpai, my name is Hojo Shouko."
A voice as soft as cotton candy squeezed through the crack in the door and into his ears.
Hojo Shouko.
Aozawa immediately realized that the person outside was Hojo Shouko, the soft-voiced younger sister who called Hojo Tetsuji 'Brother'.
What did she want with me?
A look of puzzlement flickered in Aozawa's eyes, but he couldn't just leave her standing outside.
That being said, what had happened with Phoenix Academy Maggie must not repeat itself.
He promptly entered his Exorcist state, leaning backward, his hands propping him up from the ground, face up.
Aozawa barely lifted his head to see the door clearly and, spider-like, crept forward.
His ability to perform such a complex maneuver was related to his Superpower.
As long as no girl is sitting on me, I won't fall, so my hands don't need much force to support my body. My back looks like it's suspended, but it's actually very stable.
He reached the doorway, used Telekinesis to twist the doorknob, and opened the door with a smile. "Welcome. I've heard Hojo mention you."
Standing outside was a girl about 1.6 meters tall.
She had short black hair that covered her ears, an oval face, willow eyebrows, and apricot eyes. She was dressed in the Brilliant High School uniform.
She wore a white shirt under a light blue jacket, paired with a water-blue pleated skirt, and her shapely legs were clad in black stockings.
She held her school bag in front of her with both hands.
She bowed and said, "I'm so sorry to disturb you by showing up unannounced. I just wanted to ask if Brother is here?"
"Hojo isn't here. Did you two have a fight?"
"No, this morning, Brother was very energetic and said he was going to accomplish something major in his life. I'm really worried. Brother is an idiot through and through. The more he tries to do something, the more he fails."
Hojo Shouko sighed, a look of concern on her face. "I went to the Kendo Club this afternoon to check, but the captain said he didn't attend training. He's not responding to messages, and he's not here either. Where on earth could he be?"
At this, Hojo Shouko's willow eyebrows furrowed slightly, her worry that her brother had met with misfortune growing.
Aozawa thought for a moment and said, "Come in and have a seat. I'll get my phone and send him a message."
Hojo Shouko glanced at him, a hint of hesitation on her face. "Wouldn't that be inconvenient?"
"It's fine," Aozawa replied generously.
Hojo Shouko took a deep breath. Just as I'd expect from Brother's friend, she thought. What a strange person.
"Then I'll impose on your hospitality."
Hojo Shouko bowed politely, took a few steps into the room, and gently closed the door.
Pressing down on her pleated skirt with her left hand, she gracefully sat on Aozawa's chest.
His abdomen doesn't have bones, so sitting there would definitely be uncomfortable for Aozawa-senpai. But his chest has bones, so I don't have to worry about hurting him, she reasoned.
To be honest, I can't understand why Aozawa-senpai likes people sitting on him, Hojo Shouko wondered. Still, Brother's friend can't be a bad person. At worst, he's just an oddball.
Aozawa felt the softness and weight on his chest, and his eyes widened. I invited Hojo Shouko to come in and sit, not to sit on my chest! Even though the Exorcist posture looks a lot like a chair, for her to actually sit down... her way of thinking is just not normal!
Aozawa opened his mouth to correct her, then noticed that the earlobes hidden beneath her black hair were slightly red. Sitting on a 'human chair' must be a huge ordeal for her too. If I tell her she misunderstood right now, she'll probably get so embarrassed she'll bolt.
Oh well. Hojo Shouko isn't heavy, anyway, Aozawa sighed inwardly.
Hojo Shouko's body is light, just like her soft voice. It makes you wonder if she's made of marshmallow. Even though the curve of her chest looks quite substantial... girls are truly mysterious creatures.
"Aozawa-senpai, what do you think Brother wanted to do?"
"It's probably related to a confession. I heard him say he wanted to confess to the girl he likes today. If he hasn't replied, it means either he was rejected, or he succeeded and is out on a date with his girlfriend right now."
"He must have failed his confession." Hojo Shouko was pessimistic about her brother's charm.
Aozawa grumbled internally and moved towards his bedroom.
Hojo Shouko stayed on him the whole time, only using her feet to help them move faster, scuttling sideways like a crab.
She's being strangely considerate, probably afraid I can't support her, so she's using her feet to help... Damn it! Don't underestimate a man's core and arm strength!
Aozawa fumed internally and suddenly tensed his muscles, lifting the girl so her feet left the ground, preventing her from helping.
Entering the bedroom, he couldn't see his phone by the bed and called out, "Shouko, could you grab my phone from the bedside table?"
"Yes, Aozawa-senpai." Hojo Shouko's voice was soft, like an April spring breeze.
Her large, almond-shaped eyes scanned his bed. She was surprised; So a boy's bed can be this clean and tidy. I thought all boys were like Brother, with their beds a total mess.
"Aozawa-senpai, your bed is so neat."
Hojo Shouko was never stingy with her compliments. She picked up the phone from the bedside table, handed it to Aozawa, and asked, "Shall I unlock it for you?"
"No worries, I can manage with one hand."
Aozawa propped himself up with his left hand on the ground and took the phone with his right to unlock it.
Hojo Shouko was shocked by his arm strength. "Aozawa-senpai, you're amazing! You can even support me when I'm this heavy!"
"Haha, it's nothing. You're very light; I don't feel any pressure at all."
"It must be because your arm strength is so incredible, Aozawa-senpai! You probably let people sit on you every day for your left arm to get so strong!" Hojo Shouko said this in an admiring tone, but her words were rather shocking.
Aozawa had to admit, This girl is definitely a natural sadist, or maybe a 'natural dark' type. Every word she says accurately pins me to the pervert's pillar of shame, yet she doesn't use any harsh language.
Terrifying! Aozawa exclaimed inwardly as he messaged Hojo Tetsuji with one hand, "How did your confession go?"
"I've already messaged Hojo. Just wait a moment; he might not reply right away. Would you like something to drink?"
"Please let me get it. What would you like to drink, Aozawa-senpai?"
Hojo Shouko stood up, her pleated skirt outlining a graceful, womanly curve.
"Cola."
Aozawa replied. He watched her leave the room before finally releasing the Exorcist posture. He then climbed onto his bed and lay down, determined not to be used as a chair again.
I'm not a pervert! Getting excited because a JK is sitting on me? That's absolutely not what's happening!
As Aozawa lay in bed, he received a reply from Hojo Tetsuji.