After class.
"Ah~ it's so great to have a ride."
Buckling his seatbelt, Kitahara Iori leaned back in his seat with a look of pure bliss, letting out a satisfied moan.
Through the rearview mirror, he looked at Kazuma in the front seat and spoke with mocking tone.
"Since we got a ride, I'll let slide the fact that you abandoned your comrade and fled halfway through yesterday."
"Is that so? Then Iori, you might as well get out and walk. I'm sure you can find your way to Grand Blue."
Kazuma glanced at the smug-looking Kitahara Iori out of the corner of his eye and let out a cold, merciless laugh.
Hearing this, Kitahara Iori expression instantly froze on his face.
To his great embarrassment, even though it was already the third day since arriving in Izu, he still had no idea how to get from Izu University to Grand Blue.
So, to avoid the tragic fate of being kicked out of the car, Kitahara Iori immediately clasped his hands together and bowed his head in apology.
"I'm sorry, Kazuma-senpai. Please, I beg you to forgive my earlier arrogance."
"Don't be like that, Iori. I actually quite admired your cocky attitude just now."
"I'M TRULY SORRY, Kazuma-senpai!"
Watching this scene from the rearview mirror, Kotegawa Chisa in the passenger seat couldn't help but let out a sigh.
Iori, you're such an idiot.
Thinking this, she turned her face to Kazuma and asked, "Kazuma, can we get going now?"
"Of course," Kazuma replied with a smile, his attitude completely different from how he treated Kitahara Iori.
The car started smoothly, and Imamura Kouhei, who had been looking out the window, turned back with a tone of surprise.
"By the way, Kazuma, you actually have a car? Did your family buy it for you?"
"No, I bought it myself," Kazuma replied.
"Oh? You bought it yourself? How much did it cost?"
"Just for the car, a little over a million yen."
"Didn't expect you to be quite well-off," Imamura Kouhei couldn't help but exclaim.
Even though they were all just freshmen in college, Kazuma Kiryuu had already bought his first car and even dated such a cute high school girl...
Wait.
Imamura Kouhei suddenly realized—having a car and a girlfriend, wasn't that the definition of a life winner?
Realizing this, after a moment of silence, Imamura Kouhei suddenly bent over, fists slamming on his thighs, tears of envy and resentment sliding down the corners of his eyes.
Damn it! How can there be such a huge gap between people?
If it weren't for the fact that they were in a moving car, he would have immediately made Kazuma, this successful person, experience the righteous beating from a loser!
"..."
Perhaps sensing something, Imamura Kouhei slightly raised his head and noticed out of the corner of his eye that Kitahara Iori was in the same position.
Just then, Kazuma voice came from the front. "What's wrong? Why did everyone suddenly go quiet?"
Hearing this, the two in the back exchanged glances, and their Stands appeared behind them.
[Next time we get dragged out for drinks, let's team up and mess with him!]
[OK, got it.]
After confirming the message in each other's eyes, Kitahara Iori and Imamura Kouhei both put on smiles.
"Well~ it's just that we're all shocked by you, Kazuma."
"That's right, that's right. Speaking of cars, I prefer Mazda. That car's cool. What about you, Kouhei?"
"I like the GTR a bit more. It fits my taste."
"The GTR? I actually like it too," Kazuma Kiryuu chimed in.
At the same time, a giant Stand appeared behind him as well.
These two guys definitely had something up their sleeves. Did they really think this was a comedy manga and that I couldn't see how unnatural their expressions were?
Absolutely ridiculous!
"Oh? Then why didn't you buy a GTR?"
"Naturally, because it's too flashy. After all, I bought the car right after starting my third year of high school."
DAMN IT! IS THIS GUY SHOWING OFF AGAIN??
The two in the backseat felt like they'd been outdone by the annoying guy in the front once more.
No, they had to teach him a lesson. Next time they got the chance, they absolutely had to put this insufferable show-off in his place, or their consciences wouldn't rest!
...
"Riding in a car really is the most comfortable."
"Couldn't agree more."
After getting out of the car, Kitahara Iori and Imamura Kohei, one with hands on hips and the other stretching, both sighed in unison.
Of course, it would've been even better if their heads weren't throbbing and their stomachs weren't churning with discomfort.
"By the way, if you're hungover and catch a breeze, your head will hurt."
As he locked the car door, Kazuma Kiryuu kindly reminded them.
Earlier, on the way to Grand Blue, Kitahara Iori and Imamura Kohei had felt a bit stuffy, so they'd rolled down the windows and let the wind blow in the whole way.
"NANIII?"
The two, wearing nothing but their underwear, froze in shock, exclaiming in unison.
"You jerk, why didn't you say so earlier?"
"I just remembered, and you didn't ask," Kazuma retorted shamelessly.
Iori and Kohei looked at the smug grin on Kazuma face and knew full well that he had deliberately kept it from them to make them suffer from the headache.
This guy is just too malicious!
And indeed, as they suspected, Kazuma had intentionally not reminded them.
Because even though he didn't know what these two troublemakers were scheming, it was definitely a good idea to let them suffer a bit first.
[Punch him?]
[Punch him!]
Iori and Kohei exchanged glances again.
But just as they reached an agreement and turned to look at Kazuma, they found that he had already walked over to Kotegawa Chisa and was sneakily throwing them a provocative look.
Damn it! The plan's been seen through by this jerk!
What a jerk! So sneaky and shameless, using Chisa as a shield! What a coward.
"So, are we still doing it?"
Imamura Kohei, looking at the backs of the two in front, whispered to Kitahara Iori.
"For Chisa sake, We'll let this jerk off for now," Kitahara Iori said through gritted teeth, also staring at Kazuma back.
Imamura Kohei nodded. "Alright, I'll listen to you. We'll let this jerk off for now."
It's just a headache. After all, their heads had already been hurting from the hangover for so long. What's a little more pain?
"I'm back."
"Excuse me..."