Godou had to admit, there was one real problem he had with Yū Narukami … though it wasn't exactly the older teens fault.
He just didn't like the fact that his little sister seemed to have grown fond of him too quickly.
He blinked a few times at that thought.
Why didn't he dislike Narukami-senpai?
So he thought about it, about how the boy seemed so understanding, kind and charismatic that he found it hard to not like the older teen.
Was that why Shizuka had developed a crush on the white haired third year? Was it simply that Narukami-san was a little too perfect?
It was strange for the dark haired second year, the thought that his senpai was too perfect and yet his instincts told him that the older boy was genuine.
Even Erica, who was nearly perfect, had her flaws (ones that tended to get him into far more trouble than he ever wanted to if he was honest) and she was considered an exceptional talent in the magical society.
So why did he give off a vibe of perfection whenever he spoke?
Shaking his head he cleared it of those thoughts, he had other things to think about instead of Narukami-senpai and the first point of call was to make sure that Erica was on time for school.
So as was his usual morning ritual, he reached the front door where he was immediately accosted by his sister… who was once again accusing him of being a promiscuous womanizer before he finally managed to get out of their home.
He idly wondered why Shizuka seemed so obsessed with making him out to be an insatiable monster when he was the one who was having to put up with two women who were only hanging around him because of his status as a Campione.
Honestly, there were times he wished he had never gone to Sardinia that week.
Of course he never truly thought that way, as soon as he imagined his life without Erica or Yuri he began to feel hollow because regardless of how little time he had known the two Bishōjo, they had managed to become an integral part of his life.
If only they would give him some space to himself for a change then his life would be perfect.
Well, except for the whole part of having to slay any Heretic Gods that decided to attack Japan… and the occasional Campione that wouldn't listen to reason.
Or his little sisters' obvious distaste for him spending time with any attractive females.
Or his grandfather's teasing.
Or the idiot trio's constant attempts at making him suffer…
Okay, so his life was certainly not even remotely close to being perfect but he knew it could be even worse that it currently was.
Eventually he was forced to shake his head clear of those thoughts as he finally reached Erica's residence and pressed the intercom for the tenth floor.
"Yes, may I know who it is?" the near immediate answer was one that had practically become a morning ritual for him and the person on the other end, so he answered how he always answered.
"Good morning Anna-san, it's me, Kusanagi," if he was right then the next line would be…
"Ah, Godou-sama, thanks for your efforts every day, please enter," yep, it was exactly as it always was, even down to the cheery way that Anna made her response.
And with that, he entered the building and took the elevator up to the tenth floor where he would no doubt be required to get Erica out of bed… and it would probably take him all morning to do so.
Finally he reached the correct floor and found the door to his knights apartment.
Almost immediately the door opened to reveal a luxury two bedroom apartment with an open plan living room and kitchen… honestly it was far too posh for Godou's tastes but then again, he was a man of simple tastes and Erica… most certainly wasn't.
"Please come in," the dark haired girl that worked as the blonde's maid said almost immediately as Godou quickly made his way into the unit and prepared himself for the daily occurrence of waking Erica in time for school.
"I take it Erica is still in bed," he asked rhetorically, earning a nod of confirmation from the worst driver he had ever met, "I guess I'll have to go and get her up then."
It goes without saying that Godou found waking Erica in the morning to be one of his most difficult tasks in life, honestly he would rather be fighting a heretic god since at least then he knew where he stood… when waking Erica he was always having to be extra vigilant in case she decided to try and drag him into bed with her.
Which wouldn't really be so bad if they didn't need to go to school… or if she would let him be by himself every now and then.
Walking into the bedroom as per usual, he was yet again frozen by her beauty and the peaceful expression on her face, he knew it was stupid, he'd seen her like this countless times before but she still drew the same reaction from him (and he wouldn't be surprised if she knew it and was doing this on purpose).
Getting over his nerves, he walked up to her bed and proceeded to try and wake the girl from her slumber. It was something he never understood, why a knight of all people slept like a log, he had always been under the impression that warriors slept lightly but the European blonde did anything but sleep lightly.
And so, he started the morning ritual of waking the girl, a process that would probably take several minutes that would be better spent doing… well anything really.
Yū let out a sigh upon seeing the empty living room first thing in the morning… it was just as it always was, no goodbyes, no good lucks… just silence.
He had grown used to it during his childhood but over the last year, he had grown to associate silence with life threatening injury.
After all, the only times Nanako hadn't been there to greet him in the morning had been when she was in the hospital.
He let out another sigh upon thinking back to then.
He had been so tempted to go through with Yosuke's plan, to throw Namatame into the TV world and let him die there… but he had pushed down that urge and done what he knew was right.
He never regretted that decision.
Shaking his head clear of those thoughts, he once again sighed as he remembered the previous night and how he had eventually given in to his desire to cook more bentos and risked his parents' attention.
He honestly preferred silence to their attempts to connect to him.
It wasn't that he couldn't connect if he tried… it was just that he didn't really see them as parental figures and that was exactly how they tried to connect with him. He had practically raised himself and because of that, he found the thought of people acting like parents to him off putting.
He supposed it was one of those things that further cemented the fact that he wasn't quite right in the head… the multiple persona's confirmed that on their own given how he was the only one that could change them at will while his friends' persona only evolved upon having an epiphany about themselves.
Of course, the little titbits of information about his psyche weren't exactly easily gleamed, even his friends didn't seem to notice just how peculiar his situation was and if they did, they probably didn't care, just like how he didn't care what their shadows said because in the end, they were all friends and all accepted each other's flaws and secrets as just another bit of what made them… well, them.
Well, all except Yosuke, he was still uncomfortable around Kanji but then again, it could just be the former city boy being a clown like he usually was.
Once again shaking his head clear of the thoughts filling his mind, he proceeded to prepare himself for the day ahead, including the bento's he had prepared for the rest of the group… Hopefully whatever issue Erica-san had with him could be resolved, he really didn't want to have a negative relationship with the other Campione's girlfriend.
Sure he had no intention of getting involved with her more than as a friend, he wasn't a player after all.
Even if he did date two girls during the past year… at the same time.
That thought made him sigh in self depreciation, even now when he was no longer going to be seeing either of them for any real length of time, he was still feeling guilty about it.
Probably because he really did care about both of them and didn't want to hurt either if they ever found out.
Seriously, why did he have to confess to both of them?
He once again shook his head clear and looked at the clock, noting that it was about time he left for school and so without allowing himself any time to let his thoughts wander again, he proceeded to leave the apartment and make his way to school.