As it turned out, Arata was right for once. The group was able to finish off their homework after their meal.
"That should be all the notes written down." Arata said as he handed Yuki all the papers. "Since you'll be the one with the book, it's probably best if you got all our work." While she was apprehensive about the responsibility. Yuki accepted the task and put everything in a safe place on her desk along with her bag.
"If that's everything, then you probably want us out of your hair." Yogi directed that towards Yuki as she walked back down the stairs. He also gave a nudge to Arata, tilting his head to signal something.
Arata could only give him an odd stare since nothing about those actions gave him anything to work with. What did that boy want from him? "You want to pull out some of that magic you got?" Those words didn't give much else for him to know what was supposed to happen here. The only thing he could figure was that boy wanted to talk with him alone.
That couldn't happen if they all left with Matsu in tow. Especially since that girl would most likely want Arata to walk with her the entire way back. So he had to come up with something to get them separated. That's when it hit him.
"Say Yuki." He leaned into the girl. "Maybe now might be a good time to... Open up a little?" If there was one thing he could take advantage of, it would be the fact that he was aiding Yogi's cousin with her friendship issue. "You know what I mean?"
"R-right." She knew instantly what he was referencing, and it made the girl's heart sink like a rock. "Um, Ma-Matsu, would you like to stay here for a little longer? I just wanted to run some things... Um, I just wanted to look over our homework again."
"You do?" Matsu considered the offer, for she knew what that would entail. However, there was no way she could reject ensuring their project was proper for school. "Okay, I'll stay."
"Great." Yogi took Arata by the arm. "Then we'll be off. See you tomorrow." He hastily took them out of the door. There was barely enough time for Arata to put on his shoes before they hit the pavement of the street.
"That's odd." Matsu was intrigued about the display. The way Yogi was acting was different than she had grown accustomed to. "Anyway, let's go check out our homework." Of course, she wasn't one to delve any further on that subject. Not when they had other more important plans.
"It looks like there's no errors here." It didn't take long for them to double check on the project. Everything had already been looked at thoroughly before the boys had left the house. "And it looks like we've got all the requirements taken care of as well."
"Great, then we should get a perfect score on it when we present it tomorrow." Matsu was ever the optimist between them.
"R-right." Yuki was on the opposite end of that spectrum. "I guess you can go now, sorry for making you stay late."
"It's no problem." They chatted as the pair walked back down the stairs. She figured that she could attempt to catch up to Arata now that things were handled here, but there was one other idea coming to mind. "Do you mind if I ask you something?"
"I guess?" Yuki responded. "I suppose you don't really need my permission to ask, do you?"
"It's a little personal, so I hope I don't sound like I'm forcing it on you."
"If it's too much, then I'll just not answer it." Yuki remembered one thing that Arata told her. That would be to have the confidence to not answer.
"Okay." Matsu got a little excited, her glow was hard to ignore. "Do you know what type of girl Arata likes?"
"H-his type?" She was taken aback my the question. That was very upfront coming from that girl. Though she couldn't say that it was surprising, since she had known the truth of this girl's feelings for months now.

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(Un) Fortunately the Yandere is Not After Me
RomanceArata Kashimura was hoping to have a normal, if lonely, high school life. He avoided others because he didn't want his secret to get out. That he was a massive otaku, something like that becoming known would be high school suicide. Knowing that, he...