In Gentle Tones of Warmest White | Oumami

Chapter 14

"Hey, Assmami!"

Rantaro looked up from his lunch to see Miu, standing before him with her arms crossed and a pout on her face.

"Hey, Iruma-san," He greeted, taking a bite out of his food.

"Why are you sitting out here alone, huh?" She asked. "Staring at hot girls with those skeevy eyes of yours?" She laughed. "Wow! I didn't know you had it in you."

Rantaro sighed. The weather on this fine Monday had been rather nice considering how close winter was, so he opted to sit outside and take a moment to appreciate the world around him; maybe reflect a little on the past few days. So much for that, though- the moment Miu stepped foot outside was the moment his peaceful lunch was doomed.

He didn't really mind it, though. (But that didn't mean he was happy about it.) "I'm out here because the weather is nice, and it probably won't be like this for a while. You can join me if you'd like, Iruma-san," He gestured to the space on the bench next to him.

Miu seemed genuinely taken aback for a moment, hesitating before speaking again. "I'm not here to join you, peasant!" She tilted her head up slightly to hide her cheeks (which were now slightly tinted pink).

"Then what are you here for?" Rantaro inquired, taking another bite from his food.

An awkward silence arose between the two- no one saying anything for a solid minute; Rantaro was waiting patiently for Miu to speak her mind while she hesitated- until Kiibo (who had been watching from a bit further back) finally approached the two, catching Rantaro off guard for a moment. "Come on, Iruma-san." He placed a hand on the small of her back, the cool feeling of his robotic arm making her visibly shiver. "We've been over this plenty of times. You can do it."

Rantaro watched the scene in front of him unfold with a raised brow, quietly munching down on his food. It was a nice source of entertainment- Miu was probably the most chaotic of his classmates- aside from Kokichi, of course.

"F-fine!" Miu whimpered. Suddenly, she pulled out a small gift box from seemingly out of nowhere. (He wanted to know how she had done it, but this was Miu he was dealing with- perhaps it was better not to ask.) "I-I'm sorry for b-being a bitch and not helping when that u-ugly ass abortion fell and hit his head." She mumbled, holding out the gift box to him.

Rantaro blinked, staring at the small box. "Well, thank you for the apology, but shouldn't you be doing this for Ouma-kun and not me?" He asked. It felt strange to call him by his last name again.

"We assumed you could give it to Ouma-kun for us." Kiibo chimed in, a kind smile on his face.

The adventurer tilted his head to the side in confusion. "Why me?" He asked. He hadn't told anyone that Kokichi stayed at his place- surely there's no way they'd be able to figure that out.

"Well, you were the last one with him." Kiibo answered. "I assume you were the one who brought him home, so we were hoping you could drop this off at his place, or maybe tell us where he lives."

Ah. That made sense. Rantaro shook his head. "Sorry, guys, but I don't think I can help you." He brought a hand to the back of his head, scratching his scalp in a sheepish manner. "As we were walking, I asked him where he lived, and then he stopped me and insisted he could walk home himself. I objected, but he found a way to sneak off. I don't actually know where he lives." He felt bad for lying, but at least he was being truthful when he told them he didn't know where Kokichi lived.

"Ah," Kiibo deflated, the smile on his face disappearing. "I see. Thank you anyways, Amami-kun. Let's leave him alone now, Iruma-san." Rantaro was about to go back to eating his lunch, wrongfully assuming that the conversation was done, only to get interrupted.