Nashi-san Is Too Oblivious!

Practice Getting Kidnapped! Wait...

{NASHI'S POV}
Emmy and Storm are talking secretively. I instinctively jump around the corner before either notices me. I can't help but peek and eavesdrop.

"So you want to know how to whoo a girl?"

Storm is scratching his head and blushing. "Yes please! I-I-I—Storm has a crush!"

Emmy blinks. Then she grins and hugs Storm. "Doofus. I know! You don't need to tell me who."

Storm's blush darkens. He backs away, trying to hide himself from Emmy's all-knowing gaze.

"You know," she leans forward, poking him on the chest playfully, "your crush is super dense and straightforward, it'll be better for your heart to just tell her outright!"

"Storm can't do that!" He splutters in protest, hands covering his face.

Emmy turns and waves goodbye over her shoulder. "Come back to me when you figure it out. I'll shout yes and congratulate you."

Come back to her? Why? So he can confess to Emmy  (who is straightforward) can she'll shout yes aka accept? Storm likes Emmy?

I grit my teeth, then let out a harsh breath. Why am I so irritated? Love is a wonderful thing!

If Storm's happy then I'll make sure to support his happiness! It seems Storm isn't bold enough to confess to Emmy outright just yet.

"Storm!" I run out of hiding. He tenses and spins to face me. "I heard everything just now!"

Storm squeaks, "You did?!"

I swallow the confusing bitterness in my throat. I'll content myself with being his best friend!

"I understand!" I tell him, clasping his hands in mine. "You didn't want to admit who your crush is to Emmy because your crush—"

"Nashi, wait!" Storm flails, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment.

"—is Emmy!"

Storm pauses. "Huh?"

My eyes sparkle, certain of my correct deduction. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"Uh..."

I elbow him playfully. "No need to be shy. Hey, Storm, I'll be your practice partner! I'll practice all the things that lovers do with you so you can be confident enough to whoo Emmy!"

Storm flushes even darker red. "But I like you!"

"That's the spirit! You should confess to Emmy just like that!"

"No, I—"

"Not to worry, Storm.We'll work on it until you can confess properly!"

"You... Storm... ugh! Nashi-san is too oblivious!"

I open my eyes, surprised that I dreamed of that day. It's been a month since I started trying to help Storm with his one-sided love. He and Emmy were speaking all cryptic-like but I'm certain I was correct.

My deduction was correct, right?

I'm beginning to feel less sure of it now. Storm's practice confessions are rattling me. It's almost as if he's confessing to me for real. But that's impossible because he likes Emmy.

I pat Shaggy's sleeping head, where he's curled on my boobs like a pillow. Shaggy mewls in his sleep.

"Hello, Nashi Dragneel-chan." A deep, unfamiliar voice says. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't smell his approach. Damn it.

A man wearing a black trenchcoat over a three piece suit and a top hat on his head stands on my windowsill. A circle of glass has been cut out and the lock picked. How didn't I hear that?

He moves with stealth and grace, hopping into my room and tipping his hat to me. "I am Kiyoshi Digger of the Gentleman's Alliance."

I gasp and leap out of bed, sending Shaggy sprawling with a groggy, "Mreow?!"

"That's a dark guild!" My fist catches fire.

"You are well informed." He bows slightly. "Indeed, I am a part of the dark guild your family is currently demolishing. As such, please be a reasonable young lady and come with me as collateral."

"Reasonable? I refuse!" I leap at Kiyoshi Digger, intending to punch his lights out.

Unfortunately, he's better than me at hand-to-hand combat. I get slammed into the ground, the air forcibly exiting my lungs. My vision goes fuzzy.

Kiyoshi picks me up and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Shaggy tries to fly for me, but his one wing isn't strong enough.

"Na-chi!" He cries desperately.

"Get help! Get—mmmrgh!" Kiyoshi covers my mouth with a strange smelling cloth. He kicks Shaggy across the room like a soccer ball (someone's asking for Carla's wrath) and leaps out the window with me.

I struggle against the chloroform-laced handkerchief but my vision starts to fade. Is Shaggy alright? He doesn't usually leave the house, so will he be able to find help in time?

"Storm..." I mutter as the world spins out of focus and I finally fall unconscious.