Who Said A Hikikomori Can't be Classy? [Cellphone Novel]

ღGift (Part 2)ღ

"So, why did you let him in?"

I demanded to a bowing Gilbert.

"I apologize, Milady.
This classmate of yours insisted
on personally handing you the notes."

"Thanks for that, old man."

Yamasato Kaito patted Gilbert
on the shoulder.

"Pardon the intrusion, Princess."

"Stop calling me that."

"Ichinomiya?"

"Don't call me that either, you dunce."

"Then what am I supposed
to call you?!"

"Nothing.
Don't call me.
Don't talk to me.
Don't visit me."

"You're a real pain, prin--mmph!!"

I threw a pillow at Kaito's face,
hoping to silence him for even a millisecond.

"Brickhead."

"Haha, that's a new one..."

He put the pillow back in place
and looked at me,
evidently exasperated.

"I'm almost at my limits."

"That should be my line."

I just couldn't fathom why he wouldn't give up.

We were like opposing magnets.

Even if we interacted every day,

it wouldn't work out.

Because some things just weren't meant to be.

"Please just leave."

"I don't want to."

"Wha-"

"Just hear me out."

Kaito raised his arm from behind his back,
revealing a plastic grocery bag
he'd been hiding.

"I'll leave after I make you some food,
okay?"

"..."

All I could do was look to Gilbert for a response.

Gilbert nodded.

"Very well.
Let me show you to the kitchen."