GJ Bu Vol 1 Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Biting Danger

Kyouya had noticed for a while now

Every now and then Mao would s.h.i.+ft her eyes to him.

Feeling uncomfortable about those looks, he hid his right arm close to his body.

He let his book rest on the table, holding down the pages with his left hand, bringing the teacup to his mouth; he made sure to do everything with his left hand.

As he tried to act nonchalant about it, Mao suddenly spoke while facing the other way.

“I’m sorry.”

“Ah, don’t worry. It’s fine.”

Kyouya kept his right arm restrained.

“It’s not fine. It’s even making a crust.”

“Eh? Well…”

There was a semicircular wound located where Mao was looking. It was Mao’s bite mark.

Not wanting to make a big deal out of it, Kyouya hadn’t put any bandages on the wound, but now it seemed as if it was drawing even more attention.

He had been bitten the day before. He was usually bitten once every three days, but this was the first time the bite had been strong enough to draw blood and leave a scar.

“It’s your own fault for acting like you deserve to be bitten.”

“Er… okay, I’ll reflect on that.”

What had he done the day before? Kyouya tried to remember.

He had rested his hand on Mao’s head, and then the bite came. He couldn’t remember the context, but that had been the immediate cause.

Why would she get angry over just that!? He couldn’t understand. Still, the idea that he’d been at fault, that he should be reflecting on this alone… that much he understood.

“More importantly, you could have just said it. If you’d told me that it hurt I would have stopped.”

He did! He did! He’d said that! As those outstanding canines tortured him, he’d been tapping the floor in rendition.

“Okay, next time, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I already said sorry!”

Mao said, raising herself from the chair, causing her her fluffy long hair to stretch out in a messy way.

“No, I mean it. I seriously don’t mind, so please stop worrying about it, president.”

“R-really? I guess you’re right. Yeah. Let’s do that, no more worries. I won’t worry, so stop worrying about it already… got it?”

“Understood.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you from the start.” Holding back those words in his chest, Kyouya showed an admirable face as he nodded.

Mao took a few sips from the tea cup she held with both hands. Her face had become a little brighter than a moment before.

“Alright, it’s settled; I won’t bite you anymore today.”

She muttered to herself. Kyouya chose not to question how come it was just for that day.

Now that Mao had finally settled down, Kyouya could breathe a sigh of relief.

He suddenly remembered the day when he’d first come to the GJ club.

Or you could say he was captured into the club.

At the time, there were still cherry blossom petals on the trees.

Searching for a club to join, Kyouya had walked into the former school building to visit the culture club. There, he pa.s.sed in front of a room with no identification but a sign saying “GJ club”. While hesitating on whether or not to enter the room, he ended up being forcibly taken inside.

Apparently, taking people who were wandering carelessly in front of the room, capturing and then inspecting them was a tradition in this club. They would then make them club members without giving them a chance to get away.

“What kind of club is this?”

Kyouya muttered without thinking.

“What’s up with you, grinning like that? You’re giving me the creeps.”

“Well, it’s just…”

“Just what? Just say it, you’re creeping me out.”

“I was thinking about the day when I first came here.”

“Oh, you mean when we put you in a bag and captured you? Just let that be. Honestly, you… ah…”

She was apparently enjoying talking to him, when suddenly, her face changed colors and she shut her mouth.

After a second she spoke again, looking uncomfortable.

“That time… I bit you too, huh?”

“President, we promised that we wouldn’t speak about that.”

“Hey, did you think I was… a violent person? What was your first impression of me?”

“My first impression?”

Kyouya folded his arms and started to ponder. He soon found the answer.

“I thought you were an elementary schooler.”

“Gaah!”

He was bitten. Why!? She had even promised that she wouldn’t bite him anymore that day.

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