How To Melt the Ice Lady

As expected, no conversation or interaction happened between Asahi and Fuyuka after the study session.

When I saw her a few times, she still had that cold atmosphere around her, and heard many rumors that indicated that the “Ice Lady” was still alive and well.

And every time I do, I feel strange as I recall her embarrassment about her stomach and her gentle, soft smile, but still, that didn’t mean something would change.

If there was a slight change, it was that she started to make small bows to me when I met her at the apartment.

In the end, we remained as strangers, a week and a bit passed like clockwork.

“I didn’t know you were this smart, Asahi.”

“…At the very least, more than you.”

“That’s obvious. Don’t compare someone who’s always on the edge of failing to you.”

After four days of hellish tests, the students, who had been energized by a sense of release, once again turned pale when the day came to check their marks.

A few of them were cheerful and excited in contrast to the surroundings, however not all of them had good scores. In fact, many of them had stopped looking at reality, or rather their marks.

And Chiaki, as usual, was not hiding his horrible score, but was instead spreading it out in his hands and smiling cheerfully.

“But really, I think the 20th place is great. That’s the level of being an honor student. Did you do any special studying or anything?”

“…Well, something along those lines.”

“What’s with that vague reply? Why don’t you tell me the secret of those scores?”

“…Get someone to teach you or something.”

Most of the time It was just them flirting around, and the rest of the time was spent talking about romance, which I had no interest in, and it only made me more tired after the test.

However, Asahi did not dislike such a lively time.

They are still two of the few good friends I have, and I feel comfortable with them, no matter what.

I understand that the plan to make me more handsome, even if it was a bit forced, was done out of consideration as a friend to me who had no female friends.

‘Oh yeah, It’s time to buy some more.’

On my way home, I remembered that my refrigerator was getting lonely, so I stopped by a local supermarket to take advantage of the sales before they closed.

In the midst of it all, Asahi’s feet stopped as he spotted a familiar figure in front of him.

‘…What’s that girl doing here?’

She had waist-length glazed hair and a petite, slender silhouette with feminine figure.

There was no mistaking it, it was the Ice Lady herself, walking through the store with a shopping cart in her hand.