Band Girls’ Mixology Mission [174]

On this Sunday night before yet another dreadful Monday, Kyo was rushing through her homework, untouched over the entire weekend. She had never been the type to prioritize getting important things done before wholeheartedly enjoying herself—no, Kyo always did whatever she wanted first and then turned to those tasks she absolutely had to do.

For her, school assignments were probably less important than checking tomorrow’s weather forecast.

And unsurprisingly, a bright, cheerful “Sunny” clearly displayed on her weather app—accompanied by an annoyingly cute smiling sun—brought Kyo the most devastating of bad news.

Oh no, that was merely the second-worst news. If it were simply a sunny day, Kyo wouldn’t mind grabbing a cold drink, finding a shady, breezy corner, and leisurely watching sunlight scatter warmly on the ground.

But once you added another little line under that “Sunny”: tomorrow’s temperature—

It’s over! Everything’s over!

She could already envision the invisible heat solidifying into a huge furnace, trapping all tiny mortals like ants within, instantly melting them down!

Kyo certainly didn’t fancy becoming some immortal elixir—or more realistically, a charred, smelly lump of medicine residue. Of course, the likelier scenario was that she’d evaporate on the spot, turning into a wisp of smoke and vanishing into the sky.

She hurriedly finished off the bothersome homework, which wasn’t exactly difficult for her. Whenever assignments required even a bit more time—usually formula-filled tedium or complicated diagrams—Kyo would summon just enough effort to scrape by, deliberately producing sloppy yet barely-acceptable answers right at the borderline of the teacher’s tolerance.

Meanwhile, Kikukawa Yu watched her little sister rummage through various corners of the house, where Kyo scattered her belongings without a second thought. The only consistently tidy area was her beloved bar counter. Elsewhere—well, a quick glance at the scattered bottles and aluminum cans would clearly illustrate Kyo’s approach. Kyo herself proudly labeled this chaotic arrangement as her thoughtful design, ensuring a refreshing drink was always within reach, wherever she was at home.

Fine, it was still better than the old days—when Kyo seemed like a cold, obsessive neat freak on the outside but could comfortably sleep amidst a messy heap of blankets every night.

Despite Kyo’s casual approach to putting things away, she never had trouble finding what she needed, always knowing exactly where she'd scattered each beverage or item.

And once again, it didn't take Kyo long to discover the miraculous little gadget she’d been looking for, meant to help her survive the scorching heat awaiting her tomorrow.

“Good morning, Sakiko-san.”

“Good day.”

As always—even on this Monday morning, when students groaned and dragged themselves reluctantly to school—Sakiko had arrived at the classroom early, ready to greet another day of studying.

The few similarly disciplined students who came in early enthusiastically greeted this girl who always seemed somewhat distant from the rest of the class, giving off a refined ojou-sama vibe.

And why did they think Sakiko was an ojou-sama? Just listen to how she greeted them: “Good day”? For everyone else, that was an incredibly rare phrase.

Usually, it only appeared in shoujo manga or novels, spoken by graceful young ladies from noble families. Yet Sakiko could effortlessly use it without making it feel awkward—as if she genuinely belonged in that elegant world rather than seeming like someone whose brain had been invaded by manga tropes.

Not just in greetings, either—everything Sakiko did, every small daily detail hinted at her distinctiveness.

However, these noble-seeming traits had formed an unfortunate wall of separation between Sakiko and her classmates. Everyone was curious, yet all they dared do was greet her politely from a respectful distance.

Actually, they might not have even dared say hello, if not for the presence of a perfect social lubricant, someone who had clearly revealed Sakiko’s unexpectedly “soft” side to the class.

Oh, speak of the devil—the human-shaped lubricant, the flowing stream binding people together, the spiritual refreshment beneath a blazing sun had arrived.

“Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening,” Kyo greeted, appearing suddenly at the classroom door with her characteristic watery smile.

Well, this girl’s way of greeting people was even stranger. It always felt like she’d lifted some iconic line from a movie, completely inexplicably applying it to a daily situation.

Maybe she just liked doing it. Anyway, this quirk had become a small signature of hers, something her classmates greatly enjoyed.

Everyone was already used to it, replying with scattered greetings of their own.

After that wave of greetings passed and Kyo reached her own seat, a single delayed greeting followed.

“Good day, Kyo,” Sakiko lifted her head, unconsciously revealing a delighted smile she herself didn’t realize she wore. “You’re here early today. I thought you'd just barely make it again, since it’s a Monday morning.”

“Because I’ve made careful preparations today, there’ll be no repeat of the last embarrassing scene! I came early precisely to test the effectiveness beforehand.”

Kyo hung her bag neatly on the small hook beside her desk, her voice brimming with self-satisfaction, like water droplets playfully leaping out after a stone splashes into a pond. She settled confidently into her chair.

“Oh, congratulations,” Sakiko said, instantly pouring a bucket of cold water over Kyo’s enthusiasm, “but unfortunately, the classroom’s air conditioning has already been repaired. I’m afraid your preparation was unnecessary.”

Kyo confidently waved a finger back and forth, expressing total denial of Sakiko’s shallow reasoning: “The preparations I’ve made are not simply a desperate struggle against the heat. It can be my lifesaver amidst fiery perils, or even further enhance my already abundant mental state with an additional watery line.”

“Fiery…perils…?” Sakiko asked, confused by Kyo’s inexplicably invented phrase, which challenged all her literary comprehension skills. “Did you mean something like ‘between fire and water’?”

“Water wouldn’t harm me, would it? So it’s ‘between fiery perils’!”

Utterly unjustified yet boldly confident, Kyo shamelessly defended her nonsensical wording. She clearly had no awareness of spouting gibberish and stood as firm as a devout materialist preaching facts.

“All right,” Sakiko wisely gave up on further debate, fully aware of Kyo’s unique worldview regarding such things. “Then, what exactly did you prepare?”

“Heh-heh.” Kyo, originally sitting sideways, shifted slightly toward Sakiko to give her a clearer look at herself.

“Take a close look, Sakiko. Can you tell what’s different about me today?”

Wasn't that the classic “deadly question” girls always posed to their girlfriends?

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