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| Ichika's POV |

"It's fine, we have many rooms here and the others would be glad to have you here..." Masaomi suggested, sporting his usual tender smile.

It is quite a nice offer but..."I have to decline this time."

Masaomi sat down beside Yusuke looking so dejected.

"Aww...poor cinnamon roll.."

"Ichika-nee-san, you're so pretty today too!" says Wataru, hugging me so tightly.

"Thank you, this is Ema's clothes. I borrowed it for the day." I giggled, patting Wataru's head.

I wore a orange oversized sweater and a pleated skirt. Well that's the only thing I can wear from Ema's closet since it's full of cutesy dresses and miniskirt.

 Well that's the only thing I can wear from Ema's closet since it's full of cutesy dresses and miniskirt

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"It's almost lunch time." Iori said while looking at his watch.

"I have a idea. Why don't we eat lunch outside?" says Masaomi.

"That's a good idea!" I said, clapping me hands together.

"I'm gonna invite the others then..." Iori agreed.

"I-I'm gonna help him!" Yusuke stuttered, hiding his flush face.

"And I'm gonna grab my purse, cellphone and facemask." I said as I race up the stairs with Momo.

"He-he, having younger brothers is nice."

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"Is everyone here?"

"Yes~!" they answered simultaneously.

"Let's go~" Wataru beamed, grabbing my right hand.

Masaomi, Hikaru, Subaru, Iori, Yusuke Wataru, Ema and me decided to eat at a near family restaurant. The others were at work so only us will eat out today.

"Welcome!" says the waitress, blushing.

"Hmm..."

"What is it, Chika?" Momo asked, tilting her head.

"I can't shake this feeling off that someone's staring at us..."

"That's not a feeling because everyone is really staring at us." Momo said.

"Hey, hey, don't you think that guy is pretty cute, dont you think so too?" says a girl staring at us.

"Hot stuff~" a group of girls whispered.

"That girl is my type~" a man said while staring at me.

All of their eyes were staring at us like a predator waiting to pounce on it's prey.

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