The Princess Sitting Next to Me is a Sweet Girlfriend Only in Front of Me
While I was lost in various thoughts, the lecture had already begun.
Even if I wanted to question Fia about her true intentions, private conversations during class were strictly prohibited.
Of course, breaking such rules might make for a page in the story of youth.
But making it a page of youth would be pretty reckless given the enormity of what I wanted to ask!
Because I had entered the lecture while still thinking strange thoughts, I couldn’t focus on what was being said at all.
Technically speaking, the lecture I was attending now was “Magic Basics A,” which was as basic as it gets.
I had chosen to take this lecture simply for review and to earn credits, so I already knew the content.
At this moment, I couldn’t organize the incoming information well.
I could hear it, yes, I could hear it.
I could understand it, and if the teacher called on me, I could probably answer questions about the content being explained.
But nearly all of my attention was directed towards Fia sitting next to me.
As for Fia, she seemed focused, diligently taking notes and concentrating on the class.
And yet, whenever I glanced at her, she would give a quick glance back.
If I were dividing my attention between Fia and the lecture at a ratio of 9:1 right now,
Fia was likely doing the opposite, focusing 1:9 on me and the lecture.
That’s the kind of atmosphere I sensed.
Ugh, why do I have to be so flustered?
Fia is acting completely normal,
even after her major secret was revealed to me yesterday.
She’s going about her usual daily routine.
And yet, what am I doing?
The burden of having her secret exposed should weigh much more heavily on Fia, right?
If that’s the case, shouldn’t I be the one staying calm and composed?
But up until now, Fia has talked to me about all sorts of things.
Each time, she seemed either more cheerful than usual or more aware of me than usual.
It’s just…
I’m misunderstanding again.
Even though I’ve been trying not to misunderstand this whole time.
I already know full well that Fia is like an overly straightforward puppy.
Understanding only seems to accelerate the misunderstandings.
Thinking about it…
“—Hey, Hey, Heim-kun.”
!?
Fia whispered softly to me.
Her voice was quiet enough not to be overheard by those around us.
This was one of those moments—like something out of a page in the storybook of youth.
A rebellious phase where kids feel compelled to break the rules.
Is this really okay, Princess?
No, that’s not it.
I tried to respond calmly.
If it was a question related to the lecture, I couldn’t ignore it.
After all, I’m technically a scholarship student.
But—
“W-what is it?”
“It’s fun, attending class like this.”
—That, this…
No, this isn’t good.
It’s impossible.
Faced with Fia’s mischievous smile, my jumble of emotions left me unable to do anything but nod silently.
