Chapter 38.
<b>Chapter 38. A Date? (2/13)</b>
<span style="font-weight:400">As if she’d forgotten what her wallpaper was set to, she quickly covered up the screen with her hand in a fluster. She peeked at me with upturned eyes and asked, “You saw it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You were careless enough to put it on full disy for me to see. Of course I saw it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What a blunder.” She covered her mouth with her hand to hide her embarrassment and averted her eyes to the side.
<span style="font-weight:400">“... I got so used to it being my wallpaper that it slipped my mind. I really liked the picture I took of you on the roof a lot. Don’t worry though, I don’t give my phone out to anyone or ever let anyone see it. You’re not mad… are you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, I’m quite mad. Delete it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh… okay. I’m sorry.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m kidding. You know, I’m your enemy. Why would you go and delete it when you’re the one who has the upper hand and know my secret.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah. You’re right! Why would I?” Struck by sudden realization her eyes opened wide.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe having an enemy isn’t as bad as I thought.” She suddenly mused to herself while scratching her cheek.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You aren’t supposed to be thinking that being around your enemy is something pleasant you know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, you’re right. I want to be friends. I can’t be tempted and led astray by the words of my self-proimed mortal enemy.” She said it so innocently, but it sounded condescending in my head because I put a filter on in my mind to transform her into a demon lord. Though she’d still be the kindest demon lord I’ve never met.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re secretly mocking me, right? Thinking things along the lines of ‘this foolish mortal thinks he can be my enemy,’ or ‘Does this fool not know how high the sky is?’ or maybe even ‘You’re not even a worthy adversary.’” I joked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, not at all! I’d never think that!” She raised her hands and waved them from side to side frantically refuting my ims.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, in truth... I was thinking thest one.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m kidding! I’m just kidding! Please don’t look at me like you''re about to throw a white glove in my face and challenge me to a duel to the death!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I know you’re kidding. You’re too nice to even think those sorts of things.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t tease me like that then.” She looked at me reproachfully while gently pushing my shoulder back a bit with one hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So, do you mind exining what is really going on here on this cold winter day? What exactly are we waiting for inside this cafe?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well… the thing is… it’s a double date.” She had a troubled expression on her face as her shoulders sunk down.
<span style="font-weight:400">“A… double date? I’m leaving. There’s no chance in hell, I’d rather be caught dead than be seen by students from our school on a date with you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She grabbed onto my arm to hold me down and prevent me from leaving while begging. “Please! I’m begging you. No, wait. That’s right, we’re enemies… I’ll reveal your secret to everyone if you leave now.” The realization that we were enemies and she could ckmail me donned on her in the middle of begging me to stay.
<span style="font-weight:400">“If I’m seen with someone as popr as you on a date by students from the school, my peaceful quiet life will go straight down the drain. I’d rather drop out of school than face the bacsh that I’d face from it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“They’re not students from our school! It’s one of my close girlfriends from middle school and her new boyfriend who she’s overly conscious around.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Students not from our school… if that’s the case… I guess it should be fine. They wouldn’t know me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Plus you also came in disguise. So there shouldn’t be any way for this to go wrong.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I’d styled my hair differently from how I had it at both work and school, but I still used the same colored contacts. I’d thought it over carefully. In the miraculous event we somehow bumped into Yuna while I was on this date with her, it would be strange if my eye color was different. If it was just my hairstyle that was different, that would just be seen as me trying to make myself look presentable for the date. With my hairstyle different, if I ran into customers or students from the school, it was unlikely that either would recognize me. Neither would recognize me as the worker at that convenience store, or a student at high school.
<span style="font-weight:400">I let out a sigh and obediently remained seated.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So, the reason for this date was because you couldn’t turn that friend of yours down when she asked you because you’re too kind and a total pushover?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… yeah, pretty much.” She wore a troubled face.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And the reason you didn’t ask any of the guys you are friends with is because you didn’t want to lead any of them on and give them the wrong idea, is that correct to assume as well?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes.” She slouched into her chair a bit when I hit the nail on the head, seeing through her so easily.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And the reason you could ask me, is because I consider you an enemy and won’t get the wrong idea?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes.” She slouched even further into her chair like she wanted to disappear.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good. That is the proper way to think of your enemy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh. But I want to be your friend.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I waved my finger left and right as I said, “We are enemies. There’s no need to show mercy to your enemy. In fact, Ipletely approve of your actions to make use of your enemy in such an underhanded way.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re not mad?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not at all. If you treated me as a friend, I’d be quite mad. That would be like you looking down on me. The fact of the matter is, if I want to escape my current situation, I need the chance to uncover the deepest darkest secret you’re hiding near and dear to your heart. I need to find your greatest weakness if I’m to turn the tables on you as your mortal enemy. To do so, I need an opening or opportunity. This date is quite the chance to achieve my own objectives. There’s a saying that people often say, do you know what that saying is?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She shot me a perplexed nce unsure what saying I was referring to.
<span style="font-weight:400">I grinned with my eyes narrowed as I moved closer to her ear and whispered, “Youngdy, it would do well for you to remember this. You should keep your friends close and your enemies even closer.”
<span style="font-weight:400">When I backed away from her, she had a somewhat dazed expression on her face as she repeated my words, “Your enemies even closer?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… if you keep your enemies even closer… wouldn’t they be closer to your lover or something.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, the line between love and hate is quite a thin one after all. Some might even confuse hate for love and vice versa.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I suddenly don’t know how I feel about you calling me your enemy now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, don’t worry, I don’t think of you as one would a lover. I’d be more of a snake trying to get close to you to grab a hold of your weakness so I could crush you whileughing to myself maniacally.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Should you really be telling the person you consider your mortal enemy all this?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, I probably shouldn’t. But because you’re too kind and naive, I figured I’d give you a handicap by telling you the truth to your face.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You intend to crush me by getting closer to me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Precisely, that is the game n.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She had aplicated look on her face after she heard me out.
<span style="font-weight:400">A sly look crept onto my face as I opened my mouth again, “Now then, since you’re such a kind girl, and you know my secret, why not obediently tell me your weakness? You’re trying to be my friend, right? Wouldn’t you tell your friend about your weaknesses?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mm, true. My weakness is my little brother.” Without the slightest hesitation, she easily informed me of her weakness with her unwavering pure steel blue eyes staring directly into my own.
<span style="font-weight:400">I’d only asked that to taunt her, I hadn’t expected her to juste out and tell me so easily just like that. I’d once again underestimated how nice she was.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… did you not hear anything I said before? Is there anything inside that hollow skull of yours? Why would you seriously go and tell me something like that when you know I intend to crush you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll keep my enemy closer to me this way. If we both have something to hold against each other’s throat, then we’re on equal ground. I said I want you to be my friend. But I won’t be able to if only I have something on you.”