'I need
the prince of Himekaizen.' What kind of request is
that? Ryu shook his head in amusement. You really don't know
what makes girls tick Urufu. Right now you're the king
of Himekaizen, and the senior girls probably think
you're more interesting than I am anyway.
He wasn't sure
how he knew, but he did. Urufu's personality and how he handled the
festival was certain to attract more than a few third years. They
were preparing to leave high school life behind them and to a degree
they acted in a more adult way than they would as first and second
years in university. At least if what his father said was true.
That only
means I have to become a more grown up prince. A strange thought,
and one he wouldn't have made just half a year earlier. Am I
growing up as well?
The way Urufu and
Kuri impacted his life scared him, but he acknowledged that they did.
Easy for them. They have their wingmen after all. Then he
accepted why that thought lacked dignity. They earned their
wingmen. Sometimes I wish I could be more like Yukio, or Kyoko for
that matter.
Ryu turned left
after the vending machines and walked almost to the end of the
corridor. From here on it was mostly a matter of knocking on doors.
Urufu wanted a dozen third year girls to do two shopping rounds each.
He would get them, or Ryu wasn't worthy of being called prince of
Himekaizen.
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