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down as much as usual when I noticed she was even careful enough to put on high heels.
    Haruhi grabbed the bag containing the flyers.
    “Let’s go, Mikuru!”
    Asahina, with her arms crossed over her chest, looked toward me for salvation. I could only stare at her in her bunny outfit.
    Sorry. To be honest, I can’t get enough of that outfit.
    Asahina fussed like a child as she clung to the table, but being no match for Haruhi’s ridiculous strength, she and her soft cries were swiftly dragged off, and the two bunny girls disappeared from the room. I sank into my chair with an overwhelming feeling of guilt.
    “There.”
    Yuki Nagato pointed at the floor. Upon looking, I found two sailor uniforms lying in a scattered heap and… was that a bra?
    The short-haired, bespectacled girl remained silent as her finger shifted to the garment rack before she wordlessly went back to reading as though her job was finished.
    You do it, her gesture said.
    Sighing, I picked up the girls’ uniforms and hung them on the garment rack. Gah. I could still feel the warmth from their body heat.
    Thirty minutes later, a worn-out Asahina returned. Whoa. Her eyes were red like a real bunny’s. This isn’t the time to be saying that. I quickly stood and gave her my chair. And just like before, Asahina collapsed onto the table, her finely-shaped shoulder blades trembling. Apparently, she didn’t even have the energy to get changed. Her back was half exposed, making it difficult for my eyes. I removed my blazer and covered her quivering, pale back. The uncontrollably sobbing girl, the unresponsive bookworm, and the bewildered, castrated bastard (me) spent the following period of time silently in the club room with a record-setting strained atmosphere. In the distance, I could clearly hear the lousy horns of the brass band and indiscernible yelling of the baseball team.
    It was around when I started thinking about such insignificant things as what dinner would be tonight that Haruhi made her heroic return. The first thing out of her mouth was…
    “I’m pissed! What’s with those stupid teachers? They had to go and get in my way!”
    She was venting while in the bunny outfit. I had a general idea of what happened, but I asked anyway.
    “Was there some kind of a problem?”
    “Way beyond that! We hadn’t even distributed half the flyers when the teachers came running over and told us to stop! Who do they think they are?!”
    You know, if two bunny girls start handing out flyers at the front gate, people who aren’t even teachers are going to come running to stop you.
    “Mikuru started sobbing. I was dragged to the student guidance office. Even that handball moron Okabe was brought in.”
    The guidance counselor and Okabe the homeroom teacher probably had a hard time figuring out where to put their eyes.
    “Anyway, I’m pissed! That’s enough for today. Dismissed!”
    Haruhi tore the bunny ears from her head and threw them on the floor and began removing the bunny outfit. I quickly ran out of the room.
    “How long are you going to keep crying?! Come on, get changed already!”
    I leaned against the hallway wall as I waited for them to finish changing. It’s not that Haruhi’s an exhibitionist. She probably just had no idea what effect their scantily clad bodies had on males. Similarly, she didn’t choose the bunny girl costume for its sensuality; she simply thought it would attract attention.
    She’ll never be able to have a serious relationship.
    I really wish she’d start being concerned about guys who may be watching, or at the very least, me. All the stress was wearing me down. I had to hope for some kind of improvement, if only for Asahina’s sake. In any case… Nagato should really have said something.
    Asahina eventually exited the room, staggering and stumbling, looking like a student who had just failed all her tests to get into college for the second year in a row. Not knowing what to say, I remained