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Love struck arisu part-2

Seeing Arisu in this state, Akira couldn't help but find himself concerned. He knew she was in love, but he didn't expect it to affect her so strongly. Turning to Kamuro, he addressed her in a serious tone, "Kamuro, we need to do something. She's... different."

Kamuro raised an eyebrow at Akira, "Different how?" she questioned, although she already had a hunch about what he was referring to.

"She's behaving strangely," Akira explained. "She's... well, you've seen it yourself. She's like a love-struck teenager."

Kamuro chuckled at Akira's words, finding the irony of the situation rather amusing. The stern and composed Arisu they knew had been reduced to a blushing, stuttering mess by love.

"Well, love can do that to a person," Kamuro said, shrugging her shoulders. "But if it's really troubling you, then we should find a way to help her. Maybe we can find a way to snap her out of it."

Together, they decided to talk to Arisu about her behavior and feelings, to help her manage her emotions better

Upon noticing Akira's interaction with Kamuro, a twinge of jealousy sparked within Arisu. She immediately marched over to them, her brows furrowed in displeasure. Her words were sharp as she addressed Kamuro, "What are you two whispering about?" She then proceeded to wrap her arm around Akira's, pressing herself closer to him, her actions exaggeratedly girlish.

The suddenness of her actions caused Akira to choke on his words, a surprised look crossing his face. Arisu, however, simply gave him a sweet, love-struck smile, her cheeks slightly tinted pink. This was not the usual Arisu they knew, and it was clear to both Akira and Kamuro that they needed to approach her with care.

Through it all, Arisu's eyes never left Akira, her gaze full of affection and, for the first time, a hint of possessiveness

. The composed, strategic girl they all knew seemed to have been replaced by a softer, more vulnerable version of herself. She clung to Akira's arm like a lifeline, her eyes filled with a fondness that was almost unnerving to see. Each flutter of her lashes, each girlish giggle, each subtle brush of her fingers against his, was enough to set Akira's heart pounding in his chest.

Her usual stern countenance was replaced with blushes and giggles, her sharp words transformed into sweet nothings. Every now and then, she would look up at him, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears, her lips curved into a soft smile that made his heart skip a beat. It was almost as if she had become a different person altogether, her personality shifting dramatically when she was around him.

Still in shock at the drastic transformation in Arisu, Kamuro turned to Akira, her voice barely a whisper. "What... what just happened?"

Akira ran a hand through his hair, trying to collect his thoughts. "I think...I think Arisu might be in love."

"In love?" Kamuro echoed, disbelief written all over her face. "But...with who?"

Akira sighed heavily. "Who do you think?"

"But that's... that's..." Kamuro stuttered, at a loss for words.

"Unexpected?" Akira finished for her. "Yes, it is."

There was a moment of silence as both of them tried to process this new development.

Finally, Kamuro found her voice. "What are we going to do?" She asked, worry evident in her voice. "This... this could ruin everything."

"I know," Akira acknowledged. "But for now, let's just... let's just try to play along. Maybe this is just a phase. It'll pass."

"I hope you're right," Kamuro murmured, glancing at Arisu, who was now busy doodling hearts in her notebook, a dreamy smile on her face. "I really do."

Arisu, now fully invested in her love-struck state, turned towards Akira and Kamuro, an affectionate lilt to her voice. "Akira, did I tell you how absolutely wonderful you are? You've been so supportive, so kind," she gushed, her hands clasped over her heart.

Kamuro looked on in disbelief, while Akira barely managed to suppress a chuckle. Despite the drastic change, there was something heartening about seeing the typically composed and shrewd Arisu acting like a smitten teenager.

"Do you think it's possible to die from happiness?" Arisu continued, her eyes sparkling with pure adoration. "Because that's how I feel every time I look at you, Akira."

The declaration was so unlike Arisu that Kamuro burst into laughter, while Akira cleared his throat, trying to hide his amusement. "I think it's pretty rare, Arisu," he managed to reply, his tone teasing. "But I guess, there's a first time for everything."

Arisu's gaze, which had been locked onto Akira, suddenly turned to Kamuro. Her expression hardened and there was a biting edge to her voice when she spoke, "And you, Kamuro. Don't think I didn't notice your amusement. What's so funny, huh? Have you become so accustomed to Akira's charms that you've become a bimbo?"

Kamuro, caught off guard by the sudden accusation, blinked in surprise before a defensive frown formed on her face. "I am not a bimbo, Arisu. And just because I find the situation amusing doesn't mean I'm smitten with Akira!"

The two girls began a heated argument, their words sharp as they defended their positions. Throughout it all, Akira just watched with a bemused smile on his face, finding their squabble both entertaining and revealing.

The banter between Arisu and Kamuro escalated, their words sharp and their expressions determined. Arisu, with her usual grace, maintained a poised stance, her words eloquent and cutting. Kamuro, on the other hand, had a fiery spark in her eyes, her retorts equally fierce and defensive.

"He's just a boy, Kamuro, not some prized stallion. No need to fawn over him like a lovesick puppy," Arisu said, her voice filled with feigned disdain.

Kamuro shot back, "And you're acting like a maiden in love. What's gotten into you, Arisu? Never thought I'd see the day you lose your cool over a boy."

While they continued their squabble, Akira couldn't help but feel entertained. The sight of two intelligent, strong-willed girls bickering over him was certainly a spectacle. He watched them, his eyes twinkling with amusement, a wide grin plastered on his face.

Seeing the argument escalating further, Akira decided to intervene. "Arisu," he said in a calm, soothing voice. "You need to relax. There's no reason to get so worked up."

At his words, Arisu suddenly paused, her sharp gaze softening as she turned to look at him. Her expression underwent a striking transformation. The fierce, determined look in her eyes was replaced by a soft, love-struck gaze. Her body relaxed, her posture becoming more gentle and submissive. It was as if Akira's words had a magical effect on her, immediately calming her down and changing her demeanor.

"Alright," Arisu's voice was now a soft whisper, her eyes shimmering with a loving glow that made her look like a completely different person. "If you say so, Akira." She giggled lightly, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she quickly looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment.

This sudden change in demeanor had Kamuro taken aback, her jaw dropping slightly at the sight. She quickly snapped out of it though, casting a sideways glance at Akira, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Caught up in her love-struck haze, Arisu blurted out her most intimate desire without a second thought. "Akira, let's... let's make babies," she said, her voice soft yet filled with conviction.

Her sudden proclamation stunned both Akira and Kamuro into silence. Akira blinked, caught off guard by her statement, but couldn't hide the amused twinkle in his eyes. Kamuro, on the other hand, stared at Arisu in disbelief, her mouth hanging open in shock.

Recovering quickly, Akira smirked, his gaze drifting to Arisu's blushing face. "Now, Arisu," he drawled, "let's not get ahead of ourselves."

Despite his teasing tone, Akira couldn't deny the fluttering feeling in his chest. The love-struck Arisu was endearingly adorable, but more than that, her honesty and vulnerability stirred something deep within him.