Fate: Emiya the Host

Hurriedly rushing down the stairs, Shirou sighed in distress.

"You've defeated me, it was hard enough to make that decision."

"Hurry up and get rid of that dangerous determination of yours."

Rin unceremoniously wrapped around his arm and said, "You scared me. Do you know how afraid I was seeing your expression?"

She leaned in close to the boy, to the point where they could feel each other's breath, and said angrily, "I really thought you were going to reject me."

"Didn't I already rejec—", His foot was stepped on hard, the girl glaring at him with an expression that said, 'If you dare say that again, I'll kill you.'

Shirou shook his head helplessly, "You, really are a little devil."

"What's the problem with that."

She went two steps ahead down the stairs, turned back, placed her right hand to her lips, and in a very, very quiet voice said, "I—just—want—to—tease—you."

Being confessed to with such a cheeky tone was an unbelievable experience. At the very least, Shirou at this moment indeed felt flustered.

'Too embarrassing, okay!'

Even the one who said that ran away in embarrassment, let alone Shirou.

———

Back in the classroom, he almost got so lost in thought that he forgot to use the system to study.

Looks like he still wasn't strong enough.

He had originally thought that his feelings with Tohsaka weren't deep. Because the current reason Shirou liked her: Other than being saved during the Holy Grail War, it was just that he found her very beautiful.

A common mix of gratitude and attraction to beauty.

On top of that, he had chosen Illya.

So in a situation where he couldn't give a sincere answer, it was better to cut it off completely.

At least that would be better for everyone.

It's definite that being greedy and wanting everything is tempting.

One could say, no one could reject the proactive approach of a beautiful girl.

But being greedy and stringing the other person along, unable to give an answer, how is that any different from a scumbag?

Shirou didn't want to have both ways.

So, he decided: You are all my wings.

Thus, the future King of the Boundary's first principle, "Always be ready to get stabbed."

He wanted to love with openness.

"Emiya!", The teacher called roll.

System Shirou stood up with an expressionless face.

———

After class, Ritsuka habitually pulled over her chair, "Emiya-kun."

"Do you need something, Fujimaru-san?", Shirou was focused on digesting knowledge.

"Here, I'm a bit confused," She opened her book, pointing at a part she didn't quite grasp with her mechanical pencil.

Her wrist was slender and fair, even without any accessories, it looked beautiful enough.

"Hmm, let me see."

After roughly having a grasp, he carefully explained.

Then it was Mash's turn. The two of them were very serious when studying, not sloppy at all.

BANG!

The desk was slammed hard, the kind of hard that made people wonder if his hand turned red.

The one who did that was Issei.

Whether during or after class, the completely no-nonsense person who never played on his phone, now held one in hand, looking shocked and panicked.

"This is... this is... how ridiculous! What is the journalism club even doing!"

The classroom became quiet.

Issei, president of the Chaldea Student Council. Among the students, he was also a handsome guy, very popular. But his own personality was quite serious, rarely anyone got along with him easily.

This kind of unrestrained anger in public, this was the first time people had seen it.

Shirou sharply noticed: when Issei mentioned the journalism club, both Ritsuka and Mash shivered slightly.

Afterward, they acted like nothing happened and continued studying.

Something felt off.

'Better ask Issei what happened first.'

Coming up to Issei, Shirou thought for a moment, then asked, "Did something... special happen, Issei?"

"Ah... mm, this... how should I put it," Issei also realized his emotions were too intense, adjusted his glasses, calmed himself, and handed over his phone, "See for yourself. It has something to do with you."

"It's related to me?", Shirou suddenly had a bad feeling.

He took Issei's phone. The screen was on a message thread.

A student council member had sent him a picture.

The only reason Issei would take out his phone during class break, it had to be student council business.

Without checking anywhere else, he directly opened the image.

A second later, he zoomed in in shock.

'What the f**k?'

The picture was of the journalism club's bulletin board where school hot topics were posted.

Usually, the top-ranked hot topics were about well-known sports clubs' promotions.

Like the archery club, basketball club, and the soccer club that recently won a 13–0 friendship match.

Next came various announcements and school festival events.

But today, the Chaldea soccer club went to a friendly match and had all their main players wiped out, finishing the game barely with substitutes, yet, this news didn't even make it to the top.

Not just that, it didn't even make the top three.

And the top three, what kind of nonsense were they?

Hot News #3: In the stairwell, the high-jump boy and Jeanne-senpai's unspeakable secret;

Hot News #2: In front of the vending machine under the teaching building, President Issei and top student Rin suspected of fighting over the high-jump boy;

Hot News #1: Under the sunset, the high-jump boy firmly said, "I'll never high-jump again." Suspected body problem due to some terminal illness.

"This isn't it!"

Shirou was dumbfounded.

'Is the journalism club trying to defy heaven?'

"Now you know why I got emotional."

Issei sighed, "I've already had the student council inform the journalism club to take it down, and we will conduct a thorough investigation."

Saying this, his eyes sparkled, standing up and patting Shirou's shoulder, "Don't worry, Emiya. I'll get justice for you!"

"Wait, I don't care about the justice part, the real question is," Shirou nearly wanted to throw the phone, "what's with 'high-jump boy'?"

"Hmm, Emiya-san doesn't know?", A cute-looking girl came over to chat, "That afternoon you did that high jump under the sunset, it really inspired many sports clubs."

"So, they specially gave you a title: high-jump boy."

Shirou was silent.

After a moment, he spoke, "So that means, the whole school knows about me now?"

"No, no," Being answered, the cute girl looked delighted and quickly said, "Emiya-san was usually very low-key, and most people that day only saw a silhouette. So aside from our class, probably only people familiar with you can recognize you."

"I see," Shirou breathed a sigh of relief.

'Good, I almost thought I'd have to dye my hair red and transform into Red Archer. Truly a blessing in misfortune.'

"Then, is it true that Emiya-san stopped high-jumping because of health reasons?", The cute girl asked worriedly.

If Shirou had dared say he had health issues, she probably would've donated money to get him treated.

By the way, Shirou really wanted to ask, 'If it's a terminal illness, how will you treat it?'

Fortunately, Issei helped him out, "No need to worry, Emiya-san is in perfect health. As for the high-jump... he has his own difficulties. I hope everyone can understand and not trouble Emiya-san because of this."

Issei had authority in the whole class, not to mention he was Shirou's only male friend.

So with him saying that, the class quieted down a lot.

The cute girl was a little disappointed, but there was nothing she could do, and returned to her seat.

Small trouble resolved, Shirou handed the phone back to Issei, "Thanks, Issei. About the culprit behind this..."

"Don't worry, Emiya, I'll punish them severely!"

Issei stated: Those who hurt Shirou, not a single one will be spared.

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