After much complaining about three straight days of pork bowl takeout from Urushihara, he went next door to apologize, the "Hilary Clinton" comment having clued him in as to why Suzano was so pissed off. "I guess she realized that wasn't actually a spell. Ugh."
It was fairly late in the evening, so without thinking, she greeted him in a loosely hanging light flannel nightgown. "What do you want at this hour, you miserable rat-faced chikan?!"
As he began to mumble an apology, his involuntarily glanced downwards, following the curve of her shoulder where the strap had fallen down, to... noticing where he eyes were tracking, she took only a moment to react. Thwack! "HENTAI!"
"No, I'm sorry, I..." he backpedaled desperately.
Smack! "Degenerate demon-spawn freak!" she shouted. Slap! Pow!
Staggering back further into the hallway, his eyes once again involuntarily tracked downward, causing her to go completely ballistic. Materializing her giant mallet, she shouted, "I'll smash you to a pulp, you pathetic hentai rake!"
Realizing that the situation was completely out of control, he teleported, not even really thinking about where he was going. When he landed with a thump, having materialized several feet above ground, he found himself on the doorstep of Chiho Susaki's family farm. "Yikes. That was close."
When he knocked on the door, he was greeted by Hinako, Chiho's cousin-in-law and the wife of her "Big Bro" Kazuma, holding her baby, Hitoshi-Kun. She took one look at his battered, disheveled state, and exclaimed, "What happened to you?! Come in, right now, and I'll get you cleaned up."
He muttered something about "hotheaded women misinterpreting everything" and she pried the entire sordid story out of him as she bandaged him up.
"...and then when she pulled the mallet out, I realized I had to get out of there before she took the entire house down around our heads, and I guess when I teleported I was thinking about getting as far away from her as I could, and since this is pretty much the most distant place we've ventured to date, I wound up here."
Laughing, she exclaimed, "You poor boy. You sure have some serious tsundere to deal with! Why don't you get some sleep and we'll talk it over in the morning and see what we can do to fix things up between you two!"
"But Chi-san..."
"Don't you worry your handsome little head. I'm sure she'd prefer you intact, rather than being smashed to a pulp by a mallet wielding maniac."
"I guess that's true."
The next morning, when he stumbled down to the kitchen, she had a pallet of newly picked strawberries set out on the kitchen table, and was already busy cooking away.
"The path to a woman's heart is through the stomach, just as much as it is for a man. No woman can resist fresh strawberries and cream, or homemade strawberry cheesecake, or fresh strawberry jam on home cooked bread."