I thought it might be a good time to check in on our favorite pervert Yoshiki. Ironically, this chapter is longer than the past two chapters combined. Oh well.

Chapter 7: Life Without Filler Chapters Isn't Life At All

Yoshiki was fuming. That one guy… Keichi... He was the only thing between Yoshiki and his lifelong love, Seiko. He had to pay. Literally. When he burst through the door, it had broken off it's hinges, and Yoshiki's part time job at WcDonald's wasn't enough to pay for it. But where to begin? Yoshiki didn't know anything about Keichi, other than the fact he's related to Seiko.

Yoshiki finally decided to ask the class rep of 2-9, Ayumi. Yoshiki never really liked Ayumi, mostly because of the fact that she always scolded him for trying to take creepshots of Seiko during class. The next day at school during lunch, Keichi was mysteriously absent, and so Yoshiki found Ayumi. She was reading a creepypasta on her phone. Everyone in class knew about Ayumi's strange eccentric and often obsessive affinity towards the occult. In fact, one might say it was a fetish of her's. As she was reading, her breath was very ragged and heavy, and occasionally she would let out little moans of pleasure, making everyone within a 10 foot radius of her very uncomfortable.

Yoshiki was, in fact, quite reluctant to approach Ayumi, but then he remembered the repair costs of the door, and so he valiantly stepped forward.

"Hey, c-class rep."

Ayumi, abruptly taken out of her horrifying fantasy, looked up and immediately scrunched her face into a scowl. "Kishinuma. What do you want?"

"W-Well, I just needed Shinohara's contact information."

Ayumi's face went from perturbed to disgusted. "Kishinuma, how many times do I have to tell you that stalking classmates isn't appropriate in a school setting?"

"N-No, Class Rep, I meant Keichi Shinohara."

Ayumi physically recoiled. "Bringing Seiko's family members into your perverted pursuits is a whole new low, Kishinuma. Am I going to have to notify Ms. Yui?"

"Wait, Class Rep, you don't understand! Keichi owes me money, that's all." said a desperate Yoshiki. Even though Yoshiki didn't really like Ayumi, this mental image she was forming of him wasn't very flattering. He didn't want people to think he was a pervert or anything (although it may have been a bit too late for that.)

"Kishinuma… How am I supposed to trust you after that one time you actually crawled underneath Seiko's desk WHILE class was IN SESSION to take pictures of her panties?"

Yoshiki opened his mouth to defend himself, but then realized he was completely indefensible. "Class Rep, he broke straight through my front door. My landlady is pissed to oblivion. I'm in a financial crisis! I'll prove it to you, if you want!"

Ayumi looked at Yoshiki for a moment. "Prove it how?"

Yoshiki thought, then spoke. "Well, if you'd come to my apartment, I could show you the door he obliterated."

Ayumi's face flushed. "T-This is just one of your perverted schemes, isn't it, Kishinuma?"

"No! Of course not, Class Rep! Scout's honor! All I need is Keichi's address, or something! Can you just help me out?"

Ayumi's face slowly returned to normal, and she avoided eye contact with Yoshiki. "Well, fine… I suppose I could go with you to see the proof. But if you try anything… Weird… I'm going to bloody your face, got it?"

Yoshiki put his hands up. "Understood, Class Rep. Besides, I'm only interested in Shinohara-san anyway. There's no way I would do anything perverted to your skinny body."
"I don't know whether I should be deeply offended or absolutely relieved, but either way, my opinion of you could not be lower."

GAH! OOOOAGH! RAAAUUUGHH! *dies* This chapter was getting a little long, so I cut it into two parts, just to make it even more obvious that this is filler farce. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! What'll happen next? Will Yoshiki get his door fixed? Will Ayumi ever warm up to Yoshiki? Will Keichi ever be able to lift more than 10 pounds? Find out next time on... Seiko-chan's great adventure! ¯\_₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎_/¯