Detective Conan: I'm a Boy, But They Treat Me Like a Big Sister — Chapter 84

Chapter 84: Girls Who Are Stubborn Are the Cutest

‘A flat-ground fall?’

These three words popped into Getsukai’s mind before anything else.

Could a school queen like Miura Yumiko actually trigger a clumsy, moe-type heroine exclusive skill? Was this reasonable? Not in the slightest.

But gravity did not care about reason, and she was already falling.

Getsukai let out a quiet sigh. He raised his arm, his movements fluid and precise, and steadily wrapped it around her waist.

He moved so fast that Yumiko had not even managed to let out a full scream before she crashed softly into his embrace.

A clean, cool scent drifted straight into her nostrils. Yumiko could feel the distinct warmth radiating from his chest through the fabric of his clothes, causing her long eyelashes to flutter in surprise.

‘Damn it.”Why does he smell so good?”Why would a boy smell like this?’

And worst of all… the fact that he had caught her did not feel disgusting in the slightest.

“Can you stand steady?”

Getsukai’s soft, melodic voice brushed against her ear.

The proximity snapped Yumiko out of her daze. She immediately moved to push him away, but the moment her left foot touched the pavement, a sharp, piercing pain shot up from her ankle.

Her balance vanished, and her body pitched forward once again.

Getsukai reacted instantly. He dropped into a low squat, catching the outside of her lower leg with his arm to stabilize her collapsing posture.

The moment he settled into that position, the surrounding girls froze in collective shock.

Silver hair cascading down, a stylish trench coat, kneeling elegantly on one knee.

Right beside a bustling School Festival stall, he had forcibly transformed a mundane accident into a classic, heart-throbbing scene straight out of a shoujo manga.

“Help! Senior Tōhō looks flawless even when squatting…”

“No way, did he just catch Miura by the waist? That was definitely a waist-grab just now, right?”

Yumiko’s ears burned hot. She whipped her head around and glared at the whispering crowd.

“What are you looking at!”

The onlookers scattered like frightened birds. The queen’s lingering prestige was still highly effective.

“Are you alright, Miura? Let me take a look at that for you.” Getsukai looked up, his gaze gentle and unhurried.

Yumiko lifted her chin, forcibly patching up her crumbling queenly dignity.

“There is no need.”

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“I said there is no need.”

“Then do you plan to limp around the School Festival for the rest of the day?” Getsukai asked mildly. “Do you want everyone in school to watch Miura Yumiko hobble around on a twisted ankle?”

That silenced her immediately. She could endure pain, but she absolutely refused to endure public embarrassment.

“…You are only allowed to look for one second,” she muttered, looking away.

“Mm, just looking at the injury.”

“Do not get any weird ideas!”

“I have not even started thinking yet.”

Yumiko almost exploded at his calm teasing, but the throbbing in her left ankle robbed her of the energy to yell.

Getsukai turned his attention to the two girls hovering nervously behind her.

“Could you please go to the infirmary and get some cold spray and bandages? If they are out, just bring a standard first-aid kit.”

The two girls exchanged hesitant glances.

“Yumiko…”

Yumiko clicked her tongue, her irritation masking her embarrassment. “Oh, just go! Hurry up!”

The two friends nodded and sprinted off toward the main building.

Getsukai lowered his head again. His gaze swept over her long, flawless legs before his fingers came to rest gently against the outside of her ankle.

Yumiko flinched reflexively at the contact.

“Do not move.”

Getsukai pressed his thumbs around the ankle bone, testing the joint. He quickly confirmed there was no fracture, just a mild sprain.

Nothing major.

Hamon Breathing activated.

A wave of warm, soothing energy seeped from his fingertips directly into her skin. Yumiko, who had been tensing her leg in anticipation of pain, froze completely.

“You… what are you doing?”

“Checking the joint.”

“Does checking usually feel this… this hot?”

As that strange, comforting heat washed over her ankle, the sharp throbbing began to recede at a visible rate.

Getsukai shifted his angle, his other hand pressing into a few specific acupoints along the side of her calf.

He was combining advanced massage techniques with Hamon Breathing, effectively turning his hands into a localized healing cheat code.

Yumiko had fully intended to maintain her cold, aloof facade, but when his fingers pressed perfectly into a tense muscle, her composure shattered.

“Wait, wait a second!”

“Does it hurt?”

“It is not pain!”

“Then is it comfortable?”

“Could you not say it out loud!”

Yumiko’s ears flushed a brilliant shade of crimson.

‘The queen is overheating already?’ Getsukai mused inwardly. Had he just stumbled upon the exact manual for handling her?

Her previous hostility had never been pure hatred. It was more like a territorial cat lashing out because an unfamiliar presence had stepped into her domain.

“All done.”

Two minutes later, Getsukai released her leg and stepped back.

“Try putting some weight on it.”

Yumiko eyed him with deep suspicion. She carefully lowered her left foot, letting her toes brush the pavement first before slowly shifting her weight downward.

No sharp sting. No buckling. It would not affect her walking in the slightest.

She rolled her ankle in a small circle. It really was completely fine.

“How is that even possible…”

“It was a mild sprain. They heal quickly if you treat them early enough.”

Getsukai stood up to his full height, smoothing out the hem of his trench coat with a casual brush of his hand.

Yumiko stared down at her own ankle, completely dazed.

The two girls who had run off for medicine had not returned yet, but the surrounding festival-goers had already started whispering again.

“Getsukai’s reaction time was insane just now.”

“He is so handsome… no, wait, he is so beautiful!”

“Does this count as a hero saving a beauty?”

“They are both gorgeous. Let us just call it beauty saving beauty.”

Getsukai found the passersby’s summary highly accurate.

He looked down at Yumiko, who was still standing frozen in place, making no move to leave.

“Miura.”

She snapped her head up.

“Are you worried about your friend?” he asked.

Yumiko immediately bristled, her defenses shooting right back up. “Who is worried? I just cannot stand watching you flirt with every single person you meet.”

Getsukai smiled. He raised his hand and lightly tapped her forehead with his index finger.

Yumiko did not have time to dodge, but that simple, casual touch felt ten times more dangerous to her heart than the massage had.

Her entire body locked up.

“You do not need to tell me,” Getsukai said, slowly withdrawing his hand.

“I was not planning on telling you anyway.”

“But remember this… if you ever run into trouble, you can always come to me. Because… I always have endless patience for beautiful girls.”

The moment those words left his lips, several girls eavesdropping nearby slapped their hands over their mouths to muffle their squeals.

Yumiko stood rooted to the spot, the flush on her ears spreading rapidly down her neck.

She desperately wanted to curse him for being frivolous. She wanted to call him disgusting and storm off.

But strangely, when Getsukai delivered that line, there was not a single trace of sleaziness in his tone. It was completely genuine.

As the undisputed queen of her class, she had been complimented on her looks countless times.

Hayama would say she was full of energy today. Ebina would say she had a strong aura. Yui would say she looked super pretty.

But Getsukai calling her a ‘beautiful girl’ sounded entirely different.

It felt as though, in his eyes, even her throwing a hostile tantrum was just another cute, endearing part of her personality.

“…Don’t you dare try to coax me the way you coax Yui,” she stammered, looking away.

Getsukai smiled, thoroughly amused. Girls who acted this stubborn truly were the cutest.

Right on cue, her two friends came sprinting back through the crowd, clutching a white plastic box.

“Yumiko! We brought the first-aid kit!”

“How is your foot? Does it still hurt?”

“It is fine now,” Yumiko declared, instantly snapping back into her haughty queen mode.

“Really?”

The two girls turned their gazes toward Getsukai, their eyes shining with blatant admiration.

“You are so amazing, Getsukai!”

“We were scared to death when she fell.”

Getsukai took the first-aid kit from their hands. He pulled out the cold spray and bandages, applying a simple, neat dressing over Yumiko’s ankle just to be safe.

“Do not run around in those shoes for the rest of the day. If you have a spare pair to change into, do so.”

After delivering the instruction, he packed the spray away, handed the kit back, and turned to leave.

Yui was probably still worrying herself sick over by the stalls.

That pink-haired dumpling was timid by nature, constantly glancing back over her shoulder as she walked away earlier. With a pitiful look like that, he definitely needed to go back and pat her head to comfort her.

Just as he took his first step, Yumiko’s voice called out from behind him.

“Hey… don’t think that just because you helped me, I am going to be grateful to you.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, her chin tilted high. Her queenly posture was fully back online, even if her ears were still burning red.

“Mm, no gratitude,” Getsukai agreed without looking back.

“And don’t think I will acknowledge you.”

“Mm, no acknowledgment.”

“And definitely don’t think… that I will ever come looking for you.”

“Mm, you will not come.”

Yumiko ground her teeth together, thoroughly frustrated by his effortless triple agreement.

She bit her lower lip hard, frantically denying everything in her own head.

‘I am not tamed! Definitely not!”I just owe him a favor… Right, it is just a favor.”At most… it is just that his words earlier were a bit foul.’

The more she thought about it, the more flustered and annoyed she became. The friend standing beside her spoke up in a cautious whisper.

“Yumiko, your face is so red.”

“Shut up!”

“But it really is very red.”

“I said shut up!”

Meanwhile, a short distance away, Yuigahama Yui was hiding behind a crepe stall. She held a plastic milkshake cup in both hands, staring blankly ahead, completely lost in thought.

Were Getsukai and Yumiko standing a little too close just now?

Wait, was she supposed to be jealous right now?

But seeing Yumiko blush like that was also incredibly cute.

Yui looked down at the plastic straw poking out of her cup, then leaned in and took a silent sip.

‘No good…’

Her sweet strawberry milkshake had suddenly turned terribly sour.