The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270: 270 | Cinema, Absolute Cinema

Twenty voices hit the chorus at once, a wall of sound that would have been embarrassing under any circumstances but was particularly devastating given what they’d all watched. The observation deck erupted into chaos, students turning in their seats, phones appearing from pockets, conversations dying mid-sentence to be replaced by the specific energy of people who had just witnessed something scandalous.

Caden materialized from the crowd like he’d been waiting for exactly this moment. His grin stretched so wide it threatened to split his face, and his hand was already up for a dap before I’d finished stepping through the door.

"My guy!" He connected with my hand in a collision that would have broken fingers on anyone less prepared. "Man like Lukas! Absolute legend! The tactical kiss? The wall pin? The whole thing where you basically—"

"I’m aware of what happened."

"Bro, the cameras caught everything!" Caden threw his arm around my shoulder with the enthusiasm of someone who’d just watched his favorite sports team win the championship. "You went full secret agent on them! The desk throw? The bathroom ambush? When you grabbed Camille and just—" He made a motion that was anatomically impossible but emotionally accurate. "Cinema! Absolute cinema!"

Marco appeared at Caden’s side, his expression containing the specific smugness of a best friend who’d been vindicated about something. "I told him you were different. Back when you first showed up. I said there’s something about that guy."

"You said he looked like he’d been sleeping in a dumpster."

"Different can include dumpster aesthetics!"

Felicity pushed through the crowd with significantly less grace than her usual presentation suggested, her blue eyes wide and her freckles standing out against skin that had gone very pink. She opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, and finally managed to produce words.

"Lukas. What was that?"

"A victory?"

"You kissed Camille."

"Tactically."

"And then you and Petra—the cameras showed—when you fell and she was on top of you and her costume—"

"Also tactical."

"THAT WAS NOT TACTICAL!"

Her voice cracked on the last word, drawing even more attention from the already attention-saturated room. Several students who had been pretending not to listen gave up the pretense entirely. Rina had materialized at the edge of the crowd, her purple eyes tracking between me and Felicity with an intensity that made her sheep mug shake in her grip. Nyx was saying something to Maribelle that made Maribelle laugh in a way that sounded deeply inappropriate.

The room was absolutely not recovering from what they’d all witnessed.

I should probably feel bad about this. The rational part of my brain was fully aware that kissing one classmate and then ending up in a compromising position with another classmate in the span of ten minutes was the kind of behavior that got people expelled from normal educational institutions. The Ecchi Logic trait humming through my system didn’t seem concerned about conventional consequences, which was either reassuring or terrifying depending on how you looked at it.

The good news was that the cameras had probably only caught the aftermath with Petra, not the full costume malfunction. Most of the extreme wardrobe failures had happened when we were tangled on the floor, and the angle would have obscured the worst of it.

Probably.

Hopefully.

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