Kaguya-sama: Love Is War (かぐや様は告らせたい～天才たちの恋愛頭脳戦～)

So the thing about Jill the Snipper is that...

her ears had a rather strange shape.

And that's why

whenever she saw women with pretty ears

she was so, so envious of them she couldn't resist.

"I wish I had pretty ears, too."

"I want their ears."

"I want them."

"I want them."

"I want them."

"I want them. I want them. I want them."

"Hey. I can have your ears, right?"

And so whenever she saw someone with pretty ears,

she'd cut them off with her scissors.

How did I get dragged into this?

What, scared, are we?

My, what a scaredy-cat you are, Great Auntie.

Whatever shall I do with you...

I'll grace you with a hand to hold.

A Shinomiya wouldn't be caught dead holding a Shijou's—

Just this once, okay?!

Yup! Yup, yup!

Hear that?

Jill the Snipper's here.

Quickly, everyone. Hide inside these lockers.

Once you're inside, put on the eye mask and headphones, please.

Why on earth do we have to do that ?!

3D Sound Horror House: "The Classroom of Jill the Snipper"!

The final result of a joint project between classes 1-A and 1-B was a haunted house,

culminating in a 3D sound experience.

But it hadn't been easy getting to this point. In fact, it had been quite the journey.

Uh...

So, we're not even half done with our haunted house.

We're in a bit of trouble.

We need to change something, or we won't make it.

Anyone got any ideas?

Sounds like our only option is to make it shorter, right?

Turn half of it into a café?

Ishigami, any ideas?

You're asking me ?

Okay, let me think...

Why don't we try using sound?

Sound?

It's a thing in amusement parks and stuff.

They make you listen to 3D sound.

You mean binaural sound?

You know about this stuff, Iino?

I wouldn't say I'm an expert, but...

Basically, it's a special method of recording that makes it feel like you're hearing sound from all around you.

The illusion is so realistic that it feels like you're literally right in the middle of it.

You're so cute.

Cuter.

It really feels like they're whispering straight into your ears...

Cutest.

And it's all just...

Okay, that's enough, Miko.

One more word and you'll regret opening your mouth.

Don't we need some special equipment for that, though?

We only have one week le—

It's fine.

Leave it to me, and I will guarantee success.

Binaural sound is designed to pass through the creases in your ears and cranium,

and to reverberate through them in a very specific, complicated way.

That's why you need a dedicated head model and an ear-shaped mic for recording it.

There is, however, a far simpler alternative.

We just need to attach mics to Iino's ears!

Why me?!

Why me?!

Why me?!

Why me?!

Why me?!

Why me?!

Why me?!

Why me?!

Why me?!

Why me?!

Why me?!

Why me?!

Why me?!

Why me?!

Why me?!

Why do I have to suffer through this?!

I have hyperacusis, you know!

There's no way I can survive this!

Oh, really?

Me too.

Stop! Don't cut them off!

Hold on! I sure hope you're not actually cutting them off!

And why do I need to be tied up?!

If you keep wriggling so much, I might slip and actually cut you, you know?

But first...

I'm gonna scorch them with this match.

Just kidding. I wouldn't do that.

Your ears are so pretty...

It'd be a waste to burn them.

Oh, I really don't think I can hold back anymore.

Time to feast.

Is this part really quite necessary?!

I've had enough! I quit!

Delectable.

Miko, hang in there a little longer.

F-Fujiwara?!

Fujiwara was here the whole time?

Indeed!

You've been sitting here for a while now...

making weird noises in front of the person you admire so much.

I know everything, you know?

I know all about what your "healing music" really is...

You really like it, don't you? This kinda thing.

That's not—

I'm not weird like that—

Come on, now. Just admit it already!

Is this really in the script?

It's finally over...

I'm not doing this ever again, just saying.

Sorry, everyone.

This recording's unusable.

We can't hear anything over the screaming.

Again, from the top.

Again, from the top.

No!

I actually managed to invite Tsubame!

Our haunted house turned out really well somehow.

She's gonna be scared for sure!

And then...

It'll just be the two of us alone in a closed room...

I've basically already won!

Hope you enjoyed the experience.

This way to the exit, please.

Everyone's really frightened.

I guess it was worth all those failed recording sessions.

Yeah, in the end, they had to tape your mouth shut to get it right.

Huh?

C'mon, we shouldn't!

Excuse me, is something wrong?

It's right here.

We just need to line up here and...

Huh?

Wait, what?!

We have separate lines for male and female students.

Please come on in.

First day of the festival:

Ishigami's hopes and dreams were shattered.

Um, Great Auntie?

Could you hold my hand?

You're still scared?!

Oh, so this is your student council office!

I bet it looks really run-down compared to yours, Moeha.

We don't even have A/C or heating, you know?

Just as it should be!

The student leadership not indulging in modern luxuries—truly respectable.

So this is the president's desk, huh?

Yep, that's where he sits, all right. Don't tell me that's your goal?

Yep!

Oh, to be so young and so foolish.

The high school student council president has much more work compared to the middle school one.

And there's so much more responsi—

No, no, you've got it wrong.

I don't have my eye on the presidency , I have my eye on president Shirogane himself !

Young and foolish!

I knew nothing of this, Moeha!

Have you ever even met him?!

I saw him for the first time at our middle school festival...

But he's so my type, I swear!

I've heard all about him from Kei, you see,

and she always sounds like she's bragging about him, so I've been thinking how wonderful of a person he must be.

Perhaps I can't exactly call it love at first sight , but...

In any case, I'm totally in love with him now!

O-Okay, let's dial it back a little, Moeha.

The president is the complete opposite of what you're imagining.

What? Surely it can't be that bad.

Yes, it can. I don't even know where to begin...

Okay, first off, he's terrible at volleyball—

Though to be fair, we practiced and now he's pretty decent.

If he improved, then that's perfectly fine, no?

He's terrible at singing, same with dancing...

But he put in the effort and got much better...

Then it's all good, right?

No, no! You're not getting it!

He can't prepare fish!

He can't rap!

He can't inflate balloons!

But then he puts in the effort and learns!

If he's learning, then I just don't see what the problem is.

No, you don't...

If anything, isn't it great that he's such a hard worker?

I'm gonna fall for him even harder now!

You ignorant child!

Once you're the one teaching him these things, you'll see what I mean!

Anyway!

It's my duty to shield my sister from such hellish experiences!

Why are you like this when I haven't even tried yet?!

If you're this desperate, why don't you at least meet the prez first?

Then you'll see what kinda person he really is real quick.

What's this about me?

Whoa! P-Prez!

What are you doing here?

Just felt like taking a little break.

And who might this be?

This is my little sister.