My love is abyss mode

Chapter 58 Cat: "Who told you I was going to go to sea?"

As the rain subsided, Kuronuma Kiba forcefully opened his transparent umbrella, walked out of the Shinjuku Police Station, and headed towards the Hatsushino Bookstore along the streets teeming with all sorts of people.

Passing by a supermarket, he remembered what Shirakawa Momo had said, so he went in and bought a 5kg bag of rice, which cost 4500 yen including consumption tax.

So expensive.

If it weren't for his girlfriend, Hashino Ryo, Kiba Kuronuma suspects he might not even be able to afford to eat rice.

Thinking of Hatsushino Ryo, his headache started again.

If it's just a normal relationship, there's no need to tell your hometown. But since she's the daughter of a wealthy family, it's probably better to let them know.

Thinking back to the experience of calling his mother back in Hokkaido during the summer vacation—his father, who had refused to give him living expenses in order to trick him into returning to Hokkaido, died four times, averaging once a week, and his horse died unexpectedly in the fifth week—Kuronuma Ki decided to put the matter aside.

When I got back to the bookstore, it was just after Shirakawa Momo's closing time.

A petite figure stood to the left of the bookstore's glass door, sheltering from the rain. She held a canvas bag full of books in front of her with both hands, her delicate face radiating a faint chill, and her golden eyes dull and lifeless.

Daydreaming again?

Kuronuma Kiba walked to Shirakawa Momo's side, shielding her head with his umbrella. He reached out and took the canvas bag from her hand, which was carrying a bag of rice: "Let's go home."

"Hmm." Shirakawa Momo's eyes regained their brightness, she nodded slightly, reached out to take the umbrella from his hand, held it as high as possible, and tilted it slightly to one side.

Crackle, crackle, crackle—

The sound of raindrops pattering against the transparent umbrella was crisp and almost cracking. The two walked silently through the wet streets, entered the tram station, passed through the ticket gates, and boarded the tram home.

The empty carriage had a damp smell.

Kuronuma Kiba placed the canvas bag and rice on the seat beside him and stretched out his hand to Shirakawa Momo, who was sitting on the other side: "Handheld game console."

"I've never seen you play video games before."

She unzipped her coat, took out the handheld game console from the inside pocket, handed it to Kuronuma, and curled her lip in disdain: "Playing with toys is a waste of time."

"Be good, don't make trouble."

Swamp Fang took the handheld console, opened Pokémon/Purple, and waited for the game to enter the main page: "This is the project to challenge Ryo-senpai next month, Pokémon battles."

"Oh."

After hearing his explanation, Shirakawa Momo turned her face away shyly to look at the carriage floor, muttering under her breath, "Luckily it's just a game. If you had chosen cards, you definitely wouldn't have won."

"why?"

"It's hard to win if you don't draw the card you want, right?" She knew how lucky Hatsushino Ryo was.

"If the deck is configured properly, you're unlikely to get stuck with bad cards, and it seems like there's no such thing as bad cards in Pokémon decks."

As he spoke, Kurogane Fang manipulated his character to search for Alolan Sandshrews in the Arctic region, catching them one by one, preparing to exchange them with Aizawa Tiger for an Alolan Vulpix the next day to form Team Snow.

Amid the clanging and swaying of the tram, Shirakawa Momo, feeling a bit bored, leaned closer to look at the handheld game console screen, the warm scent of cedarwood enveloping the two of them.

Why arrest so many?

"Focus on traits and personality."

"That's not how it is in the Pokémon anime, is it? People who go to bookstores to buy Pokémon trading cards are more like trainers, always shouting things like 'I believe Pokémon itself is a miracle.'"

"I can't worry about the honor of being a trainer anymore. If the opponent is Senior Ryo, I have to go all out."

While the two were chatting, the tram arrived at the station, and Black Swamp Fang still hadn't caught the Sandshrew with the "Adamant" personality and "Snowflake" ability.

As an incompetent trainer, the only thing I can do is give Pokémon medicine to change their personalities.

He put away his handheld game console, picked up his canvas bag and rice, and followed Shirakawa Momo out of the car. The downpour had stopped, and the streetlights reflected off the wet ground and puddles. The two walked side by side onto the street, which was filled with the strong smell of rain.

As she walked up to the old apartment building, Shirakawa Momo suddenly stopped, staring blankly at the stairwell, her golden eyes trembling with terror.

"Momo, what's wrong?" Kuronuma Kiba looked down and saw her lips twitching, her delicate face showing the fear of a caged beast. This was a clear rejection, more powerful than a thousand words.

He frowned and looked into the stairwell. In the dim light, a disheveled drunkard sat on the first step of the stairs, his head hanging down. His shabby appearance and clothes looked somewhat familiar, and several aluminum cans were scattered at his feet.

I heard her hysterical screams.

"I'm done!!!"

"Why!!!"

Why is he here?!

The collapse of emotions happened in an instant, and the shrill sound pierced the tranquility of the night.

Kuronuma saw Shirakawa Momo take off the old leather backpack she was carrying on her back, fall heavily to the ground, turn around and run with all her might, her entire body almost shattering into the night sky.

My ankle injury prevented me from engaging in strenuous activity. I slipped on the water in my shoes and fell on the wet pavement, my thin body stained with dirt.

She seemed oblivious to the pain and cold, her delicate fingers braced against the puddle as she scrambled to her feet and desperately fled.

The word "utterly disheveled" is the first one that comes to mind.

Without time to think too much, Kuronuma Kiba put down the canvas bag and rice in his hand, took out his phone to take a picture of the man, and ran along the street to chase after Shirakawa Momo.

The two ran along the streets they had walked together countless times. At the intersection in front of the tram station, Kuronuma Kiba caught up with Shirakawa Momo, grabbed her waving arm, and hugged her tightly.

"Tao, calm down."

"I can't help it!!!"

"Listen to me, no matter what happens, come with me to a safe place, okay?"

Unsteady on her feet, dizzy and disoriented, feeling the warmth and hard muscle contours enveloping her body, Shirakawa Momo nodded and reached out to hug him tightly, like a drowning person grasping at a straw.

The brain is not yet able to process information effectively, and tears flow uncontrollably. If one does not do this, one will be swallowed up by the overwhelming emotions and lost in the vortex.

After an unknown amount of time, once her stiff body relaxed slightly, Kuronuma, looking worried, carried her in a princess carry and headed towards a nearby love hotel.

The sound of sobbing continued to come as he recalled the man's attire and the scene he had seen in the corridor outside the infirmary.

After leaving the teaching building, Toyama Chitose, who was with me, also looked back in that direction.

Is it really because of him?
Fortunately, it was Edogawa Ward, where registration wasn't as strict as in bustling areas. I handed 1 yen to the old lady inside through a narrow window and successfully got the room key without revealing any information.

Climbing the moldy stairs to the second floor and arriving at the room door, Kuronuma Kiba temporarily put Shirakawa Momo down from his arms, pinched the back of her neck with one hand, and opened the door with the other.

"Tao, who is he?"

A strong hand gripped the back of my neck, and the feeling of mental confusion suddenly dissipated, replaced by a sense of security and groundedness.

Shirakawa Momo lowered her head, swallowing with difficulty. When the door opened, she obediently went into the room by herself, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

"An incompetent, useless, and damned father."

A faint sound reached his ears. Kuronuma followed Shirakawa Momo into the room, locked the door behind him, and the damp, musty smell in the air made him feel irritable.

"Is it because of him that you're going into the sex industry?" he asked coldly and forcefully, his dark eyes flashing with a metallic light.

"Let me have some peace and quiet." Shirakawa Momo walked to the corner by the window, slowly squatted down, hugged her curled-up legs with both hands, and lowered her head so her expression could not be seen.

Outside the window that couldn't be opened, the sound of rain pattering down could be heard again.

After a long while, her emotions calmed down a bit. She cautiously looked up and met Kuronuma's gaze, her golden eyes showing a hint of distress and confusion: "Who told you I was going to go into the sea?"

Kuroguma Fang paused for a moment, then racked his brains and finally found the problem.

The system only says "stop going into the adult entertainment industry," not "she wants to go into the adult entertainment industry." Just as it only says "learn sign language to communicate with Hatsushiro Ryo," it doesn't mean that he can communicate with Hatsushiro Ryo just by learning sign language.

(End of this chapter)