Mygo, are you all yanderes?

Wakaba Mu shook his head.

How could she possibly know what Toyokawa Shoko was thinking? She herself was still completely clueless.

"So, Mutsu, do you know what kind of person Toyokawa was before? Was she always this unpredictable?"

Kusano Akira then asked Wakaba Mutsu, as he urgently needed information about Toyokawa Shoko, as only then could he know how to deal with Toyokawa Shoko's problem.

Although Toyokawa Shoko seems to have nothing to do with him, Kusano Akira still wants to try to become friends with her if possible.

Moreover, if they couldn't defeat Toyokawa Shoko in a day, he and Wakaba Mutsu would have to live in fear for another day.

"No, Xiang used to be very gentle."

Ruoye Mu thought about Toyokawa Shoko not long ago and slowly said—or perhaps it can't be said that it was not long ago, as Toyokawa Shoko had been turning into a hedgehog for some time now.

"She is indeed gentle; today... ah, she saw my house."

Kusano Akira was about to tell Wakaba Mutsu about the Toyokawa Shoko he had seen during the day, but when he came to his senses, he realized that they had already arrived at his house.

"Let's go in... wait a minute."

Kusano Akira took three steps at a time, walked forward and looked around for a while before walking back with a relieved expression.

"Let's go in now."

What were you doing just now?

Wakaba Mutsu looked at Kusano Akira's inexplicable behavior with bewilderment.

"Be careful of Su Shi, it wouldn't be good if she saw us."

"Come in with me."

"Ah."

Wakaba Mutsumi followed Kusano Akira's footsteps, his eyes still gleaming with contemplation.

Her goal is to make Kusano Akira only have her as a friend. Should she find an opportunity to reveal her coordinates to Nagasaki Motoyo later?

After thinking about it, she gave up on the idea.

Anyway, Nagasaki Motoyo already disliked Kusano Akira, so she didn't need to do anything extra. Besides, since Kusano Akira cared so much about his band, she decided not to bother him for the time being.

Moreover, if you think about it carefully, if she wants to achieve her goal, it doesn't necessarily mean that he has to be hated by everyone. It would also be possible for everyone to become strangers to him. At least for Toyokawa Shoko, Wakaba Mutsumi cannot allow Kusano Akira to be hated.

........................

"We've arrived. This is my home."

After Kusano Akira opened the combination lock, he went inside before Wakaba Mutsuki. He put down what he was carrying, took out a pair of guest slippers, placed them at the door, and invited Wakaba Mutsuki in.

"Here, these are slippers. Give me your things."

"Ah."

Wakaba Mutsu followed him into the house, handed the things to Kusano Akira, and then changed into the slippers.

　i×〕Road№◇♀△錂、柒ba＝∵Neighbor Search:≯Q: “Your house is so empty.”

After entering, Wakaba Mutsu saw the entire Kusano Akira's house. Although the decoration was luxurious, it was not surprising to Wakaba Mutsu, who was a young lady from a wealthy family. The only thing that bothered her was that although the house was large, it lacked a sense of life, and the entire living room was empty.

"After all, I live alone."

While Wakaba Mutsumi was observing his room, Kusano Akira hid his schoolbag in a rather deep place.

He couldn't let Wakaba Mutsu discover the strange doll in that bag.

"But I still have a lot of things, they're all in my own room."

As Kusano Akira took the exorcism tools he had bought out of the paper bag and placed them on the coffee table, he spoke to Wakaba Mutsu.

"Oh."

"I want to see."

After hearing what Kusano Akira said, Wakaba Mutsumi nodded and said.

Author's Note: First Update

I originally planned to update this morning, but I accidentally took a nap and didn't wake up until noon.

It was already 2 o'clock by the time we tidied up and had dinner.

Damn it, my recommendation application failed.

Volume 1: Chapter 59 (2k)

"Then wait for me a moment, I'll get ready."

Upon hearing Wakaba Mutsu say that she wanted to see his room, Kusano Akira stopped what he was doing and walked towards his room.

Although he had never bought those physical pornographic books and didn't really like reading those model magazines, this was the first time he had brought a friend into his home, and the first time someone had said they wanted to see his room, so he was actually quite nervous.

Moreover, he hadn't made his bed this morning, so he had to tidy it up properly; he didn't want to leave a bad impression on Ruoye Mu.

"You can wander around the room by yourself for a while. I'll tidy up the room and call you when I'm done."

"Ah."

Wakaba Mutsu nodded to Kusano Akira, and only after Kusano Akira turned and walked to the second floor did she slowly turn her neck to look around at the layout of the room.

"this is……?"

Ruoye Mutsu wandered around the room twice, observing the layout with a bit of boredom.

Just then, she suddenly noticed a framed photograph on the cabinet in the center of the living room. Curious, she walked over to the cabinet, picked up the photograph, and took a look.

The photo shows an ordinary little boy who looks somewhat like Kusano Akira now. However, unlike his current cheerful demeanor, this little boy has a very bitter and resentful expression, as if someone owes him a lot of money.

"...Is this him when he was a child...?"

Ruo Yemu muttered something to herself. Holding the photo in her hand, she returned to the sofa behind the coffee table and sat down, gently wiping the dusty surface with her fingers.

"...kind of cute..."

If Mokuba had to admit one thing—that is, ever since her relationship with Kusano Akira improved, perhaps it was an automatic beautification, but Kusano Akira's already good face became more and more beautiful in her eyes.

Therefore, this childhood photo of Kusano Akira was naturally beautified by her brain.

"I'm all packed... What's that you're holding?"

Just as Wakaba Mutsumi was about to take a picture of Kusano Akira as a child with his phone, Kusano Akira's voice suddenly came from above. He half-squatted down and looked at Wakaba Mutsumi with a puzzled expression.

"...!"

Because she was too focused on the photo in front of her, Wakaba Mutsu didn't notice Kusano Akira's sudden appearance. She subconsciously hid the photo behind her back and looked at the person who appeared in front of her with some vigilance.

moon"……"

f“……

"I'm sorry..."

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment. Wakaba Mutsu weakly took the photo out from behind her and handed it to Kusano Akira.

"No, what are you apologizing for?"

Kusano Akira looked at the startled Wakaba Mutsu with a strange expression, and took the thing from Wakaba Mutsu's hand.

"Oh, so that's what it is."

Although Kusano Akira's tone sounded like a sigh, his actions showed no reminiscence whatsoever. He glanced at the photo and then tossed it onto the sofa.

"...Isn't this what you were like when you were little?" (Sadly)

Seeing that Kusano Akira seemed completely unconcerned, Yasuyuki asked in a low voice.

"Yes, back when I graduated from elementary school."

"I said casually," said Sankusa Akira.

"Don't you care about your childhood memories?"

Si Ruoye tilted her head, and the girl's unique, soft voice echoed in the empty room.

My son said, "I don't have any happy memories from elementary school, so of course I don't care."

Kusano Akira handed the milk in his hand to Wakaba Mutsu.

"Here you go. If you don't like this and prefer something else, there are more in the fridge. You can get them yourself."

"Well, thank you."

After receiving the milk, Ruo Yemu did not immediately poke open the seal with the straw. Instead, she placed it on the coffee table and then touched the photograph with her free hand.

"Then why did you put it in the very center of the living room?"

"This is called room layout, you don't understand, do you?"

"Oh……"

Ruo Yemu lowered her head thoughtfully, looking at the photo frame in her hand, when a sudden idea struck her.

"Could you give this to me?"

"?"

Kusano Akira tore a large hole in the milk carton, drank it all in one gulp, and then complained to Wakaba Mutsuki.

Why do you want my photos?

"Hmm...I think it's quite cute?"

Thinking of a touching line from a TV drama her mother starred in, Ruoye Mutsu tentatively recited it.

However, Kusano Akira did not show the same excited expression she expected, but instead looked disappointed.

"So you are... well, I respect you and wish you well."

What do you respect?

"nothing."

Kusano Akira put his hand on Wakaba Mutsu's shoulder and gave her a thumbs-up with an encouraging look.

"I will always support you!"

"...I don't understand." Wu

Seeing Kusano Akira's strange behavior, Wakaba muttered something under her breath, then hugged the photograph tightly.

"So, you've agreed to give it to me?"

"Take it, it's nothing really worth keeping anyway."

"I actually have a few more photos here, though not many."

"You can take those if you want."

"Come with me."

Kusano Akira was the first to stand up, extending his hand to Wakaba Mutsu, inviting her to stand up as well.

"it is good."

Wakaba Mutsu took Kusano Akira's hand, stood up, and followed him to the bedroom that Kusano Akira had just tidied up.

After the two entered Kusano Akira's bedroom, Wakaba Mutsumi looked around the room with curiosity.

Indeed, as Kusano Akira said, this room and the living room are completely different styles. If the living room is too cold and empty, like the style of a model room recommended by a real estate agent, then his room is a completely different kind of room.

The room was surprisingly large, much larger than Wakaba Mutsu's own room, and didn't seem like the kind of house a person should live in alone.

Although the room is large, the first impression upon seeing it is that it is crowded.

His bed was close to the wall and wasn't very big, just the size of a regular hotel single bed. Not far in front of the bed was where he usually put his keyboard, and next to the keyboard were various musical instruments.

Drums, bass, guitar — guitar and bass are the most numerous, according to a rough estimate by Wakaba Mutsu, these two combined probably number more than 10.

Besides that, there's a small TV hanging on the wall and a cabinet with a very old-fashioned style that's completely different from the modern decor of the room.

"You have so many guitars..."

"Didn't I say this before? This is my hobby."

Kusano Akira took a guitar from the humidity control cabinet and excitedly gestured to Wakaba Mutsu.

"This is my favorite one. Although it's one of the cheapest here, personally... um? What are you looking at?"