Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

He let out a long breath.

"There are disposable toiletries in the bathroom cabinet. Just use those; they're all clean."

……

There is no bed in the room.

Ultimately, adding a bed to a house with this design will only make the already cramped and cluttered space even cramped and cluttered.

So he usually sleeps on the floor.

Now that Misaki Shokuhou is here, he will naturally have to sleep on the floor as well.

Yes, Misaki Shokuhou is the same.

"However, it seems like I'm being suppressed by her."

There's a saying that goes something like this: if you're not embarrassed, then it's others who will be embarrassed.

He brought Misaki Shokuhou back just to see her looking so embarrassed.

But now Misaki Shokuhou is acting very casually, even taking a shower in his apartment with a relaxed expression.

Honestly, he was already feeling that the one who was embarrassed was not Misaki Shokuhou, but him.

"Actually, it's not really a suppression."

"It's just that in front of certain people, girls can let go of some of their reserve."

Similarly, there are things that make you feel shy and embarrassed in front of certain people.

"But perhaps this mindset won't exist in front of certain people."

Just as Makoto Haramura was talking to himself, a playful voice reached his ears.

As she spoke, Misaki Shokuhou emerged from the bathroom, still steaming and damp, wrapped only in a towel and drying her long, wet, golden hair with a hand towel in her hand. She smiled and said to Makoto Haramura:

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have borrowed the bathroom."

Makoto Haramura shrugged as he looked away from the book in his hands and at Misaki Shokuhou, who was only wrapped in a bath towel and whose body curves were completely exposed to him.

It was an blatantly obvious straight shot; Misaki Shokuhou had made her feelings for Makoto Haramura very clear.

but……

"Go to sleep early, I'll take you home tomorrow morning."

It's not that time yet; it's not going to get to that point.

Whether it's Misaki Shokuhou, who's a little impatient today.

Makoto Haramura remained calm throughout.

Both of them were very clear about it.

Chapter 014 Dopamine in Secretion

Last night was a relatively peaceful night.

Putting everything else aside, at least he slept quite comfortably last night.

Okay, now everyone who's been thinking dirty thoughts, get up and stand facing the corner for an hour, okay?

This comfort is not the same as that comfort. The comfort he refers to is more about mental relaxation than physical pleasure.

After all, with a refreshing jasmine scent that has a calming effect on the nose, it's hard to imagine anyone not sleeping well under such circumstances.

With a flick of the wrist, the round fried egg was perfectly transformed into a fried surface through the skillful tossing of the wok.

"Miss, although I would like you to sleep a little longer."

"But it's already nine o'clock in the morning. Even though today isn't a school day, you must have something very important to do this morning."

"Ok?"

Last night, the owner, who always exuded a pleasant fragrance, turned over with a soft moan when called by Makoto Haramura.

Snow-white arms slowly emerged from under the covers, golden hair cascading like a waterfall across the pristine white bed, and slightly curled white hair revealing a pair of perfectly ivory-like calves.

"Get up and eat breakfast quickly. I'll take you home after you finish."

"breakfast?"

The person who made the sound spoke more clearly, and the blanket covering their head was immediately pulled off.

Her delicate nose twitched slightly, and the fragrance of something that had been blocked by the blanket suddenly wafted into the girl's nostrils.

Dopamine is immediately secreted in the girl's body.

The sleepiness that had been holding her firmly on the bed just moments before vanished instantly.

"what……"

She rubbed her sleepy eyes open and let out a cute little whimper.

Memories of last night began to replay in Misaki Shokuhou's mind like a slideshow.

She went to the park—met a man who made her angry—was then lectured by him—and then she was attacked by a powerless armed group.

I was rescued by that man—afterwards, I was so tired and exhausted that I fell asleep in his arms—and then he took me home—and then I took a shower here…

A blush, like that of the evening glow, crept up her snow-white neck.

The sunlight filtering through the trees shone on her honey-colored hair, creating a striking contrast with her flushed skin, resulting in a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

"Come on, have breakfast."

He tapped the bowl that had already been set out with his chopsticks, and then took his seat.

"Ah good……"

Like a manipulated puppet, Misaki Shokuhou mechanically answered Makoto Haramura as if she had no consciousness of her own, and mechanically got up and sat down at the dining table.

A round fried egg, bread slices spread with honey, steaming hot milk, and fried luncheon meat.

It was just a very ordinary family breakfast, but looking at all of this, Misaki Shokuhou felt a little dazed.

breakfast?

How long has it been since she's had anything to do with this?

She hasn't eaten since she came to this city alone at the age of six.

After all, I was confined to the research institute since I was a child, and all I did every day was cooperate with the research. The only time that was completely my own was at night and when I was sleeping.

So sleeping in late is a habit she developed when she was six years old.

Even now that she's started studying at Tokiwadai, she's still the type who's often late because she sleeps in.

In this case, breakfast is naturally out of the question.

but now?

Breakfast, and having someone busy in the morning to help you prepare everything for leaving the house.

This scene has such a strong sense of déjà vu!

It looks a bit like...

(Isn't this exactly like a newlywed couple...?)

"boom--"

If this were a two-dimensional world, with special effects and sound effects added, Misaki Shokuhou would probably explode into a cloud of smoke and then faint, just like the Steam Princess in anime.

(What am I thinking...?)

(I...I actually thought of getting married...)

Shyness completely filled Misaki Shokuhou's mind.

Even though she took a bath and slept at a strange man's house last night, Misaki Shokuhou was able to do it all calmly and even took the initiative to flirt with Makoto Haramura.

But now, just because of this one thought that flashed through her mind, she was already too shy to control herself.

"What, you don't like honey?"

"There's also blueberry jam here."

Seeing Misaki Shokuhou's face change like a series of expressions, turning red and white, but she didn't seem to be eating, Makoto Haramura said deliberately and maliciously.

It's unlikely that he could completely understand her, but judging from her expression, he could probably tell what Misaki Shokuhou was thinking.

That's exactly what he asked on purpose.

"……ha……"

"Ah, thank you, thank you for your help..."

The boy across from me took the bread slice in front of me, opened the jar of jam on the table, and took out a new bread slice to spread on it.

Gentle and meticulous movements.

A handsome face that is also refined.

This is the warm atmosphere of the early morning.

Before she knew it, Misaki Shokuhou's eyes were glazed over again.

"for you."

Before long, fresh slices of bread were placed back in front of Misaki Shokuhou.

This time, however, Misaki Shokuhou did not fall into a state of being unable to listen to anything.

I immediately snapped out of my own world, picked up the slice of bread covered in jam, and took a bite.

"You don't need to take me back later. I'll just call the research institute's car to pick me up."

Makoto Haramura paused abruptly as he reached for the cup, but he didn't react to it.

In any case, this saved him some trouble, as he didn't have to run back and forth between the two places. But what she said next really surprised Haramura Makoto.

Misaki Shokuhou smiled and said, "Do you have time tomorrow? Could you keep me company for a while?"

For an ordinary girl, this would undoubtedly be a date invitation.

But if it's Misaki Shokuhou, a psycho-type ability user, then it's obviously a date invitation.

Look at that blushing face and that slightly lowered head.

What else could this be but a date invitation?

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Anyway, there shouldn't be anything going on for a while, but where do you want me to go with you?"

It can only be described as a shared journey.

It can only be said that Haramura Seiya did have a slight liking for this girl. Otherwise, as someone who is not a playboy, even if he had free time, he would be too lazy to accompany a girl around aimlessly.

Misaki Shokuhou's face immediately blossomed like a flower.

"I'll arrange the specific itinerary. Coincidentally, I have something I want to give you tomorrow."

Chapter 015 Don't Call Me Brother Cheng, My Kidneys Hurt

Inside the completely enclosed building, there is a cylindrical fish tank-like structure made of tempered glass, with a diameter of over four meters and a length of over ten meters.

It was filled with red liquid.

And inside that red liquid was a person hanging upside down.

He was dressed in a pure green surgical gown, floating headfirst in red liquid. His long, silver, knee-length hair was like electrical wires scattered in all directions, with every single strand visible.

In terms of appearance, he is probably male, but in terms of facial contours, he is more feminine.

But what's most unforgettable are those emerald green eyes.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion, filled only with indifference towards everything, giving the impression of a great sinner who no longer cared about anything.

In front of this man were hundreds or even thousands of virtual screens.