Tokyo host

【Cheng, I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye...

I'm leaving. After all, I'm just a tenant. As an old saying goes, all good things must come to an end in this world.

I used to hide too many things from myself, and I am really grateful that you can tolerate everything about me. Due to some special reasons, I have to go back to Tokyo, and maybe we will never see each other again?

but,

Goodbye.

I love you. 】

The handwriting seemed to be written by a trembling hand. On the pale yellow paper, in addition to the faint scent of ink, there were also water stains left on it - as if Suzuki Kaoru wrote this letter with tears.

  The envelope was tightly grasped in his hand. Futaba Makoto read the contents over and over again until every word was firmly imprinted in his brain. Then he spoke in a hoarse voice,

"Are you kidding me? Why did you leave so suddenly without saying goodbye? Aren't you happy staying with everyone in Little Raccoon Village? That's what you said before."

"Why...why." Futaba Makoto asked over and over again. He turned and rushed out of the house, looking left and right at the streets, and his cell phone was calling Suzuki Kaoru's number over and over again.

"smoke……"

"why."

Futaba Makoto leaned weakly against the wall beside him, his eyes flickering at this moment.

"Oh Futaba-kun, why don't you even wear shoes? You might get hurt." An old lady passing by noticed Futaba Makoto's bare feet and couldn't help but remind him.

"Sorry..." Futaba Makoto responded with his head down, then turned and walked into the house.

"Oh? Is this child in a bad mood?" said the old lady.

After a while, Nana and a few others came back and soon saw the envelope left by Suzuki Fumio. They looked at each other, unable to believe that the girl who was chatting normally in the morning would choose to leave so quietly.

"Ah Cheng..."

At this time, Futaba Makoto was sitting quietly on the sofa, and no one could understand his emotions at the moment.

"Acheng, Suzuki may have just gone home. There's no need to worry too much, right?" When Nana saw Futaba so distraught in the morning, she quickly spoke to comfort her.

"..."

"Sorry, I just want to calm down for a while." Futaba Makoto said, and slowly walked up the stairs.

Nana Zao couldn't help but look at Miyabi Yuyou beside her. At this time, the other party had also taken off his hood and was silently watching Futaba Makoto's back which was gradually going away.

"Acheng, you seem very sad." Nana Zao said, but she found that she seemed unable to help.

"Skin."

For several days, Futaba Makoto didn't come out of the room. There was no sound and no one knew what he was doing inside.

"It's been four days, and the teacher came to ask what happened..." Nana said while sitting at the dining table in the morning. Perhaps because Futaba Makoto and Suzuki Kaoru did not prepare any food, they had not eaten normal meals for several days.

They are basically some instant udon and instant curry rice. Compared with the dishes of Suzuki Kaoru and Futaba Makoto, they are completely different.

"Ah, I'm so hungry. I don't want to eat anymore." In the morning, Nana was worried about Futaba Makoto's condition, while helplessly holding her rumbling stomach.

Gong Baiyuyou was also lying on the table, as if he had turned into a grass insect.

"If this goes on, senior's health will be worn down." Kojima Shoko said on the side.

Finally, the three girls decided to go upstairs to check on Futaba Makoto.

"The door is locked." Zaoma Nana touched the handle and it seemed to be locked from the inside. "Hey, Cheng, are you okay? Can you open the door for us?" Zaoma Nana had no choice but to reach out and knock on the door, then immediately put her ear close to listen to the movement inside.

Silently, still no response.

"Could it be! Senior has already..." Kojima Shoko immediately had a bad feeling, "Morning-class, please break in!"

"Oh? Okay!" Nana had already planned this in the morning. She turned the doorknob once again, and after confirming that it couldn't be opened, she took a few steps back and planned to use a sprint to force the door open.

"Three, two, one... I'm leaving!" Zaojian Nana shouted, and her body burst out at an extremely fast speed and sprinted towards the door.

But the next moment, the door opened, revealing Futaba Makoto's listless face.

"wait?!"

Nana's body crashed into him in the morning!

Futaba Makoto was knocked out and hit a bookshelf behind him.

"Well."

"Ah, Makoto?!" Nana Zaoma was dumbfounded. Seeing Futaba Makoto lying on the ground with his eyes rolled back, she quickly grabbed his shoulders and shook him.

"Please don't die. I'm sorry."

"Stop shaking, Senior will really die if you continue like this!" Kojima Shoko said quickly from the side.

Even Miya Baiyuyou was wearing a doll costume and pressing on Futaba Makoto. At this time, Futaba Makoto seemed as if his soul was about to float out of his mouth.

After a long while, Futaba Makoto slowly stood up. Perhaps because he had not eaten for several days, he looked listless at this moment.

Despite this, Futaba Makoto still smiled apologetically at the girls, "I'm sorry for making everyone worried. I'm fine."

"Are you really okay?" Nana Zaoma realized how much of a blow Suzuki Fumio's sudden departure was to Futaba Makoto.

  "It's okay... After all..." Futaba Makoto looked down and said with emotion,

"As long as you are a tenant, you will leave here one day."

"Whether it's Xun or you all, maybe it will be like this, like this... leaving." Futaba Makoto's voice was like a silk thread, trying to wrap him up.

"No way!" Nana Zaoma suddenly raised her voice, bringing Futaba Makoto back to his senses in an instant.

"Suzuki definitely doesn't want to leave here. Do you, Cheng, just treat her as an ordinary tenant?!"

Nana Asama's voice made Futaba Makoto stunned for a moment.

"I……"

"Whether he is a tenant or not, even if he has to leave, the time Suzuki spent with us, those feelings are not fake!" said Nana Asa.

"Acheng, Suzuki definitely doesn't want to see you so sad, so cheer up!"

"..." Futaba Makoto stood there for a long time, and then he seemed to understand something, "Yes, if that guy was here, he would definitely not want to see me like this. How can I be worthy of her support if I am so weak?"

Taking a deep breath, Futaba Makoto slowly calmed himself down.

"In that case, let's work hard at the university in Tokyo."

"I think we will meet again."

"Absolutely." (End of this chapter)