Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Fujino watched as Haruhi gradually turned to stone.

He swallowed hard.

He had already guessed most of what would happen next.

What choice does springtime, whose spirit has been tamed to this extent, have left?

Aside from Nakamura Sai's pet, he had no other choice.

"And then, you chose to abandon Nyaruko and get together with Nakamura Sai, forming the 'Stinkbug Couple'?"

Fujino spoke sarcastically, a smile playing on his lips.

But he knew things wouldn't be that simple.

Putting aside Haruhi's current dejected state, Nakamura Sai's arrogant demeanor when he last appeared suggests that things are far from simple.

Sure enough, the tactic of provocation always works.

Upon hearing this, Chunri's expression became noticeably agitated. He opened his mouth, but only managed to exhale a wisp of pent-up emotion.

"Yes, I thought the sky was falling that day."

"Since we couldn't go to class, everyone had to go home. But Sai suddenly suggested that we go up the mountain to at least escape this boring town for a while."

Fujino leaned back slowly, his glasses reflecting a cold light under the harsh white lamplight. He interlaced his fingers and rested them on his chin, his voice low and somber: "So, what happened that day didn't unfold as you expected, but instead slid into another abyss that you still can't look at directly, right?"

Seeing Haruhi nod dejectedly, Fujino sighed softly.

Listen to the other person continue speaking.

......

A heavy rain began to fall from the sky.

We've only gone halfway up the mountain.

Springtime was soaked to the bone, as was Sai.

The continuous rain even obscured the spring sunshine, making it impossible for him to see the road ahead.

He just kept pedaling hard, accelerating as he raced toward his unknown destination.

He pedaled his bicycle like a madman, trying to escape the classroom you destroyed with ink, to escape Sato Nyako's superior, perfect judgment.

The rain obscures your vision, but in reality, he's choosing to be blinded. Because he simply doesn't dare to see which precipice he's navigating towards in his life.

Sai sat in the back seat, clutching Haruhi's clothes, which was unusual for him.

She waved excitedly, as if saying goodbye to her ordinary life.

It took her almost a year to finally mold Chunri into a madwoman just like herself.

Haruhi and she ran hand in hand, sprinting through the torrential rain towards an unknown mountaintop. In that instant, Sato Nyaruko, the law, morality, family... all were left behind in the mud.

This is an absolutely pure carnival belonging to two monsters, isolated from the rest of the world.

However, human strength has its limits.

In the rain, spring has finally lost its balance.

He fell down, taking Sai down with him.

They got up, pushed their bicycles toward a convenience store not far away, and at least had to treat their cuts.

Holding iodine, cotton swabs, and bandages, they sat at the bus stop outside the convenience store, disinfecting each other.

"Well, it turns out there's nothing much different up in the mountains."

Sai's voice rang out.

Chunri did not respond.

He already regretted it.

When I saw the classroom destroyed by ink this morning, I should have realized that Sai had tricked me again.

But he was already too weak to struggle.

They are not some great monsters waving goodbye to the ordinary in the pouring rain.

They were just two pathetic, ridiculous, and disgusting bastards who had made a complete mess of their lives.

He thought this, but didn't say it aloud.

What's the point? What does it prove by pretending to be so rational and serious now?

He's still the same ink destroyer.

Spring's gaze into the rain was filled with desolation; everything seemed distant, and only this bus stop in the rain could bring him a moment of peace.

Until he saw a small, thin figure at the edge of his field of vision, with long hair, riding a bicycle in the rain, wobbling towards the mountain.

As she rode, she called out Haruhi's name loudly.

"Shinya-kun——! Shinya-kun——!"

The rain was so heavy that all that could be heard in the world was a continuous white noise.

But Sato Nyako's tearful, almost broken voice calling "Shinya-kun" was like a bloodstained blade, cleaving through the impenetrable rain curtain.

Chunri suddenly stood up, her eyes filled with disbelief.

That's Nyarlathotep?!

He couldn't quite understand the young lady's twist of fate.

She didn't come to judge herself.

Even at this moment, she still clung to the idea of ​​being her own savior. She wanted to pull herself out of Nakamura Sai's ditch and back into the sunlight with her muddy hands.

The bicycle slowly came to a stop in front of the bus stop.

Springtime finally believed that what she had just seen was not an illusion.

Sato Nyako's JK shirt has become semi-transparent, and you can vaguely see her inner layer.

But she didn't care about her disheveled appearance. Instead, she rushed towards Chunri and buried herself in his arms.

"Thank goodness you're alright, I was so worried."

Chunri's body stiffened instantly.

His hands hung in mid-air, and he didn't even dare to hug her back.

Nyaruko didn't stay in Haruhi's arms for long.

She broke free and looked at Nakamura Sai behind Kasuga with an unusually cold expression.

It is because of this woman that spring has become what it is today.

"Hey! What are you trying to do, woman?! You've messed with my spring like this?! You better not give me a chance, or I'll make you pay!"

This statement sounds like a joke.

This completely amused Nakamura Sai.

She stood up, patted her bottom, and patted Haruhi's shoulder with a laugh: "Oh dear, Miss is angry, how scary... Haruhi-kun, your girlfriend is going to kill me."

Nyarko stepped forward, shoved Nakamura's hand off Kasuga's shoulder, and said fiercely:

"Let go, bitch!"

Nakamura seemed to get angry as well, tearing open Chunri's shirt to reveal his rain-soaked body.

As if still not satisfied, she loosened his belt and, amidst Nyaruko's gasp, pointed to Haruhi's chest:

"Miss, what are you talking about? This guy was wearing your leotard when he confessed to you!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving Kasuga and Nyaruko completely bewildered.

Springtime even forgot to pull up her pants that had fallen to the ground.

"Shinya-kun...is what she said true?"

Nyaruko looked into Haruhi's eyes, somewhat puzzled.

Did this kind boy really steal her gymnastics outfit?

They even wore it on their bodies as a way of expressing their love to themselves?

Springtime's throat feels like it's stuffed with donkey hair, only able to produce a hoarse, breathy sound.

He hadn't expected to face Nyaruko's questioning like this, and immediately lowered his head.

"Yes...that's how it is. But, I'm sorry..."

Nakamura Sai laughed wildly as he looked at his masterpiece.

Nyarko didn't say anything, but slowly walked closer to Haruhi, raising her hand slightly...

Springtime also saw it; the phantom pain had already begun to appear on his face.

He closed his eyes resignedly.

However, the slap he imagined did not land on his cheek.

Nyaruko gently stroked Haruhi's cheek, her voice tinged with concern.

In a moment of panic, Chunri looked up and was met with a pool of spring water in Nyaruko's eyes.

"Shinya-kun did this because he likes me, right?"

"So, if Shinya-kun is doing this for that reason..."

"I'll accept whatever you do."