Tokyo: About My Yandere Girlfriend

After ending the abrupt conversation, Nanami Fumito looked at the rain which seemed to be falling even faster than before.

Now, if I want to go back——

It's quite difficult.

"Arisu, come a little closer."

Deliberately tilting the umbrella towards Arisu, Nanami Fumito didn't care at all that his body was exposed to the rain.

The wet shoulder soon felt cold.

The side close to Arisu-san is especially warm.

Being able to feel the height of Arisu-san's shoulders, Nanami Fumito didn't hate this strange feeling that he was experiencing for the first time.

"I won't thank you for this."

Looking at the 'office worker's' soaked shoulders, Arisu Sato frowned, and the tone of her voice might seem ruthless to others.

But——Nanaha doesn't think so.

"It doesn't matter. Besides, I didn't do this just for Arisu's gratitude."

"What's that for?"

“Because I care.”

When the words fell.

Arisu's right hand, which was grasping the hem of her skirt, began to tremble slightly.

His eyes dropped towards the water splashing beneath his feet, and his body involuntarily moved closer to where Nanami Fumito was.

What exactly is this weird feeling?

Quite puzzling.

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Pushing open the door that isolated the outside world from the entrance, and looking at the windowsill covered by rain, Arisu Sato's expression suddenly froze.

As she stared blankly at her underwear that began to sway wildly under the rain——

The towel was suddenly pulled over the head.

"Arisu, go take a shower. I'll be in charge of drying your bra and panties with a hair dryer. I don't want to see you catch a cold."

Words that may be offensive to "office workers".

Arisu didn't have as many emotions about this as he did before.

After tapping her chin, she walked towards the bathroom.

Chapter 23 Fever

When I came out of the bathroom, the rain outside the window was still the same as before. The noisy sound of rain rang in my ears, and in such an environment, I felt unexpectedly at ease.

Arisu Sando never hates rainy days.

However, the premise is that you are indoors, not outdoors.

"Are you hungry?"

Looking at Arisu who was looking out the window through the balcony sliding door, Nanami Fumito focused his attention on the top of the other person's head.

Oh--

It turned out to be the case.

Does Arisu-san like quiet rainy days?

It’s better not to disturb her.

She stood up silently and walked towards the kitchen. Just as Nanami picked up the frying pan as usual, Arisu's voice sounded behind her.

"Leave it to me. Dinner and everything."

"Ok?"

Nanami turned around in surprise and looked at Arisu-san, who didn't look like he was lying at all.

"Does Arisu actually know how to cook?"

“Are office workers the only ones who can cook?”

Speechless after being asked, Nanami Fumito took the initiative to make way.

Because it was raining, we didn’t have much time to go to the nearest supermarket to buy ingredients, so dinner was just a simple omelette rice and rice balls.

Being able to taste the meal cooked by Arisu in person is like a dream for Nanami, who has always considered herself a corporate slave.

Arisu-san stood quietly behind him, watching him prepare dinner. Arisu-san didn't mind her presence at all, and the air seemed to gradually warm up under the influence of this subtle atmosphere.

"Will Arisu prepare dinner for Mr. Aragaki at home?"

"Why did you suddenly mention that guy?"

"Does Arisu hate Mr. Aragaki? Well... maybe it's a little offensive to say it directly, but I don't think that Mr. Aragaki is the kind of person who would abuse his own daughter."

Arisu, who was frying food in a frying pan, did not answer.

It’s just that—the default attitude has fully confirmed what’s in my mind.

"Because Dad blamed me for Mom's death. If I hadn't forgotten the palette I needed to complete my painting homework at home, Mom wouldn't have had an accident."

Arisu-san said such heavy words in a calm tone, and Nanami Fumito was somewhat surprised by her performance.

I thought the other party would remain silent.

result--

"It doesn't matter who is responsible. The dead should be remembered, and the living should enjoy their hard-earned lives."

"I believe Mr. Aragaki is also aware of this, but he has not yet figured out how to face his wife who has been with him for 20 years and suddenly disappeared."

Nanami Fumito placed his right hand on Arisu Sato's shoulder.

"If it's Arisu-san, I'm sure you will understand what I mean."

The silence that lasted for a few seconds was interrupted by the sound of frying.

Arisu, who was concentrating on the omelette rice, ignored Nanami's words.

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The omelette rice evenly topped with tomato sauce was served.

"Oh - Arisu's cooking skills are quite good."

After tasting the omelette rice he made himself, Nanami Writer gave it a very high evaluation.

However, Arisu Sato, who was standing opposite, remained silent.

The way of enjoying dinner is also very different from usual.

Noticing something was wrong with the other party, Nanami Fumito stood up and sat down next to Arisu.

Still no big reaction.

In the past, if Arisu felt offended, she would definitely respond with a fierce look.

and so--

"I'm sorry, Arisu."

Nanami Fumito extended his right hand towards Arisu's forehead.

The moment he touched it, the high temperature on his forehead made him frown.

Quite hot.

"If you're not feeling well, you should tell me instead of bearing it alone."

Nanami Fumito withdrew his right hand, stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

There should be some medicine at home to treat this.

Cold medicine, fever medicine, any kind is fine.

I searched the bedside table, but the expected medicine did not appear.

I can only go to the nearby drugstore.

"Arisu, I'm planning on going out for a while, I'll be back soon."

Nanami Fumito grabbed the umbrella on the shoe cabinet and turned to look at Arisu Sato who was lying on the table without any reaction.

Really.

This guy is really weak.

"You might catch a cold if you sleep in a place like this, Arisu should just go to bed."

Still no response.

Nanami Fumito put down his umbrella helplessly and walked quickly towards Arisu Sato who was lying on the low table.

"I'm just thinking about Arisu's health. I hope you won't feel revengeful for what I did afterwards."

Her hands held Arisu's waist and hips respectively, and the hot body temperature made Nanami's face more solemn than ever.

The face pressed against his chest looked very weak, and even breathing seemed extremely difficult for Arisu, as if he had a nightmare, and his eyelids began to struggle and tremble uncontrollably.

It looks quite serious.

When Nanami was about to put Arisu on the bed, Arisu suddenly made a move to grab the corner of her clothes, causing her to stop what she was doing.

"It's okay, I'll be back in twenty minutes."

"I won't leave Arisu."

The hand that was holding the corner of the clothes gradually loosened.

She took off Arisu's outermost coat and put it aside, and the Cinnamon Dog bra that was accidentally exposed made Nanami take a few more glances instinctively.

…No, now is not the time for that sort of thing.