Mygo, are you all yanderes?

She stood in front of Kusano Akira, looking into his eyes, which were as blue as the ocean, filled with deep affection, but also mixed with a hint of nervousness.

Her gaze was fixed on Kusano Akira, her hands slightly raised as if she wanted to grasp his, but she ultimately let them fall.

"Wait a minute, let me ask you something first. What's our relationship?"

Kusano Akira pressed down on the girl's thin shoulders, firmly holding her in place, then sighed heavily, his brows furrowing slightly.

Based on the two people he had encountered before, the person in front of him must also be someone he didn't know but had some unknown relationship with. The fact that she was waiting for him at home meant that she at least knew the door lock code, and it was obvious that only he would tell her.

Moreover, unlike the previous two, this person gave him a particularly strong sense of familiarity. It could be said that her name was practically on Kusano Akira's lips, and he was just a hair's breadth away from remembering her.

"Eh……?"

Upon hearing Kusano Akira's words, the flaxen-haired girl's pupils widened slightly, a hint of panic flashing across her face. She subconsciously bit her lip, revealing a resentful expression, but quickly she forced herself to remain calm, plastering an almost ingratiating smile on her face. She placed one hand on her chest, her voice trembling slightly.

"I...I know, Ming-san, I won't do anything inappropriate. I just haven't seen you in so long, and I miss you..."

"I came here for no other reason than to say that I regret it..."

"Please, please believe me. I won't do that again, so please don't hate me...? At least... at least I still want to be your friend..."

The flaxen-haired girl bent slightly, her face showing a cautious expression, as if afraid of offending the boy in front of her.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, her hands nervously twisting together, displaying utter humility. ◆◆

"..."

Kusano Akira reluctantly rubbed his brows, which had been furrowed and were now somewhat fixed in place, and slowly reached out to straighten her body, speaking to her in a gentle tone.

"Don't act like I'm bullying you. You look a bit older than me, why are you crying like this?"

"...?"

The girl raised her head, her eyes glistening with tears, her lips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin.

"Hmm... Ah, found it."

"Here, take this and wipe your tears."

Kusano Akira's gaze swept around the room and quickly landed on the handkerchief on the coffee table. He walked over, took out two pieces of paper, and handed them to the girl.

The girl took the tissue in a daze, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Ever since she did that, Kusano Akira had been very wary of her, and now this sudden tenderness made her heart tremble.

It was as if time had turned back, taking them back to the time when they first met.

"Ming-san...you're willing to forgive me...?"

"What forgiveness or not?"

"Then why are you so gentle with me...?"

　Hey, 《4（”〖铻∶》」肆腫: “…………？

Kusano Akira racked his brains but couldn't understand why his actions just now were associated with gentleness in the girl's eyes.

Isn't this something any normal, well-meaning person would do? Besides, the other person was in his own home; was he supposed to just watch someone cry in his own house?

He felt it was the person's own problem; what normal person would be so moved by being given a tissue?

"What do you mean by gentle... Let me tell you something first, but don't rush to listen."

Taking advantage of the moment when the girl was staring blankly at the tissue, Kusano Akira began to explain.

"That's right, I'm probably in a state of amnesia right now, so I might not remember very well what your relationship is to me. Please forgive me if I have offended you in any way."

"…Amnesia?"

"Yes, amnesia."

"...Ming, are you testing me?"

The girl suddenly chuckled twice, her smile somewhat stiff. She lowered her head again, clutching the two tissues tightly in her hand, and said in a somber tone.

"I really won't do it again this time... so you can trust me, really..."

"No, I really can't remember—so what exactly happened between you and me before I lost my memory that made you like this? According to what you're saying, did you do something that made me very angry?"

"...Have you really lost your memory?"

“It’s true.”

"...You don't remember my name either?"

"do not remember."

"What? You don't remember either?"

The girl's tone suddenly became urgent, and her flaxen hair swayed with her excited voice, revealing the corners of her eyes, which were already red and swollen from crying for a long time.

"I have no idea who that is."

This is the truth. Kusano Akira couldn't even hear clearly who she was talking about, so it's not wrong for her to say that she didn't know.

"Then... what about you? You can't remember either?"

"I can't remember any of them."

Kusano Akira grasped his chin, raised his head slightly, and after a moment slowly spoke.

"My memory is that... I was supposed to go to Haneoka for class today? Or rather, to attend the opening ceremony."

"..."

"So that means even you've forgotten...?"

"Yes."

"..."

"I see... Haha... Ooh..."

Seemingly having received the answer she wanted, the girl suddenly covered her face with her hands, sometimes choking back sobs and sometimes laughing softly. Although her voice was tinged with tears, it was mostly filled with the joy of something lost and then regained.

"This is wonderful... So there's still a chance? I don't have to be harmonious with everyone..."

"Uh, are you alright?"

Watching the girl's strange behavior, Kusano Akira's Adam's apple bobbed nervously. He tentatively called out, trying to wake the person in front of him.

"……it does not matter."

After sniffing, the girl shook her head gently with a happy smile. She took a step forward and gently cupped Kusano Akira's face in her hands.

"Thank you, God, for allowing me to still have what is rightfully mine..."

She uttered those words softly, then suddenly hugged Kusano Akira tightly.

"...? Wait...wait...uh!"

Before he could finish speaking, Kusano Akira felt his mouth and nose being covered. He struggled a couple of times, but it was no use because his body was locked by the girl. His consciousness gradually faded as he lost oxygen. The last thing he saw was the girl's tearful smile and those sweet words.

"Ming-sang, believe me, we will definitely find happiness."

Volume 1: Chapter 143. My face feels strange (2k)

"...!"

Kusano Akira was suddenly awakened from his sleep, his body jerking up from his seat as if he had been frightened by something.

Cold sweat soaked through his back, and the slightly cool touch made him gasp for breath. His pupils were still slightly constricted from the suffocating sensation he had just experienced.

The movie projected on the screen in front of him hadn't ended yet, and it was still playing on its own. The jarring sound effects mixed with sharp fighting sounds, hysterical screams, and disgusting, sticky sweet talk, along with the abstract images that appeared in front of him, stimulated his senses again and again.

"Kusano-kun, what's wrong?"

A gentle female voice, tinged with soft breaths, came from beside his ear. Kusano Akira turned around and met Toyokawa Shoko's golden eyes, which were filled with concern. She seemed very concerned about Kusano Akira's current state, and the worry in her eyes was almost overflowing.

However, the other person seemed to be in a bad state. Her hair was messily scattered on her shoulders, and a few strands of hair clung to her glowing cheeks. Her originally neat clothes also seemed a bit disheveled, and two of the buttons at her neck were even fastened incorrectly.

"...Toyokawa-kun?"

Kusano Akira swallowed, his throat feeling incredibly dry, even speaking caused a sharp, grating pain. Looking at the girl in front of him, he seemed to remember what he was doing, and his tense body slowly relaxed.

"Oh right, I came to see a movie with you..."

"Yes, you fell asleep halfway through. More likely, were you dreaming?"

Toyokawa Shoko leaned slightly forward, her scorching fingertips touching the back of Kusano Akira's hand resting on the armrest. Strands of her hair brushed against his wrist as she asked with some concern. Just then, the movie dimmed slightly, making the gold in her pupils even more pronounced.

After she finished 'confessing' her love to Kusano Akira and calmed down, Kusano Akira began to mutter something unconsciously, as if she were talking in her sleep.

In her opinion, this might be a sign that he would remember the past, so she was very concerned about it and wanted to know if Kusano Akira's dream was related to the past, or if it was just a normal nightmare caused by the movie.

Eight. "It was definitely a dream..."

What exactly was the dream about?

Toyokawa Shoko pressed on relentlessly.

"...Huh? Right, what was that dream about?"

Kusano Akira frowned and tried hard to think, only to find that the dream that had just been haunting him had vanished without a trace. No matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't remember anything. Only a nameless melancholy lingered in his heart.

"Can't you remember?"

I think, "Probably."

Si: "Alright then..."

Hearing Kusano Akira clearly say that he couldn't remember, Toyokawa Shoko was a little disappointed. She slowly released the other person's hand, and when she pulled her fingertips back, she curled her five fingers together into a fist.

"I'm so sorry, Toyokawa-kun, I came to see a movie with you, but I fell asleep halfway through."

At this point, Kusano Akira felt a little embarrassed. He smiled apologetically at Toyokawa Shoko, and his index finger habitually brushed against his cheek, only to touch a damp spot.

The strange sensation startled him, and it was this sensation that made him notice the oddity on his face—for some reason, his face felt sticky.

"It's okay. After all, most people can't accept this movie, so it's reasonable that you can't either."

Toyokawa Shoko shook her head, indicating that she didn't care.

"I'm so glad you understand... Toyokawa-kun, may I ask you something? What happened after I fell asleep?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because my face is so sticky."

"..."

Toyokawa Shoko's back straightened instantly, and a blush spread down her beautifully curved neck to the tips of her ears, burning a stunningly beautiful color on her pale skin.

She quickly turned her face away, trying not to let Kusano Akira notice her strange behavior. She casually straightened her crooked collar and tried to control her voice, but a hint of guilt still lingered in it.

"It's sweat! Look, this room is very hot, it's normal to sweat a little!"

Qiang Xiao U: Eight-5★Mah／≯Sulfur Slippery￡∥；俬∑〈4○Er made two sounds, and Toyokawa Shoko's eyes were already swirling in a vortex shape.

She didn't know what had possessed her to do something so shameless.

Although even more shameless things were done during the ten years when Kusano Akira was tied up, what was the situation then, and what is the situation now!

In a situation where there is absolutely no relationship between them now, and they will have to cut ties later, she actually managed to do something like that in someone else's shop in front of a sleeping person...

That's absolutely unacceptable!

A gentleman's word is as good as gold. This is truly the last time. No matter what happens in the future, she will never let her desires control her!

Is sweating really like that?

Muttering to himself, Kusano Akira kept rubbing his cheek with his fingertips, the lingering dampness making him feel a little disgusted.

Although I felt that Toyokawa Shoko's words were a bit far-fetched, it seemed that I couldn't find a better explanation other than "sweating because it's too hot".

"Let's go out and borrow the old man's sink later... Toyokawa-kun, how much longer is this movie?"

"There's still half an hour left."

When did I fall asleep?

"About half an hour after the movie starts?"

"...So you mean I slept for two hours?"

"Yes, 9ba＞∝]←3″; Wu Zhong# forward:."

"……Ugh."