Mygo, are you all yanderes?

Was the person who sent the message really Mutsumi Wakaba?

Even if it were Wakaba Mutsu, he wouldn't say something so nonsensical.

[Shiina Tatsuki: Who is Akira? Did you send this to the wrong person?]

After finishing typing this paragraph, Shiina Tatsuki put down her half-finished coffee, leaned back in her chair, and stretched.

The girl's soft, beautiful curves were fully revealed under the glow of the computer screen, and creaking sounds came from her body.

Because of the band, Shiina Tatsuki's workload has increased significantly. Now she has to alternate between band rehearsals, working at RIG, and going to school every day.

Now, my daily rest time has been compressed to the extreme, and I've even started to catch up on sleep during class.

If Shiina Tatsuki hadn't had a decent foundation in knowledge, she might have even suspected that she would have stayed at school during the holidays for extra classes.

The thought of work made Shiina Tatsuki feel a throbbing headache starting again.

The current lineup consists of two guitarists, one bassist, one keyboardist, one drummer, and one vocalist, which is considered a very luxurious lineup for a typical student band.

However, this also makes the arrangement more difficult than during the Crychic era.

During the Crychic era, there was a genius like Shoko Toyokawa, but now there's only Tatsuki Shiina.

Although Kusano Akira had previously said that he also knew some music arrangement and could help her with some minor details.

But it was obvious that Kusano Akira said those words to comfort Shiina Tatsuki, and she couldn't possibly believe them.

Moreover—this was a rare opportunity, and she didn't want to hand over the arrangement to someone else.

However, there was a complete novice among the guitarists who couldn't even read sheet music, so they had to make a tablature specifically for her.

The original plan was to perform next week, but at this rate, let alone perform, we can't even put together the necessary pieces.

This won't do. Does this mean the new band's first performance will have to rely solely on Kasuga Kage?

If it were the older sister, she definitely wouldn't have this kind of trouble...

Thinking of this, Shiina Ritsuki bit her lip hard and gently closed her eyes. Her cicada-wing-like eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if she didn't want anyone to see the resentment in her eyes.

[Wakaba Mutsumi: Kusano Akira]

Upon hearing Wakaba Mutsumi's words, Shiina Tatsuki raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat puzzled as to why she could hear this person from Wakaba Mutsumi.

As expected, it wasn't Wakaba Mutsumi on the other end of the phone, but Nagasaki Motoyo playing a prank on Wakaba Mutsumi.

[Shiina Tatsuki: How did you two meet?]

【Wakaba Mutsumi: This has nothing to do with you.】

Shiina Tatsuki confirmed that the person on the other end of the screen was indeed Wakaba Mutsu.

No one else could say hurtful things so naturally and fluently.

However, since the other side is indeed Wakaba Mutsumi, then there is a question—how did Kusano Akira and Mutsumi get to know each other?

But then she thought about how Kusano Akira claimed to be a Crychic fan, so Shiina Tatsuki didn't find it strange.

After all, this guy brought Takamatsu Todori, so it's not surprising that he knows Wakaba Mutsu at this point.

Basically, it's like seeing your idol and getting so excited as a fan that you went up to chat with them.

[Shiina Tatsuki: It seems he lives in the same building as Motoyo.]

【Wakaba Mutsumi: Thank you.】

Seeing that Wakaba Mutsu didn't say thank you and then fell silent, Shiina Tatsuki casually put her phone aside and faced the complicated computer screen again, feeling troubled.

Why is there so much work? Ugh.

Volume 1: Chapter 13. The Doll

Friends, have you ever had that kind of fantasy?

One morning, as a typical shut-in, you feel something shaking in your blankets, occasionally rubbing against your chest.

Curious, you lift the covers to find a stunningly beautiful girl rubbing her fluffy head against your face while rubbing her eyes and asking, "What's wrong? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Or perhaps she screams and slaps you, yelling "You pervert!" and you, feeling resentful because you were hit, start arguing fiercely with her, calling her a violent woman and her a pervert.

Then there's the time when your parents, who are far away in a foreign country or anywhere else in the city, suddenly call and tell you that this girl is your fiancée.

Next, you'll be living with this beautiful girl, experiencing all sorts of hilarious and heartwarming romantic events. After going through a series of trials, you'll be living a rather whimsical life.

During this time, you'll also encounter your childhood tomboy friend who suddenly transforms into a gentle older sister and transfers to your school.

In addition, there's a haughty junior girl with twin ponytails who's always going against you.

Despite considering himself a healthy teenager, Kusano Akira had to admit one thing—that he often fantasized about such things happening to him when he was alone at night.

He even secretly cried under the covers because his fantasies were too melodramatic, and this happened more than once or three times. Even during the five-day summer vacation after graduating from junior high school, he was still having these unrealistic dreams.

But just because he likes reading these kinds of comics doesn't mean he actually believes that such scenarios would happen in real life.

After all, that kind of thing doesn't make sense no matter how you look at it. If a woman suddenly appeared in your house, most people would call the police, at least he would.

He thought so at least until this morning.

………………

Even though he considered himself a semi-materialist, Kusano Akira sometimes felt that there were some supernatural forces in the world.

Especially when he was woken up this morning not by his alarm clock, but by being bitten by a green-haired doll.

Especially when this doll, despite having no vocal organs, can still curse him in fluent Mandarin.

"Who are you, and how did you manage to bring me here!"

"..."

"You wretched bastard, let me tell you, I am the noble Mortis! If you don't send me back, my soldiers will not let you get away with this!"

"..."

"My subordinate Timoris is known as the Jade-Faced Bass Queen. If she finds out you've tied me up here, you won't even have a chance to surrender; you'll become a ghost under her bass!"

"..."

Staring with dead fish eyes, Kusano Akira looked at the ugly doll he was holding tightly in his hand with a face full of regret.

This morning, before I even woke up, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. When I lifted the blanket, I saw that this thing was biting me with its mouth open.

I examined its mouth several times but couldn't find any structure resembling teeth. I have no idea how it manages to bite.

At first, he thought it was a prank doll that someone had secretly sneaked into his house and put inside, with a speaker inside to play pre-recorded audio.

But then he realized he didn't have any friends close enough to play such pranks.

The doll was lying quietly in Kusano Akira's hands, but as he checked which part of the doll's body the trumpet was placed on, and was about to check under the skirt,

The ugly doll then emitted a sharp, explosive sound, so loud that it even caused Kusano Akira, who was standing in front of it, to experience tinnitus.

Then he punched him in the face.

This doll feels like it's filled with cotton when you squeeze it, but this punch felt like a strong man punching it in the face.

"What's going on? Am I still half asleep...?"

Clutching his bleeding nose, Kusano Akira grabbed the head of the struggling doll and lifted it up.

He carefully observed the doll's appearance: green hair, and a mouth that looked more like it had been haphazardly cut open with scissors than a mouth. It was very crude and looked like the Kuchisake-onna from folklore.

The overall workmanship is slightly creepy, like the kind of dolls that often appear in horror movies.

I always felt that he looked somewhat similar to one of Kusano Akira's acquaintances.

　Swelling⌒：］★〔【ˇ～｛∧$§ “Wait a moment.”

Kusano Akira shook the hand holding the doll, interrupting its vile insults.

Kusano Akira stood up and went to the storage room. After rummaging around for a while, he found a rope and used it to tie the doll up.

Immediately afterwards, Kusano Akira went into the kitchen and rummaged through it to see if there was any leftover salt or a peach wood sword.

"Ah, only rock salt is left. I'm so sorry."

After searching for a while, he finally found a relatively large, block-shaped object in the kitchen. He placed it in front of the doll with an apologetic expression, as if he had guests visiting but could only offer them some cheap items.

"What do you mean by this! I'm not an evil spirit, this is an insult to my existence!"

Seeing Kusano Akira rubbing his hands together as if exorcising a spirit, and placing salt in front of it, the doll angrily wriggled its body, trying to crawl in front of Kusano Akira and give him another punch.

"Then tell me what you are, a moving doll. I can't think of any other possibility than an evil spirit."

"What do you mean, doll? Oh, right, I am a doll."

The doll initially objected, but then, as if remembering something, it looked down at its current body and nodded in agreement with Kusano Akira's words.

"..."

Kusano Akira stared blankly at the doll for a long time before yawning, tossing it onto the sofa, and walking alone into the bathroom.

"鵡气”∑咝≤〕Ai Yuhan·『: Seeing that Kusano Akira ignored it and went to wash up, the doll shut its chattering mouth, turned its head away, and thought to itself with annoyance.

Why a doll's body of all...?

Still so ugly...

This can't go on, this is a rare opportunity...

[What if they end up like me... No, I have to find a way to get back into 'my' body.]

At least, there must be one person's body.

With this in mind, its gaze hardened.

She stood up, completely unaffected by the rope, and went straight to Kusano Akira's schoolbag. She took out all his books and hid them in a corner, then crawled inside herself.

But after a while, it crawled out again, cleaned up the rock salt, and then crawled back in.

"Anyway, please bear with me here for now. I'll find a monk at noon... Where is he?"

When Kusano Akira came out of the washroom, the doll had disappeared along with its string, and the room was exactly the same as when he had just woken up.

"...Was it really just a hallucination?"

Kusano Akira searched the room in confusion, but after not finding the doll anywhere, he could only conclude that he was still half asleep.

Although nothing happened, there wasn't enough time for him to make breakfast, so he simply took out a fast-food sandwich and a bottle of milk from the refrigerator.

He was too lazy to heat it up, so he finished eating in a few bites, got dressed, slung his backpack and keyboard case over his shoulder, and headed out.

“I’ve made my move.”

After saying something to the empty room, Kusano Akira pushed open the door and went out.

As soon as he reached the first floor, he saw a slender and petite figure carrying a bag, standing obediently in the lobby, waiting for someone.

As soon as the figure appeared, Kusano Akira felt his backpack move, as if something was trying to pop out.

The figure saw Kusano Akira come out and slowly walked towards him.

"Mu? What brings you here?"

Only after the figure approached did Kusano Akira realize that it was Wakaba Mutsumi, whom he wanted to apologize to.

He hadn't expected to see Wakaba Mutsu here, but her arrival was just in time, as he was still wondering how to apologize to her.

"Gui'an..."

When Momo walked up to Akira Kusano, she looked up at him and saw the dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. She slowly opened her mouth and let her soft, clear voice reach Akira's ears, which invigorated him.

"How are you? Oh, how are you?"

Taken aback by Wakaba Mutsumi's greeting, Kusano Akira immediately thought of Tsukinomori, where Wakaba Mutsumi attended, as a famous aristocratic school.

Although it's unclear what her family does specifically, the family that can support her to go to the Moon Forest is probably not an ordinary family.

This way of speaking is perfectly normal; Nagasaki Motoyo also said "good luck" before.

"Are you here to see Su Shi?"

"No."

Ruo Yemu shook his head, his emotionless gaze fixed on the grass. This made the already somewhat nervous Ruo Yemu even more uncertain.

"Anyway, whatever you're here for, please listen to what I have to say."

Kusano Akira cleared his throat nervously and stood up straight, as if he were about to give a speech.