Mygo, are you all yanderes?

"..."

Slightly opening her eyes, Kikuri Hiroi watched the streets rushing past outside the car, the faint upward curve of her lips disappearing into the horizon along with the fading sunset.

Author's note: Is Hiroi's hair more of a magenta color?

I'll start adding extra chapters tomorrow. I said I'd add more chapters, but I accidentally opened the game as soon as I turned on my computer.

Volume 1: Chapter 175 (2k)

Since she was the only one in the back seat and the space was quite spacious, Shimizu Eliza took off her coat, folded it up casually, and used it as a pillow. She lay across the seat, leisurely tapping on her phone screen, and glanced at Hiroi Kikuri, who had been quiet since the earlier commotion, and asked a question.

"Speaking of which, Kiku, why do you always carry movie tickets with you? Do you actually enjoy watching movies? I've never seen that before."

"Hmph, you didn't expect that, did you?"

Hiroi Kikuri placed her hand on the slightly cool-touch car window. The wind from the rapid movement slipped through her fingers, gently lifting her hair. Hearing Shimizu Eliza's question, she draped her other arm over the back of the seat, striking a cool pose.

"The premise that 'Hiroi Kikuri looks slovenly and crazy, and does nothing but drink all day long, and even lives in a house that could easily be used as a haunted house, but actually has a hobby that is very different from her usual persona'—doesn't that make her quite endearing?"

"Oh, I get the sense of contrast."

Eliza Shimizu made a gun-firing gesture towards Kikuto Hiroi.

"As expected of Eliza, I knew you understood me."

Kikuri Hiroi returned the same gesture.

"So you only bought the movie ticket because of some so-called 'cute' moment?"

Shima, who was focused on driving, casually remarked.

"That's right!"

Kikuto Hiroi used the hand resting on the back of the chair to make a gun gesture to Shima.

"Then why did you specifically buy two tickets?"

"Well..."

When Shima asked her that question, Hiroi Kikuri's momentum immediately weakened. She awkwardly withdrew her hands, placed them in front of her chest, and twirled her index fingers together, looking very embarrassed.

"Because when I bought the tickets, everyone around me was in groups of couples, and I was the only one buying them alone. I felt like I would be laughed at if I bought the tickets alone. I have the pride of a musician and I didn't want to be looked down upon, so I impulsively bought two tickets. When I came to my senses, I was too embarrassed to return them..."

At this point, she gave a dry laugh, trying to cover up her unease.

"But wouldn't it be even more awkward if you went to see it all by yourself? You bought two tickets and thought your boyfriend was just absent because he had something to do, but it turns out he was just pretending. You'll be all alone at the movie theater, surrounded by couples kissing. And you, my friend, you're the real film critic, hehe. If I were a staff member, I would definitely laugh like that."

Eliza Shimizu put down her phone, rested her chin on Kiku Hiroi's rather thin shoulders, where she could even feel the bones protruding, and added with a wicked grin.

"That's definitely going to happen; they'll just be laughed at even more."

Shima added a sentence.

"Haha...I thought of that too...so I actually didn't plan to go..."

Hiroi Kikuri's voice grew weaker and weaker until it almost disappeared completely, showing no trace of her flamboyant stage presence. Fortunately, the car was not very spacious, so the other two could still hear her fairly clearly.

"What a waste of money! Is this what a bassist is like?"

Upon hearing Hiroi Kikuri's words, Shima's brows twitched involuntarily, and her tone became somewhat speechless.

"Ha ha……"

Hiroi Kikuri smiled awkwardly, her index finger spinning faster and faster in sync with her embarrassment.

"There are always some things in this world that people have to do no matter how unwilling they are... I just happened to be there..."

Although she knew her reasons were not sufficient, Hiroi Kikuri still struggled to justify her actions.

She's a bassist, the bassist known as the 'soul of the band,' the bassist who smokes, drinks, and plays around with women. How could she so easily back down and admit her mistakes in this matter?

No matter what happens, she has to be stubborn the first thing, even if her reasons are untenable. That's her forbearance... her rock and roll soul!

"Don't make your foolish behavior seem so justifiable."

Shima turned the steering wheel, glaring at the vehicle that had just passed by them and clearly violated traffic rules. She muttered a curse under her breath before quickly switching back to a normal tone and addressing Hiroi Kikuri.

"He's not exactly a fool, is he...?"

"It's just so stupid, isn't it, Eliza?"

"Um……"

Under the hopeless gaze of Hiroi Kikuri, Shimizu Eliza nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and then revealed a bright and cheerful smile.

"That's really silly~"

"Ugh... I knew it. She looks so cute, but her personality is actually quite cunning..."

Hiroi Kikuri withdrew her gaze, clenched her fists in resentment, bit her lip, and almost burst into tears.

"That despicable foreign culture! How could it produce a child who can say such hurtful things while wearing such a sunny smile?!"

"This is regional discrimination, it's unacceptable!"

Shimizu Iba glared at her, pretending to be very angry, and pinched Hiroi Kikuri's soft cheek.

"Kikuri, punish me!"

"I'm sorry, please let go of my face—if you keep pinching it, you'll disfigure me—"

Hiroi Kikuri's speech was somewhat unclear because her face was being pulled to one side, which caused her to beg for mercy in a muffled manner.

"I'm a foreigner, I don't understand Korean!"

"So you're starting to call yourself a foreigner now? Your Japanese is so good, or rather, that's Korean, isn't it? — Ouch, ouch, stop acting like that. I'm still a beautiful young woman, please cherish my current looks!"

"Hmph, if you do this again, you'll be in big trouble!"

After playfully tugging at Hiroi Kikuri's cheeks twice, Shimizu Eliza crossed her arms, snorted through her nose, and sat back down in her original spot.

"Waaaaah, my face is really going to be ruined... I'll borrow some skincare products from my senior next time... Never mind, I'll borrow from Hongxia instead... Never mind, I'll just buy them myself. I don't think any of the people in the Ijichi family would need that kind of stuff."

Kikumi Hiroi rubbed her face tenderly, muttering to herself.

"Hiroi, what you just said to that underling, you weren't serious, were you?"

Shima turned the steering wheel again.

"Haha... What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you just invite him to go to the movies with you?"

"Oh, didn't I say that I wouldn't lay a hand on a minor..."

"It's hard to say, but I think you were a bit serious just now."

"I really won't."

Volume 1: Chapter 173. Who has the green hair? (2k)

"That guy already has a girlfriend, you know. How could I possibly do something as bad as flirting with my boyfriend right in front of him?"

Kikuri Hiroi chuckled softly, brushing her index finger across the tear that had welled up in the corner of her eye, taking away a glistening drop.

"Female companion... Indeed, the green-haired girl next to him is so young, you probably couldn't even flirt with her."

Remembering the girl with the unfriendly look next to Kusano Akira when she apologized privately earlier, a girl with a green hue who looked somewhat familiar, like someone she'd seen on TV, Shima nodded in agreement, and casually made a sarcastic remark about Hiroi Kikuri.

"...You mean green hair?"

But to her surprise, Hiroi Kikuri didn't respond to her sarcastic remark immediately as usual. Instead, her eyes widened suddenly, and she seemed somewhat surprised.

"Isn't it Bo...isn't it pink-haired?"

"No, the pink-haired girl you mentioned doesn't seem to know him; they just happened to be standing next to each other. The one he actually knows is a green-haired girl. I feel like I've seen her somewhere before..."

"I know, you're talking about that girl who looks like a doll and has a ponytail #¤$′○〃○◎☆∥(swellingｚAｑu:ko, right? Her name is Wakaba Mutsumi~"

Eliza Shimizu excitedly showed the two people in front of her a photo of Mutsumi Wakaba from her childhood days, which she had found on her phone.

"Oh right, Wakaba Mutsu, I've seen the shows she was on when she was little. I never expected that you, as a foreigner, would watch Japanese variety shows."

Although she couldn't turn back because she was driving, Shimizu Eliza's reminder brought back relevant memories to Shima's mind.

"I don't really look at it, but this child is just too exquisite~ It's like he stepped out of an anime."

Eliza Shimizu's fingers flew across the screen, displaying her photo inventory.

"This is the first time I've ever met someone in real life who looks like they stepped out of a painting~ By the way, that pink-haired kid is actually quite cute~"

"Hey, Kiku, why aren't you saying anything?"

As they were talking, Shimizu Eliza suddenly noticed Hiroi Kikuri's silence, tilted her head in surprise, and reached out to pat the other's shoulder.

Hiroi Kikuri would normally chime in with a few words at this point, so why is she suddenly so silent? Is it because she hasn't been drinking?

"...It's nothing, I just suddenly feel a little carsick."

Her fingertips dug deeply into her palms, cold sweat trickling down her forehead, tracing the graceful curve of her face, and staining the neckline of her vest. Hiroi Kikuri's pupils suddenly contracted, her face turning pale. When Shimizu Eliza put her arm around her shoulder, she trembled in shock, then forced a smile that looked more like a grimace as she met her gaze.

"You get motion sickness even if you don't drink alcohol...?"

"Yes, yes, that's just how I am. No, I need to sleep now, I'm about to throw up if I hold on any longer...".∧(

After hastily making up an excuse, Hiroi Kikuri draped her coat over herself as a blanket, closed her eyes, and pretended to fall into a deep sleep, but her hands and eyelashes, exposed to the car's air conditioning, were still trembling uncomfortably.

"Oh, then you should go to sleep."

Eliza Shimizu pulled her body back out and quietly scrolled through her phone, while Shima casually turned off the car's air conditioning.

........................

"Great, a normal movie is really great!"

Walking out of the movie theater side by side, Kusano Akira stretched and relaxed his muscles, which had become stiff from sitting for two hours straight, and said happily.

"It wasn't very good-looking either."

Unlike Kusano Akira, Ruoye Mutsu didn't appear as happy. She simply grabbed a piece of popcorn from the large bucket she was holding and chewed it, but her relaxed gait revealed that she was actually in a good mood.

"You don't understand. People who haven't experienced hell can't appreciate the value of peace."

He opened his mouth, took the popcorn that Wakaba Mutsu handed to him, chewed it in a few bites and swallowed it, then stretched out his index finger and waved it from side to side.

"I was also very moved by this movie trip. It turns out that I haven't lost my appreciation for movies, and I haven't had my yearning for beauty destroyed by Toyokawa's almost distorted aesthetics. This world is so beautiful, with bright sunshine, singing flowers, and such fresh air."

Kusano Akira took a deep breath of Tokyo air, which was anything but fresh.

"Sunny?"

Ruoye Mu looked up at the sky. When they first entered the movie theater, the sky was still bathed in the glow of the sunset, but now it was filled with only silent desolation and darkness.

"The sunshine in my heart is very bright." (Zero)

"Oh."

Overall, Kusano Akira was quite satisfied with today's itinerary.

This morning, my relationship with Toyokawa Shoko deepened, and this afternoon, on my way out with Wakaba Mutsu, I encountered quite a few good things: I met a great band at a live house and met someone who really wanted to make friends with me—although it was a bit of a shame that I was rejected.

Then we watched a movie. I thought he would be averse to movies because of Toyokawa Shoko and the old man, but after watching a really serious movie, I found that everything wasn't as serious as I thought.

The only downside is that this is a romance film, surrounded by sweet couples, making the atmosphere really awkward.

Kusano Akira wasn't a big fan of romance movies, especially since he was being pursued so passionately by Takamatsu Akira. Fortunately, the movie was decent, but everyone around him was just looking for a place to show off their love, with either saccharine sweet talk or sudden displays of affection; few were truly immersed in the film.

Akira Kusano felt the film was a waste of money.

Unlike him, Ruoye Mu was quite interested in these kinds of romantic movies. She was one of the few who got so engrossed in a film that she noticed her eyes were shining when I was secretly observing her.

When the movie ended, I ran into a few guys who had secretly come to ask Wakaba Mutsu for his contact information without their girlfriends' knowledge. But for some reason, as soon as they said it, they looked horrified and backed away.

Was he scared by Wakaba Mutsu? If so, it's no wonder these guys couldn't get his contact information. If they had been as persistent as him and hadn't been swayed by fear, how could they not have gotten it?

"...":

With small, quick steps, Ruoye Mu lowered her head and remained silent, only stuffing popcorn into Kusano Akira's mouth.

"Wait, I can't eat anymore."

He swallowed one popcorn after another, popcorn constantly appearing at his lips. Seeing this, Kusano Akira stretched out his palm to signal Wakaba Mutsu to stop, and smiled helplessly.

Volume 1: Chapter 174. Humans Don't Understand Romance (2k)

"I know I'm likable, but please don't keep feeding me. What if you break the perfect weight balance that I've been working so hard to maintain?"

"..."