Chapter 3
We broke up right then and there, but I honestly don't remember how I got home.
I thought it was a dream, but Toraga's cell phone number on my cell phone told me it was not a dream.
I looked at that number many times as I lay on my bed, and I writhed.
The stuffed animal on my pillow falls to the floor, and I gently put it back on the pillow in horror as its glassy eyes look at me resentfully. I am truly sorry. I will look around properly.
Oh, I love you, I really love you. I've already memorized the numbers. Now I can call you anytime I need something. No, I won't call you myself! But if I call this number, it will be connected to Toramasa's cell phone, right? What? Isn't it dangerous to think about it calmly? It's connected, wow.
That day I was too excited to sleep.
When I went to school the next day, Ichika was the first to talk to me. She asked me what happened yesterday, but I couldn't tell her the truth, so I told her I was dying of a stomachache. I'm pretty sure she knew.
After that, nothing much happened with Toraga, and we went back to our normal daily routine.
I returned to where I should have been, or rather, this is my daily life. I spend my school days in a very normal way, regardless of the target.
Speaking of the attackers, I think I mentioned that there are seven attackers in this game; one is a hidden character who appears at the end, but the other six appear in the game as normal. If I had to name one more reason why this game has become so popular, I would say it is the love triangle event.
Even if you focus on one of the six players, there is always some kind of relationship with the other character, and by the end of the game, they are competing with each other for the main character.
If you want to capture Toramasa, the one who comes up in the love triangle event is Toramasa's childhood friend, a flirtatious, womanizing, charlatan. He is Saionji Koya. He is known as “Ki-kun” among his fans. Toraga, by the way, is “Kuro-chan.
Koyo-kun was bored with a life where he had been able to do whatever he wanted since he was a child, so he got involved with girls in search of stimulation. He is popular because of his good looks. There is no girl he can't get. Then, the main character appeared. As he gets involved with the protagonist, who does not fall easily, he finds himself seriously falling for the protagonist. He was anxious and afraid of the feeling of love that he had never known before, and tried to reject the hero, but he suffered from the contradiction of not wanting to leave the hero. He says with tears in his eyes, “I love you. I think it is unbelievable. But I love you so much that I can't help it. and embracing her, the girls in the world squealed with joy.
It's great to see a character who always seems so relaxed shedding tears and wanting the main character. This was a scene that really hit home with me. I'm telling you, this is not cheating.
When I wanted to capture Huang Ya-kun, Toraga appeared as a love triangle partner, so I captured Huang Ya-kun a few times just to see that. I'll say it again. It is not cheating.
The four guys after that are the same way.
Kujo Aoi, the student council president and a prince character, Akamine Natsuki, who is in the same class as the main character.
The younger character, Ayato Momoyama, is in the first grade, and his homeroom teacher, Yukari Shishido, is in the second grade.
The last hidden character is the protagonist's brother-in-law, Mr. Jade. This Jade is the only character who is not involved in the love triangle.
Each and every one of them has their own personality and is a great character. I really think it was a good game.
I've played all of them and cried at every storyline.
It's a really good game. The main character is cute, hardworking and kind, and I love all the characters. The best is Toraga. I can't give up on this one.
I wonder which character the main character is going to attack…. No, I shouldn't say “attack”. Which one will he fall in love with…? Who will be the one to unfold that wonderful story among so many different and fascinating characters?
Maybe they will fall in love with an ordinary student instead of an attacker. I believe that this world is a game, but not everything is a game. Everyone is alive. It's not like a game where you control them with a button.
Just as I am alive now, the protagonist and the people around him are all alive, thinking and acting on their own.
…I am thinking and acting on my own.
Even if my actions at that time were wrong, this is my life.
No matter what anyone says, no matter what they say, that the game has gone crazy, I too am alive in this world. Even if it's a mob or whatever, I want to live my life with no regrets too.
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One day after school, I was at home reading manga when a song came on my cell phone announcing an incoming phone call.
I sang along with it as it started with the rousing chorus part of a popular female singer, and looked at the caller to see who it was.
I looked at the name of the person on the other end of the line and threw the phone down on the bed.
The phone bounced a few times before settling on the bed. My heart, however, did not calm down like the phone.
But I quickly huffed, grabbed the phone, and with trembling fingers pressed the call button.
Hello?”
My voice trailed off, but I couldn't care less.
It took you so long to pick up.
I hear a handsome voice on my cell phone. And it was close to my ear. Oh, this is a bad guy.
I quickly put my phone on speaker and put it in the middle of the bed, then got down on my knees on the floor.
I said, “I'm sorry! I didn't expect to get a call from Mr. Kurotetsu!
Yes, it was Toraga on the other end of the phone.
Today is the anniversary of the first phone call from Toramasa. Let's cook red rice.
What the hell did we exchange numbers for? I haven't received any texts or calls.
“No, no, no, I can't be so afraid to contact you!”
You're looking good as usual.
“Yes, I am. I'm so healthy that I'm troubled by the fact that I'm too energetic every day. I'm even more energized now that I hear your voice, Kurotetsu-san.
As I said that, I heard laughter coming from my cell phone. Wow, it's not fair that he's handsome even when he laughs.
I mean, Toraga was such a laughable person. I didn't know he laughed until the end of the game…I'll make a note of it.
I'll make a note of it.
I immediately replied, “I'm free. I immediately replied, “I'm free tomorrow.
Tomorrow was Saturday, so I was certainly free, but if Toramasa said I was free on a weekday, I would be free on a weekday, too. I'm not sure if I'm going to be free tomorrow or not, but I'm sure I will be.
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–I'm in the presence of God.
I went to the meeting place in front of the station that was told to me yesterday and waited for a while, then the god appeared.
He was dressed in black, but he looked so determined. It is probably because of his good face, height, and body. A normal high school boy would not look this good in this outfit. He is worn by his clothes. He would look too determined, and on the contrary, he would look like a pain. And yet, this man was wearing his clothes as if they had been chosen by a stylist. I think God really likes him too much. I want her to share some of that with me.
I was not supposed to cry in front of people, so I only worshipped her lightly. I tried not to cry, imagining a jolly old man dancing in his underwear in my brain.
Toramasa approached me with a wry smile on his face.
It's been a while.
It's been a long time. You look as beautiful as ever…”
You're overreacting.
I'm not overreacting! Really, you look great in casual wear too…
Don't cry.
I'm trying my best to hold back.
The jolly old man in his underpants danced even harder in my brain.
The first time I saw him, I was so excited that I had to put even more pressure on my eyes to keep the tears from coming out.
Let's go.” I followed behind him like a little duck as he walked with his hands in his pockets.
I didn't know where we were going today. I didn't know where I was going today, but I was happy to go anywhere as long as Toraya was with me.
There were many people in front of the station. As I was chasing after the big back so as not to bump into anyone, I entered a building.
I entered the building and found that it was a pancake store that has recently become a popular place for high school girls to eat pancakes.
I heard a cute staff member's voice saying, “Welcome! I looked around the cute store as I heard the cute staff's voice, “Welcome!
Oh, I see! She couldn't get in here by herself, so that's why she called me here!
Toraga must have been curious because she likes sweets…I remember she went to a cake buffet with the main character in the game sequel… Really cute. I love the gap from his rugged face to his sweet tooth.
Poof, cigarettes! Liquor! Woman! He looks like a woman…. No, I'm sure he likes to smoke and drink too. The game was deceptive in its vague wording, but you can find it at …….
Apparently we had called and made a reservation, so we were seated immediately.
The restaurant is noticeably crowded with girls and couples. I can't go to this one alone.
I was so full of energy and I was so full of stomach when I saw Toraga, but I couldn't let Toraga order alone.
I ordered the pancake labeled “our No. 1 pancake,” and Toramasa ordered the pancake labeled “No. 2. Toramasa's pancake was full of chocolate, and mine was full of strawberries and whipped cream.
I dreaded the thought of counting calories. I don't care anymore. Today I eat without thinking.
You don't pull it off, do you?
“Yes?”
While waiting for pancakes. I was looking at the menu list to kill some time when Toraga suddenly spoke to me and I immediately answered in a questioning tone.
'Normally I would pull you if I brought you to a place like this.'
I had the knowledge. I couldn't answer, so I said, “I won't pull it. I thought she was rather cute. I thought it was cute. No, she was cute as shit. Was it because I was in love with her or because I knew she was that kind of character? All I could think was that she was cute. I even want to see her devouring the cute pancakes that don't suit her face as soon as possible.
She's really weird.”
Saying so, Toraga laughed like a small fool and said nothing else.
We were the only quiet seats in the noisy restaurant. But I didn't mind at all. The person I love is right in front of me. That alone made me happy.
When the pancakes arrived, Toraga ate them with great speed.
He ate it as if he were a carnivore eating raw meat. He ate and ate with such vigor that the pancake looked like a piece of meat. The pancake looked like a piece of meat.
I unintentionally forgot about eating the pancake and gazed at Toramasa's pancake-eating scene.
What the…?”
He stopped eating and looked at me as if to glare at me, but I couldn't help but smirk at him because of the presence of the whipped cream on the edge of his mouth.
Toraga, who was put in a bad mood by my attitude, glared at me even more and the crease between his eyebrows deepened.
I hurriedly apologized for my smirk and said, “There's whipped cream on it. I pointed to the whipped cream on the side of his mouth.
For a moment, Toramasa stopped moving, thought for a moment, and then flicked his tongue out and licked the cream off the side of his mouth with his tongue.
Now here is the problem. In 100 words or less, what was in my mind when I saw that scene?
–I don't need 100 words.
I don't need 100 words. I can say it in one word. It was fucking erotic. I want everyone to read how much emotion I put into those five words. Just as you would say “precious” or “emo” when you look at a person you admire, this word “fucking erotic” is filled with a variety of emotions. I think it is timeless and has the same value as the word “nakashi” in the Heian period.
Because, wait, let's calm down. …my guess, my guess, my guess's tongue …… hah, calm down, my guess's tongue …… flicked out… and licked off the whipped cream on the side of my lips… Oh, my heart! It's so erotic…. So erotic that it brought tears to my eyes.
I don't think there is anyone who can make me feel so erotic with just one tongue. Thank you, God. Thank you, Toraga-sama. Your existence is truly precious….
What kind of tears are those?
Tears of gratitude for Kurotetsu-san's eroticism.
“Erotic… you…”
Your tongue…Kurotetsu-san's tongue is unbelievably erotic. You are already R18 in existence. Minors will fall in love with you because of your eroticism when they see you. I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you.
All right, shut up for now.
Wiss.
No. You talkative mouth! Why are you blabbing on and on about nothing! This guy, this guy, this guy!
I bit my lip and self-punished myself, and then, much later, I started eating my pancake.
–I didn't leave the restaurant until some time after that.
I didn't leave the restaurant until some time after that, simply because I was too late to eat my pancake! Toramasa-san is seriously amazing for eating such a huge pancake at the speed of light! I respect you! Please be my pancake-eating master! I'm aiming for the world! ～I will be the king of eating pancakes fast!
That pancake was a lot of pancakes, and more than anything, I struggled with the cream in the second half.
The amount of cream was just too much. The amount of whipped cream was so much that even I, who prefer water to three meals because it makes me sick (lol), ordered a cup of tea on the way to the restaurant.
But I ate it all because I didn't want to leave it behind…. I was too lazy to leave it, so I ate the whole thing……..
As I was walking slowly along the road to the station, struggling with the cream still in my stomach, Toraga stopped and looked back at me.
What are you doing here?
“Yes, by train.”
The question came out of nowhere, and for a moment I forgot why I had come this far, but I managed to remember and answered, “I'll walk you home.
I'll walk you home.
Oh, no, I can't be bothered…”
But he ignored my words and started walking away.
I followed him again, and he brought me not inside the station, but to a parking lot outside the station.
Huh? Do they have something to do? I thought, and then one of them. He stopped at a place where a motorcycle was parked and took out a helmet from the motorcycle and handed it to me.
I was puzzled and put a question mark on my face, but he put the helmet on my head without saying a word.
Then he said, “Get on. He pointed to the back of the bike and I finally realized that he was going to give me a ride.
(By “give me a ride,” he meant give me a ride on his motorcycle!)
I thought he meant to take me to the station, so I panicked when I realized it was a motorcycle.
I had never experienced riding a motorcycle, even in a previous life, and I didn't know how to ride one. Besides, motorcycles are supposed to be close together, right ……? You mean feeling Toraga's strong back and hugging his well-trained waist, right?
I can't!”
What?”
I exclaimed, and Toraya wrinkled his brow as if intimidating me. “What?” might be closer to “Arrrrrr? might be closer to “Aaah! It's not fair to suddenly make me feel like a delinquent. You looked so cute eating pancakes just a few minutes ago. Comeback cute Tora Masa. The delinquent version is cool, but now I'm looking for the cute Toraga.
I don't know how to ride a bike, and I thought you said that bikes were supposed to be very close together…very close together!
I'm just going to ride behind you.
I'm just going to ride on the back. But you have to put your hands around my waist!
Just get on.
There is no right of refusal. I knew that. Yeah, yeah. So a mobster like me is supposed to shut up and do what you say. Yes, yes. No, it's just the best reward I've ever had, but are you okay? I'm going to have a heart attack tomorrow, aren't I? Won't I die? Are you okay? Are you sure?
I sat down in the position I was told and Toraga sat in front of me and started the engine. The loud noise of the bike made my shoulders shake.
Grab my arm,” he said, and took my arm.
He took my arm and put it around his waist.
“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Hips! Smell! My back! Congratulations, me! You have nothing left to think about! I don't care if I'm a bug in my next life! I was so happy in this life! Is your nose bleeding? Are you okay?
You're going to fall down.”
I was so sorry, but I was already hugging Toraga's waist.
Oh no, the body heat transmitted through my clothes is awful. He's alive. His back is wide. I've never seen anything like this before. What a manly back…Tunku. It's the kind of back and waist that will make even a woman who has forgotten her love remember it again. This will bring peace to the world. I see, Toraga was a brave man who saved the world. I'm about the size of villager H, right? No, or even a daphnia. Anything that lives in the same world is fine. I'm glad I was born a human being in this world.
As I felt Toraga's waist and back and gave thanks for being born as a human being, the bike started to run.
I was so excited to be riding a bike for the first time that I clung to Toraya desperately to keep from falling off.
Sorry if my nose was bleeding. I'll buy you new clothes if you get them dirty. Oh no, I feel nauseous again…. I really want you to stop making me nauseous when I get excited…. I want to be honestly excited.
The motorcycle carrying us passed through a familiar town and arrived in front of the school.
He told me where to go, I told him I was fine here and I got off the bike.
As soon as my feet hit the ground, I wobbled and leaned against the gate, holding my nose as I thanked Toraga.
Thank you very much….
What happened to your nose?
“It's just a nosebleed, don't worry about it.
I see.”
After saying that, Toraga lightly patted me on the head and rode away on his motorcycle.
I died on the spot.
When I managed to get home in a dying state, I noticed a text message on my cell phone.
The sender was Toramasa.
How many events are you going to include in such a short period of time?
Yesterday's phone call, today's pancake, two asses on the bike. And a text message.
Yeah, tomorrow is the anniversary of my death? I mean, I'm too scared to open my email.
After 30 minutes of staring at my phone in my room.
I finally managed to open the email.
The message was simple and concise, just like Toramasa.
I'm sorry for making you go out with me today.
That was all it said.
I was so happy and it was a memory I will cherish forever. Tomorrow it's going to rain spears! He never bows his head or apologizes at any time, and for that reason he is looked up to, feared, resented, and admired by the other delinquents.
What's wrong, Toraga? What's the matter, Toraya, did you eat something bad?
I moved my finger and sent a text message back to Toraga.
'No way! I was so happy, the pancakes were delicious! Kurotetsu-san eating the pancakes was really cute… I was shown something good. I can't thank you enough…. And thank you for giving me a ride to school. The bike was cool! Riding his bike, Kurotetsu-san really is like a collection of all the coolest people in the world, and I was worried that I might get a nosebleed…. If they were dirty, please let me know so I can buy you new clothes. I will remember today for the rest of my life.
That's funny… I wrote only what I wanted to say, but the sentence became long.
There was nothing to cut out, so I just left it as it was and hit send.
I looked at my cell phone for a while, wondering if I would get an email back. I looked at my cell phone for a while and wondered if I would get a reply, but no reply came back no matter how long it took. I was a little heartbroken, thinking that this is what mobs are like.
But that night.
I was relaxing in my room after taking a bath when I received a call from my cell phone.
I hurriedly picked up my cell phone, looked at the person on the other end, and pressed the call button at high speed.
Eeeeeee! Not “Yes! Hello!
Why are you so loud when you answer the phone?
I'm sorry, I'll be quiet. I'm so sorry.
Oh, I heard a click of tongue through the phone. Ugh, that's painful.
Don't send such a long message, it's a pain in the ass to read.
Yes, I'll be careful from now on…”
The tone of voice sounded somewhat irritated. I thought I had offended him and apologized, to which he replied, “It's not your fault.
Does that mean he's annoyed, even though it's not my fault?
I wonder what he's irritated about: ……. Something similar happened in a game: …….
I'm pretty sure it was the one where the main character noticed something wrong with Toraga and asked him about it, after they had a fight. ……
The main character is a very good person, and he is very good at being able to forget about the things he doesn't like when he is fighting, but when he is alone after the fight, he thinks about a lot of things and he gets very irritated.
But the main character treats Toraga kindly, and Toraga gradually opens up to him as he feels the warmth of other people. In the game, there was such an exchange.
…I'm amazed at the heroine's openness when I think about it again. If I were just a high school student with no memory of my previous life, I would be too scared to approach her. She is a heroine, after all. I respect her.
Maybe there's another reason why Toraga is so frustrated right now, but I can't ask him about it. But I can't ask her that. He is a mob.
But if he is annoyed because of what I think he is annoyed about, I would like to see it disappear, even if only a little. With that in mind, I opened my mouth.
“Mr. Black Iron.
What is it?
“I like you, Kurotetsu-san.”
“Is that so?
I know I'm not much use to you, but if you need anything at all, please tell me anything. I will do whatever I can.
I can't say anything good like a heroine. I don't have the vocabulary or the phrasing to move people's hearts.
Still, I wanted to comfort Toraga in my own way, in my own mob way.
If he did not receive love from his parents, I want to love him for that.
If you want love, if you want to know about love, I want to teach you.
That is the role of a heroine, and yet this mob thought that it was unbecoming of a heroine.
After I said this, Toraga fell silent for a long while and then muttered something.
I'm going to tell you what I'm going to do.
What? …….”
I could feel my heart thumping.
The first thing to do is to make sure that you have a good time. Two high school students meeting at that hour…I can imagine a lot of things. …… I have memories of my past life, and I've had a lot of…experiences, and I think …… that it might be possible. I don't know, but I don't think Toraga is lacking in girls, so I don't think he'd be interested in me….
As my thoughts raced around in circles, I heard another voice on my cell phone.
I'm just kidding.
It's a lie. He would never ask me to come to his house just for a joke.
Mr. Kurotetsu, it's me.
Call my name.
I'm going to Kurotetsu-san's house. I was about to say that, but Toraga interrupted me.
I wonder why he asked me to call him by his name. But I don't ask him that. I don't think he would ever tell me even if I asked him, and I don't think I should go that far.
“Toramasa.
It's …….
I love you, Toraga-san. I like you more than anyone else in the world.
I'm not sure if it's a good idea to have a new name, but I'm sure it's a good idea to have a new name.
I'm not sure what I was born to do.
-I wonder what I was born to do.
A voice so loud that you can't hear it if you don't listen carefully.
The words were the lines he had said in the middle of the game. The protagonist heard him muttering these words while looking at the sky on a rainy rooftop.
Words I shouldn't have heard. So I pretended I didn't hear the words. I just talked about what I liked about Toramasa to cover it up. He didn't say anything, but I kept talking until he did.
I wish I could make Toramasa so happy that he could no longer think that way, so that he would be glad that he was born.
No matter how much I told Toramasa of my love for him, it would never change. If I had been the heroine, would anything have changed at this time? If I had been the heroine, would I have been able to touch Toraga's heart?
That is something I, as a mob member, will never know.
–From that day on, our relationship changed a little.
Toramasa started calling me whenever he had something to say. And I would talk about him incessantly. All the time until he calmed down.
I don't know what he is thinking when he calls me. I don't know, but the fact that Toramasa is calling me makes me feel that I don't need a reason.
And we don't talk at school. Even if we made eye contact, I would immediately look away. Before I knew it, it had become an unspoken agreement.
