"Poor constitution."
Asakusa Toru's hand slipped inside, his fingers stirring lazily as he spoke.
"Cold body."
"Weak."
"Get more sunlight. Sweat it out."
Hearing that, Kushida Kikyo rolled her eyes and looked up at him. "I sweat enough in bed already."
"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point. Don't tell you actually plan to do it here?"
Just thinking about it made her feel hot. Half a month ago, it had still been fine—there had been a breeze—but for so reason, today felt especially suffocating.
"If you want to, we can," Toru replied.
The mont he finished speaking, his left hand was pinned in place. His freed right arm wrapped around Sakura's waist, but he didn't go any further.
His fingertips were already damp, and the response he felt made it clear—the girl pressed against him wasn't exactly desperate.
Or rather, her impatience needed to be redirected.
Still, Toru had no intention of doing anything here.
Mainly because he hadn't brought a change of clothes. Walking around sticky afterward would be annoying.
If he wanted to unlock a new location scene, he could wait until night. His "Mama Kushida" would definitely find that more exciting.
For today, he would stick to what he had planned.
"But not now." Before Kushida could respond, Toru pulled out his terminal.
The blog comnt section was already open.
'Did you notice when our eyes t? I did.'
His finger hovered over that line.
"For now, let's talk about how to deal with this guy," he said.
Following his words, Sakura lowered her head and looked at the screen.
Her relaxed body stiffened instantly. Tension spread through her.
"Uu…"
The timid girl let out a weak sound.
Kushida also glanced down.
The mont she read it, she frowned. "What is this?"
"A stalker?"
"Seriously? Soone like that exists in this school?"
"Class D trash… no, probably not." After filtering through her knowledge, she shook her head. "No one in our class pays attention to your Mama Sakura. With those glasses, you really do look like a background character."
"Teachers…" Kushida paused, recalling the earlier diary entry criticizing the first-year horoom teachers.
One normal person, three abnormal ones.
But none of them fit the profile of a stalker.
"So…"
"Staff?" she concluded.
A simple elimination.
"…Mm." Sakura nodded weakly. "He's… from the electronics store… the front desk."
"I noticed him when I first bought my cara… so I've been avoiding him ever since."
But over ti, his behavior had only escalated.
"He… sent a lot of harassnt letters." She bit her lip.
Perhaps because she could feel Toru's warmth so clearly, even though she still looked timid, she found herself able to speak out the anxiety she had suppressed for so long.
"So we have both witnesses and evidence?"
After confirming the target, Toru put away his terminal.
Handwriting could be analyzed. Online comnts weren't truly anonymous.
The ans to crush him had already been handed over by the man himself.
A simple report to the school could easily cost him his job.
"But that's not enough," Toru said.
"My sense of revenge is… a little strong."
"If all he gets is losing his job, that's too lenient."
He paused, placing his hand on Sakura's head, gently stroking her soft hair.
"If I don't completely crush him, I won't feel at ease."
Sakura's mood lifted slightly under his touch—then imdiately shrank again at his words filled with killing intent.
"Uu…" she whispered, shrinking. "W-won't… he… retaliate?"
"If you don't crush him, that's when he'll retaliate," Kushida rolled her eyes.
This timid girl was way too naïve.
"People like him—ntally twisted types—if they get fired because of a report, they won't just turn over a new leaf." Kushida glanced at Sakura's chest and sighed. "If anything, he'll wait outside the school for your graduation and follow you ho."
"Three years of resentnt… who knows what he'll do."
People who obsess over idols like this were often the most unpredictable.
So Kushida fully agreed with Toru.
This had to be dealt with thoroughly.
"But how to crush him is another question," she added, glancing at Toru. "That's why you called too, right?"
"You want to discuss it."
"Still, I'm surprised. I thought you'd just make a decision and handle it yourself." She pinched his thigh lightly, raising an eyebrow. "What? Been calling 'Mom' so much you lost your backbone?"
Her teasing tone and restless hands made her intentions obvious.
She wanted to provoke him.
Wanted him to snap, pick her up, throw her onto a bed, and bully her properly.
Toru's restrained fingers already proved it.
His muscles tensed. Despite the dampness, his fingers still moved slightly.
Without hesitation, he pressed in a bit further before speaking.
"Because I'm conflicted."
"If I want to make him suffer more, the easiest way is to set a trap. Let my Mama Sakura lure him in, record everything, maybe escalate things… 'attempted assault' carries more weight than harassnt."
"But I don't like that."
"Why should Airi have to endure disgust just to bait soone like him?"
Sakura Airi wasn't Hoshinomiya Chie.
She was pure. Gentle.
Using her as bait? Absolutely not.
He wasn't so incompetent that he needed to use his own woman to solve things.
(Using Kushida to bait Sakura didn't count.)
"Honestly, maybe I should just track his routine, find a blind spot with no caras, and beat him up every day," Toru muttered.
His hand movents paused.
After fighting Ayanokoji for so long, his mind had no patience for complicated sches anymore.
Violence. Violence. More violence.
With overwhelming power in his hands, his instincts scread to just beat the man down.
But he couldn't.
Rules existed. Caras existed.
It was… troubleso.
"Whoosh—"
A rare breeze passed through, easing the heat slightly.
Toru stopped thinking.
Sches were too much trouble.
He already had power. He had tools. Why stick to conventional thods?
Just monts ago, a plan had crossed his mind.
Use "Shizuku's" account to lure the target. Use voice manipulation to provoke him. Use focused lighting to force his movent—make him fall from a height.
It was workable.
But he discarded it imdiately.
Too complicated.
He wanted sothing simpler. More direct.
For example—
Break his mind first.
...
"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"
"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"
"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"
Annoying.
"—Smack!"
A loud slap echoed as he struck near his ear—but his hand ca away empty.
Missed again.
"What the hell is going on lately?! Where are these mosquitoes coming from?!"
Employee A, who worked at the electronics store inside Advanced Nurturing High, was in a terrible mood lately.
The reason?
At fixed tis—lunch break, after school—whenever students gathered, that buzzing sound started.
Damn high schoolers bringing in mosquitoes!
He fud internally, but dared not voice it.
He was just a clerk.
Better to endure. It would quiet down eventually.
Besides, with enrollnt season over, fewer custors were buying electronics anyway.
Might as well scroll through Shizuku's blog.
Hehe… my Shizuku…
"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"
The sound returned.
"—Smack!"
AHHHHHHH!!!
CAN YOU JUST DIE, YOU DAMN MOSQUITO?!
He slapped his face repeatedly, leaving it slightly red and swollen.
Passing students glanced at him, whispering.
More pressure.
His breathing grew heavier.
He couldn't take it anymore.
"I—I'm going to the restroom…"
Muttering an excuse, he grabbed a "Temporarily Closed" sign and hurried away.
This had to be because there were too many students attracting mosquitoes!
He rushed into the restroom.
"..."
Silence.
Clean, disinfected, tolerable.
Finally, peace.
No more mosquitoes—
"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
He snapped.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
He slamd his fists against the stall door.
"DIE! DIE! DIE! JUST DIE!!!"
He couldn't take it anymore!!!
I'm leaving early. Going ho. The dorm doesn't have mosquitoes.
Employee A fled.
He abandoned his duties completely. Losing a day's pay didn't matter. The school wasn't strict with staff anyway.
Today—closed.
He ran, frantic, eyes bloodshot.
Behind him, Toru followed at an unhurried pace.
Destination: staff dormitory.
Honestly, Toru was a bit surprised.
He had only harassed him for half an hour.
Sure, the buzzing was annoying, but this guy's tolerance was pathetic.
He broke too quickly.
But it wasn't enough.
After a night's sleep, he'd recover.
So Toru had to follow him ho.
"Ding—"
Adjusting his plain glasses, Toru casually stepped into the sa elevator.
He pressed a lower floor.
The elevator stopped.
"Ha… ha… ha…"
The man's heart pounded. His vision tunneled. He just wanted to get ho.
Sweat dripped. His hands trembled as he opened the door.
"Click."
Door shut. Shoes kicked off.
He returned to his sanctuary.
Posters. Photos. ssages.
Everything about Shizuku.
Everything—everything—everything—
So comforting.
"Hah… haha… hahahaha—"
He collapsed onto the bed, tension finally releasing.
Saved.
This place was high up. No mosquitoes could get in.
Finally… peace.
He stared blankly at the ceiling.
Shizuku's smiling face filled the room.
It should've comforted him.
But—
For so reason, irritation crept back in.
"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"
The sound returned.
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