My love is abyss mode

Chapter 114 Cat: I really want to call the police

October 11th, Sunday.

Shirakawa Momo wasn't fully awake yet, but she could already hear the soft, gentle sound of raindrops tapping on the glass.

The intense heat pressed against my back. I opened my eyes, but the room was still dimly lit.

When she got out of bed, her legs felt weak involuntarily. She glanced back at Kuronuma, who was still fast asleep, and her already empty and lifeless golden eyes dimmed even more.

I was angry, but I didn't kick him awake.

Having broken her principles, what should she do next? Shirakawa Momo pondered anxiously, a sense of confusion welling up within her. After staring blankly for a moment, she decided to focus on the task at hand first.

Picking up the clothes thrown on the ground, I mechanically moved my aching legs out of the room.

Let's go look for a house today.

Upon entering the living room, Shirakawa Momo gazed out the balcony window at the vast sky. Thick rain clouds hung heavy over the streets, making Tokyo a somber and gloomy place.

She recalled Kuronuma Kiba saying that Tokyo was a complex and indifferent city, and her lips twitched with dissatisfaction.

People from Hokkaido are so annoying. If you don't like them, why come to Tokyo?

"Gui'an."

A voice devoid of any emotion reached her ears, and Shirakawa Momo's gaze shifted from the vibrant green catnip on the balcony to the dining table.

Hatsushiro Ryo sat at the dining table, draped in a black and white checkered blanket, nodding and greeting her expressionlessly. The backlight of his laptop screen painted a bright color on his short white hair.

"Good morning." Shirakawa Momo turned her face away, angrily walking quickly towards the bathroom, thinking of the humiliation of last night.

She threw her dirty clothes into the washing machine, stood in front of the mirror, and turned on the tap to wash herself.

As the toothpaste turned into foam in her mouth, Shirakawa Momo stared blankly at herself in the mirror, her deep and dreamy golden eyes suddenly shining.

Did Liang just talk to me?
Her eyes widened, her pupils contracted, and the toothbrush in her hand fell into the sink.

try again!
Shirakawa Momo rinsed the foam from her mouth, cupped her hands and splashed water on her face. The cool sensation on her skin proved that she was not still dreaming.

Ding-dong-

The phone screen on the side of the sink lit up with a message notification sound. Her phone had been sitting there all night because Kuronuma had suddenly barged into the bathroom.

Shirakawa Momo grabbed a towel, dried her face, and picked up her phone.

[Shionai-chan: Momo, is it convenient for us to meet today?]
[Shionai-chan: I have something very important to ask you, it's not about the band, it's about myself]
[Shionai-chan: Lunch's on me! Only Momo can help me!]
Upon seeing the message from Shinkai Shiona, Shirakawa Momo had the illusion that she had woken up to find herself in the cyber age.

I really want to call the police.

She hurried back to the living room, came to Hatsushiro Ryo's side, and asked softly, "Did you just talk to me?"

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Hatsushino Ryo stared intently at the computer screen for a while before turning to look at Shirakawa Momo: "I feel like we've gotten closer."

what is this?
Shirakawa Momo frowned, troubled, her golden eyes filled with doubt and confusion.

After exchanging a brief glance with Hatsushiro Ryo, she turned and left, her soft voice tinged with a helpless sigh: "I'll go make breakfast first."

"it is good."

Hearing the nonchalant voice behind her, Shirakawa Momo gritted her teeth, feeling an inexplicable urge to splash cold water on Kuronuma Kiba to wake him up.

A light drizzle brought the coolness of late autumn, and the sky was just beginning to lighten—perfect weather for sleeping.

Kuronuma Kiba opened his eyes, sat up in bed, and rubbed his temples, inhaling the lingering scent of intimacy in the room. Last night, Shirakawa Momo surrendered first, but Hatsushino Ryo's stamina was on par with his, and the two fought until dawn. Shirakawa Momo woke up again midway through and was forcibly pulled into the battle.

The three of them finally fell asleep when the sky turned blue and the sound of rain began.

The fatigue from staying up all night made his eyes a little sore. Kuronuma Ya drew back the curtains and stared blankly at the city's wet neon lights for a while before getting out of bed.

The clothes were already hanging behind the door. Shirakawa Momo would prepare them for him every morning. Today, he wore the new gray trousers and white sweatshirt that she had bought yesterday, with a waterproof black windbreaker on top.

After changing his clothes, he left the room and wandered around the apartment. Neither Hatsushino Ryo nor Shirakawa Momo were there; a breakfast was left for him on the dining table.

There was a sticky note next to the bowl full of rice.

[2 attempts remaining.]
[I talked to Liang about moving, and she agreed.]
[I'll look for an apartment today.]
[I truly cannot forgive you, but don't forget your promise; I will never accept Matsuzaka Kanon's stance.]
[Shirakawa Peach]
Is it a warm home?
"From today onwards, I must take responsibility for her," Kuronuma thought to himself as he ate breakfast and checked his phone for unread messages.

[Hatsushikano: Work]
[Hatsushiro: Come keep me company if you have time]
Below are messages from Matsusaka Kanon, sent almost every ten minutes.

[Matsusaka: Good morning]
[Matsusaka: (Image)]
[Matsusaka: Actually, I bought an oven yesterday and wanted to try baking.]
[Matsusaka: I learned this in home economics class before, I hope it will be a great success]
[Matsusaka: (Image)]
[Matsusaka: The dough seems a bit disobedient, I'm worried.]
[Matsusaka: (Image)]
[Matsusaka: It looks like it should taste good. There seems to be too much butter, but it's very fragrant.]
I scrolled through the messages one by one until I reached the latest one, just as she sent me a new message.

[Matsusaka: Is your tooth still not awake?]
[Matsusaka: Would you like to try some freshly baked bread?]
[Kuronuma: Okay.]
Remembering that he had promised to get the kendo club funds back, Kuronuma Kiba readily agreed and sent a message to Hatsushino Ryo that he might not be able to accompany her today.

Let's meet with Chitose Toyama this afternoon.

After having breakfast, it was almost 11 o'clock. He locked the door, went downstairs, and prepared to go to the Matsusaka family home.

The air cooled rapidly in the late autumn rain, and there were few pedestrians on the street. The black sedan and driver provided by the Hatsushino family were always waiting downstairs.

As I stepped out of the apartment lobby, Reiko Kobayakawa greeted me, holding a black umbrella.

Kuronuma took the umbrella from her and waved, "I'll walk around by myself and call you later."

About a 5-minute walk from my apartment, I saw the faded torii gate of Hakusan Shrine. Turning left at the intersection and passing through a small commercial street, I arrived at the familiar two-story detached house.

Standing in front of the building, a blend of Japanese and Western styles, for the third time, Kuronuma Kisame composed himself and gently knocked on the door.

Click.

The door opened with a click, and Matsuzaka Kanon, dressed in a white dress and a sky-blue apron, appeared. He smiled and asked, "Aren't you late?"

"You look a little pale."

Matsuzaka Kanon brushed her long, straight black hair behind her ear, her clean and pretty face slightly furrowed as she looked at her with concern: "What happened?"

"I have a bit of a headache."

"Come in first, I'll help you think of a solution."

"Okay." Kuronuma Fang put away his umbrella, leaned against the wall outside the door, stepped into the living room, and sat down on the sofa.

Matsuzaka Kanon brought out freshly baked bread from the kitchen. Under the warm light, the aroma of butter was especially sweet, and even the sentimental beauty mark at the corner of her eye seemed incredibly gentle.

"Is it about Shirakawa, or Hatsushino?"

"Tao, although I had expected this outcome, it's still a bit hard for me to describe now that it's actually happened."

Kuronuma took the bread she offered, took a bite, and found it sweet and soft, reminiscent of the winter sun in Hokkaido.

"Tell me about your situation first. Well, I only know the general outline."

Matsuzaka Kanon sat beside him, her beautiful gray eyes casting a concerned glance: "If Kiba has a specific goal, I might have a way."

(End of this chapter)