In this crossover anime, I've been bound to two systems.

"Ah...okay..."

Goto Ichiri watched him leave, listening to his footsteps gradually fade into the distance. Loss and frustration spread through her heart, and loneliness began to creep into this small space.

I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the light...

"Oh, by the way, let's meet at the school gate after school. If there's any emergency, we can contact each other by phone. Bye-bye."

Suzumiya Chisato, who had left but returned, peeked out and said those words before leaving again.

Yes, we can see each other again after school, in less than five hours.

"Hehe... Guhehe..."

Disappointment turned into joy, and hearty laughter emanated from the bottom of the staircase, unnoticed by anyone.

The female student who was helping the teacher collect and deliver homework happened to be stepping onto the stairs at that moment when she suddenly heard a faint, chilling laugh coming from her ear.

She remembered the strange tales circulating at school, and her face immediately turned pale with fear. Her leisurely pace turned into a panicked one, and she fled the place as fast as she could.

Meanwhile, in the school's club building, in the first music room.

With a cold expression, Touma Kazusa stopped practicing the piano. She picked up her phone and glanced at the time; almost half an hour of lunch break had already passed.

She looked up at the half-open door again, and still no one seemed to be coming out of there.

It is worth noting that the First Music Room is somewhat different today than it has been in the past.

In addition to the piano, there was a small table that stood out conspicuously next to it.

That was brought over by Touma Kazusa from the messy pile of clutter outside, naturally to display the things she had bought that day.

Hot dogs, hamburgers, fried noodle buns, and various drinks and milk were also available. Since I didn't know his specific taste, I simply bought more.

The surprised look on the cashier's face when she paid still makes Touma Kazusa blush when she thinks back on it.

She's not a sumo wrestler, so it's really a bit excessive for a girl to buy so much food.

That bastard, if he wasn't planning on coming, he shouldn't have said things like "I'll come here to rest in the future," which are easy to misunderstand!

Touma Kazusa gritted her teeth and pressed her fingers heavily onto the piano keys once more.

During lunch break that day, a stirring piano performance, carrying the performer's anger, resounded through the open windows and echoed in every corner of the club building.

As Touma Kazusa walked into the classroom to the sound of the first bell for the afternoon class, she coldly ignored Suzumiya Chisato, who greeted her, dragged her chair with a loud thud, and silently slumped onto the desk.

Suzumiya Chisato was completely baffled by this, and after thinking about it for a long time, she still couldn't figure out what was wrong with her.

The sky outside the window was no longer as clear as it had been in the morning; it was covered with a layer of dark clouds, and it seemed that it would rain soon.

As Suzumiya Senri gazed at the sky outside the window, lost in thought, her phone vibrated in her pocket.

He took it out to check, and saw that it was Kasumigaoka Utaha who had sent him a message, which contained only two short words.

【Good morning. 】

A selfie was also included below.

The girl's face wasn't shown; the focus was on her body, which was partially exposed through her disheveled nightgown, revealing a deep, unfathomable cleavage.

After silently replying with a message saying "It's already afternoon," Suzumiya Chisato put her phone back in her pocket and began to listen attentively to the lesson.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled as she looked at the reply message on her phone.

She had originally wanted to chat a little longer, but then she realized it was time for class and decided against it.

It's not right to slack off at home and drag others down with you.

The fact that she was alone in her room always made Kasumigaoka Utaha feel at ease, and she still does now. However, when she woke up and instinctively reached out to touch the room only to find nothing there, she still felt a little uneasy.

However, since he brought his own tools for committing the crime, this situation probably won't last long.

Six months to a year is not unbearable.

Based on his performance, it wouldn't matter if the time was brought forward a little.

After a good night's sleep, Kasumigaoka Utaha stretched lazily on the bed, then got out of bed to wash up, ate a little something, and sat down at her desk to start reading.

It started raining outside around 3 p.m. She brought in the clothes that were drying outside and was about to ask Suzumiya Chisato if she had brought an umbrella when she returned to her room.

However, upon further reflection, I realized that my nagging and overly concerned manner seemed like that of a mother hen, so I gave up on the idea.

It's not a big deal if a young man gets caught in the rain without an umbrella; if he's healthy, he can handle it. Even if he catches a cold or fever, it's even better, as I can go and take care of him. It's also a perfect opportunity to boost my favorability towards him.

Around four o'clock, the rain gradually intensified, and the sky grew increasingly dark.

As Kasumigaoka Utaha went downstairs to make herself coffee, the doorbell rang.

With the rain so heavy, who would choose to come to their door at this time?

With this question in mind, she went to the entrance and turned on the electronic peephole.

The next moment, she slowly closed her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose, rubbed it, and sighed deeply.

It's Eriri Sawamura. Her clenched teeth look just like a puppy that's been teased to the point of exasperation, as if she's about to pounce and bite something at any moment.

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Chapter Ninety-Four: Let Me Explain

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't want to open the door; she could foresee the consequences of letting the other person in.

But after ringing the doorbell three times, Eriri Sawamura stood motionless in the rain, holding an umbrella, as if she would keep waiting if she didn't get in today.

Kasumigaoka Utaha had no other choice. With the mindset that she had to bear the consequences of her past misdeeds and that there was no escaping them, she opened the door.

After seeing that the person who opened the door was Kasumigaoka Utaha, Sawamura Eriri immediately walked in without any hesitation.

She folded her umbrella and tossed it aside, then stretched out her wet hands and pounced on him.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

"Calm down first!"

"How can I stay calm! This morning you promised you wouldn't do anything sneaky behind my back! You even swore, 'When have you ever seen me break my word?' You really have no shame at all, Kasumigaoka Utaha!"

How can this idiot be so strong!

Kasumigaoka Utaha gripped her wrist with difficulty.

"It's not what you think! We can talk this out, I can explain it to you!"

"What's there to explain! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you stinky woman, you'll think I'm made of tofu! You think you can just be squeezed and manipulated like that!"

She was the white moonlight in the hearts of many boys at school, a slender and delicate blonde beauty princess. Now, she was wide-eyed with unreleased anger, and her immature chest was heaving with intense breathing.

"Are you crazy? My parents are resting in their room. Do you really want to wake them up?!"

Utaha Kasumigaoka, already feeling guilty for doing something wrong, was no match for the enraged blonde. Unable to withstand the pressure, she could only use the excuse that there were other people at home to calm Eri Sawamura down.

These words had some effect. Sawamura Eriri wasn't afraid, but she subconsciously didn't want to show her manic side in front of outsiders; she was a girl who cared about her image.

She released her grip on Kasumigaoka Utaha's hand and turned around to arrange her shoes and umbrella.

"Go to your room. Don't even think about running away. I'm going to settle accounts with you!"

Mimicking the provocative gestures and tone of thugs she'd seen in movies, Eriri Sawamura approached Utaha Kasumigaoka, coldly clenched her not-so-large fist in front of her, then turned and headed straight for the second floor.

She had been to Kasumigaoka Utaha's house before and knew where her room was.

Kasumigaoka Utaha watched her retreating figure, rubbing her wrist, and then sighed again after seeing the water stains on the floor.

She went to the bathroom, grabbed a dry towel, poured herself a cup of hot water, and then went upstairs back to her room.

After venting her emotions, Eriri Sawamura is much calmer now.

It's so good that we no longer see those arena matches where people pounce on each other and start fighting.

Kasumigaoka Utaha breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the dry towel in her hand.

Eriri Sawamura, naturally, wouldn't go against her own body; after taking it, she first wiped her damp hair.

"Don't think I'll let you off the hook just because I give you some small favors afterward. Didn't you just say you wanted an explanation? Fine, I'll listen to your explanation. If you can't give me a satisfactory reason, I'll also spread rumors to your parents that you've been messing around outside!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at her fierce but cowardly appearance and wanted to laugh, but she held back. If she laughed in front of her now, she would probably be pounced on by the angry idiot for at least 10 or 20 minutes.

"First of all, I want to clarify that I did say some things to your mother, but those words were spoken before we had that dream together."

"so what!"

"Back then, we weren't dreaming of being together as a couple. In a way, we were still enemies."

"..."

The two people in the room, one explained and the other listened.

Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped there. Although she had always labeled Sawamura Eriri as a "blonde idiot" in her mind, she felt that the other party had experienced a dream life and shouldn't be so unable to understand this kind of explanation.

Their eyes met in mid-air. After a moment, Eriri Sawamura stopped drying her hair and smiled.

"Are you saying that you haven't done anything else since last night?"

"Absolutely not."

"Then why did my mom ask me so seriously! Whether I like... that kind of... that kind of..."

Eriri Sawamura's face turned bright red.

"what do you like?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned.

"Handcuffs... blindfolds and stuff! You dare say you didn't tell her that later!?"

"I swear I didn't. How stupid would someone have to be to tell someone else's mother that her daughter has such masochistic tendencies? Can you even imagine that scene?"

"My mom asked so seriously! At first, she tried to be evasive, cautiously asking me if I'd been bored lately, if I ever felt lonely, or if I had trouble falling asleep alone at night... But thinking about it carefully, wasn't she just testing whether I was sexually unsatisfied?"

"What kind of nonsense is this?!"

"That's a question for you!"

"...Haa—"

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat on the bed and let out a long sigh.