Crossover anime, a daily life that begins with hunting supernatural beings.

"What would you like to eat, Mafuyu-nee?"

"Please let me treat you."

Standing up, Sakurai stretched her body slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable from dying so many times. Looking down at herself in her bathrobe, she decided against changing, thinking it would be too much trouble.

"As a teacher, I have no right to ask my students to treat me to something. Besides, if you're going out, why don't you change your clothes?"

Kirisu Mafuyu, who inadvertently caught a glimpse of Sakurai's collarbone beneath his bathrobe, forced herself to turn her head away, and somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, pushed Sakurai into the bathroom.

Then he haphazardly pulled a bunch of clothes out of the closet and threw them into the bathroom.

As soon as she closed the door, Kirisu Mafuyu, her legs giving way, slid to the ground and slapped her face hard. Not satisfied with that, she pinched her thigh as well.

Kirisu Mafuyu, who was in so much pain that tears were about to fall, calmed down a little.

Really are...

What on earth is she thinking?

Sakurai is her student, and she actually stared at his collarbone without realizing it? How could she be so insensitive?

Is it because I've been single for too long?

Am I that age too?

It shouldn't be.

And we've seen even more outrageous things before.

Thinking about everything that happened when she first met Sakurai, Kirisu Mafuyu's heart started racing uncontrollably.

By the time Sakurai realized what was happening, he was already holding a whole bunch of strange clothes.

How come he didn't know he had so many strange and unusual styles in his clothes?

Sakurai covered his face, speechless.

He seems to understand a little now.

Why is Mafuyu's room so messy?

In every sense, Mafuyu's housework skills have reached a hopeless level.

So why has she been able to persevere until now?

It took a lot of effort to pick out an outfit from this pile that was barely acceptable to wear.

Sakurai walked past the completely dazed Kirisu Mafuyu and quietly tidied up the extra clothes and put them into the closet.

"What would you like to eat, Mafuyu-nee?"

Sakurai only spoke after confirming that Kirisu Mafuyu was "normal".

He knew that Mafuyu was very strict when she was angry, and he didn't want to see her in a fit of rage.

"I can eat anything except spicy food."

"Yes, I know a good shop, it's a bit far, but I happened to drive here today."

"Shall we give it a try?"

As she said this, Kirisu Mafuyu swung the keys to her Honda Fit in her hand.

Sakurai's eye twitched visibly.

Is Mafuyu driving?

Drifting on the main road? Overtaking on a curve? The swaying is so intense, even without exceeding the speed limit, that it's impossible for a person's soul to keep up.

The thought of those bizarre driving techniques that could scare the soul out of you made Sakurai instinctively feel nauseous.

Rather than riding in Kirisu Mafuyu's car, he would rather fight Aragami again.

"Um, Mafuyu-nee..."

"There are still some parts of the tutoring I didn't understand. Could you explain them to me again?"

"Let's review what we learned yesterday."

"How about we order takeout for dinner?"

"It just so happens that a restaurant I've been craving recently has just started offering delivery."

Sakurai tried to dissuade Kirisu Mafuyu from taking him for a drive by talking about studying.

If we're talking about Mafuyu-nee who's overly responsible...

I definitely won't refuse, on this point...

Sakurai himself is more confident than Kirisu Mafuyu.

5. The Great Ghost Story, Kuchisake-onna (Slit-Mouthed Woman)

It was obvious to the naked eye that Kirisu Mafuyu hesitated.

As a teacher, she simply couldn't refuse her students' eagerness to learn.

But...

More than a teacher, Kirisu Mafuyu was first and foremost a single woman.

The thought of having to be alone with Sakurai in this environment was unbearable, even though she knew Sakurai had no such intentions.

As expected...

They're wavering.

Then, in the next second, Kirisu Mafuyu stuck to her decision.

"It's okay if we make up for it tomorrow, the most important thing now is to eat."

"Sakurai-kun, you haven't eaten all day either, have you?"

"I don't know when the food will arrive."

"Don't worry, I drive very fast."

"We'll be there in no time."

Kirisu Mafuyu, who was almost persuaded, realized that Sakurai had slept all day and felt that she still had to consider Sakurai's health.

And she was actually starving.

It's not that I'm too shy to be alone with Sakurai.

Anyway...

In the end, Kirisu Mafuyu remained firm in her decision.

That's why I don't want to go.

If you, Mafuyu-nee, can drive properly, I won't mind how long you drive.

Sakurai fell silent.

hateful...

Why haven't the unscrupulous merchant's motorcycles arrived yet?

I really don't want to ride in Mafuyu's car.

That would be deadly.

Kirisu Mafuyu was very dissatisfied with Sakurai's disregard for his own health, saying that even Superman has to eat on time.

Unwilling to listen to Sakurai's excuses any longer, Kirisu Mafuyu hardened her heart and decisively grabbed Sakurai's wrist, who was still trying to change his mind. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she dragged him away from the apartment.

I also turned off the room lights on the way.

About half an hour later, Kirisu Mafuyu appeared at a shop 25 kilometers away, accompanied by Sakurai, whose appearance was somewhat grayish and uncolored.

It wasn't the first time he'd experienced it, but Sakurai still couldn't understand it.

Why is it that some people's driving is more terrifying than a life-or-death struggle with the supernatural? It's neither scientific nor mysterious.

Having lived two lives, Sakurai neither understands nor comprehends it.

"We're here. Sakurai-kun, you might not know this, but this shop is quite famous."

With one hand sharply turning the steering wheel, Kirisu Mafuyu drifted into the parking space, one hand on her hip as she introduced the situation to Sakurai.

So...

Please drive carefully, Mafuyu-nee.

Sakurai nearly fainted when his eyelids rolled back.

I must say, although the journey was somewhat arduous.

The restaurant recommended by Kirisu Mafuyu was quite good; after just one meal, Sakurai was fully recharged.

Driven by his survival instinct, Sakurai practically used every trick in the book to refuse Kirisu Mafuyu's offer to take him home, watching as Kirisu Mafuyu abruptly turned the steering wheel and disappeared from his sight.

Sakurai tightened his shoulder bag and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

survived.

Really good.

At this hour, the nightlife is just beginning.

Although no matter how you look at it, it has little to do with me.

After all, I'm the kind of guy who doesn't have any friends.

Nights of revelry and glitz and glamour are something that could never happen to me.

Sakurai exhaled and yawned again, his hands crossed behind his head.

Why am I still feeling a bit tired?

My soul is already immortal.

It's because meeting with the past "me" doesn't count as a rest.

If it's still Mafuyu-nee as the driver, is the damage still too great?