Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

After Hiratsuka Shizuka left, the two exchanged a glance and then turned their heads away.

A silence fell over the room.

Ultimately, the two weren't actually that close.

It's just that the old dean is the link that connects us.

"Don't disturb me when I'm sleeping, and you're absolutely not allowed to spy on me." Tomie broke the silence and began to lay down the three rules.

"Don't make any strange noises. You're in charge of cleaning this place. And for dinner, I want caviar and foie gras, and..."

Mercury: "..."

"Are you fucking dreaming?"

"ha?"

Tomie narrowed her eyes, a slight, disdainful smile playing on her lips. "Oh? Are you questioning my request? Or... are you unable to even handle such a small matter?"

"I'll fuck your grandma's legs! I'll fuck you, okay?" Mercury spat.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you, and you're not worthy to listen."

Tomie stood up, her skirt swaying slightly, but her tone turned cold: "So, you're refusing peaceful coexistence?"

"I peacefully committed adultery, didn't I?"

Mercury gave the middle finger.

The air froze again.

Their eyes clashed, sparks flying.

A few seconds later, Mercury suddenly laughed and casually said, "Really, what am I arguing with you about?"

He almost laughed at his own stupidity, knowing full well that the other person was a master of courting death.

They're still arguing with each other.

"Come on, let's go buy some groceries. Don't even think about slacking off; I'll be watching you," Mercury said.

"Huh? Can't you just..."

"You'd better think carefully before you speak. Aside from minors, there's no one I can't hit."

Mercury's eyes turned dangerous. He paused, then changed his tone: "We can take turns cleaning, and we can guarantee quiet, but food? Take care of it yourself. If you really starve to death, I can write your will for you. The title will be 'The Self-Cultivation of a Suicidal Person'."

Tomie stared at him, her eyes flickering, as if assessing the man's bottom line.

After a moment, she gently tossed her hair, her tone suddenly softening: "...Okay, but you can only go into the bathroom after I've finished using it."

"Deal," Mercury said.

The two locked eyes again, their hostility undiminished, yet a fragile truce was faintly drawn between them.

……

"Just these things?"

Inside a shopping mall, Mercury and Tomie walked side by side.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman, they're sure to attract attention wherever they go.

The shopping cart was piled high with basic foods: meat, noodles, bento boxes, and a large bag of instant bread that Mercury insisted on buying.

Most importantly, there was also a cart piled high with strong liquor.

Tomie frowned, as if she had seen something dirty: "You plan to live off this?"

"I plan to make a living with this." Mercury tossed a bottle labeled 90% alcohol into the cart. "Alcohol has been the spiritual sustenance of mankind since ancient times. The body needs to be satisfied, and so does the mind."

"Nonsense." Tomie turned around and picked up a piece of Wagyu beef from the chilled food section. "I'll eat mine, you eat yours."

"Do you have that much money?" Mercury raised an eyebrow.

"What's it to you?" She put the meat in the car, giving him a sidelong glance. "Aren't you going to pay for it?"

"No, in fact, I didn't have much money left after buying the wine." Mercury reached out, took the piece of meat, and replaced it with a box of inexpensive chicken breast.

"Buying something so expensive is less worthwhile than having bread and wine."

Tomie stared at him, her fingertips tapping lightly on the edge of the shopping cart, the rhythm slow.

"Do you know what I hate the most?" she suddenly asked, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

"Rules and regulations? Or... being rejected? Or being called ugly?"

Mercury continued pushing the cart forward: "I guess everyone hates it, but the reality is, no matter how good you are, you have to learn to adapt to the rules."

She didn't argue anymore, she just smiled gently.

Accepting the constraints of the rules?

temporary.

Tomie refused to believe that anyone could resist her charm.

……

Upon reaching the daily necessities section, Mercury picked up two toothbrushes, one blue and one red, and tossed them into the car.

"Red is for you."

"Who wants to use the same model as you?" Tomie pulled out the red one and threw it into the trash can.

"I want a red one with gold trim, real gold, and an ultra-soft brush head."

"I already said I have no money."

"Give."

Seeing the wallet thrown in her face, Mercury's eyes twitched. He suppressed the urge to yell at her and continued searching with her.

I've actually found one of these "luxury limited editions".

"There really is such a piece of crap?" he muttered as he paid, casually slipping Tomie's wallet into his own pocket.

Tomie: "???"

Mercury: "(•‾̑⌣‾̑•)✧˖"

……

When paying the bill, Tomie suddenly whispered, "You actually... no, it's nothing."

Mercury was taken aback and looked up at her.

"What?"

She was tidying her bag with her head down, her long hair falling down to obscure her expression: "Those who used to obey me, in the end, either went crazy or... died."

Upon hearing this, Mercury remained silent for a few seconds, then divided the shopping bags and handed her half of one.

As mentioned before, this world cannot tolerate a "normal" Tomie.

Even Mercury didn't want to get involved with Tomie.

However, with the old director as a connection, these people who came from the orphanage would have a better impression of each other.

Even when facing Tomie.

Mercury was also able to give her several times more tolerance than others.

If it were anyone else, he would have slapped them across the face long ago.

"Hey, why aren't you saying anything?" Tomie asked.

"I was thinking," Mercury said, carrying two bags on his back and not stopping, "whether those people who went mad or died were because you were too difficult to deal with, or because they were simply incompetent to begin with."

Tomie paused slightly, a smirk playing on her lips: "What do you think?"

"I think..." Mercury turned his head to the side.

"You're like a bottle of poisoned wine priced at a million dollars. The more beautiful the packaging, the slower you die after drinking it, but there are always idiots eager to be the tasters."

She chuckled softly, her fingertips tracing Mercury's arm. "And you? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I'm scared," Mercury said casually, as if he were talking about the weather.

"So at most... I'll stand back and smell it to see if the alcohol level is too high."

"But you're an alcoholic." Tomie glanced at the bottles of strong liquor, said nothing, and silently followed.

After a long silence, he suddenly spoke: "...You just put my wallet in your pocket."

Mercury paused for a moment, then continued walking as if nothing had happened.

"So you won't throw it in my face again next time."

Give it back to me.

"I won't pay it back."

"you!"

Calling me dad won't help.

Tomie glared at him angrily, her eyes filled with a complex and unreadable expression.

"Mercury".

"Hmm?" He looked at Tomie.

This was the first time this woman had called him by his name.

Could it be for the money?

"You might be the first person who dares to talk to me like that and is still alive."

"Why don't you try and see if I can live a little longer?"

Mercury grinned, and sunlight fell back onto his face.

Want to kill him? Everyone's a monster, right?

"...You're so boring." Tomie picked up the bag and turned to leave.

Mercury followed, a slight smile playing on his lips.