Tokyo: Bubble, but the system is Sengoku.

That evening, Sato bought some groceries and returned home.

It was still a remote home, stuffy and humid, with terrible soundproofing.

"They're watching that kind of stuff next door again."

Sato shook his head, trying to banish the unpleasant sound that was lingering in his ears.

It's not entirely incomprehensible, since within this fixed social class, there are only a few things that can temporarily relieve one's troubles.

In other words, it is a consumer trap set by capital that cleverly exploits people's desires.

"The most important thing is still the future."

However, just as he calmed down and planned to first read the script to hone his acting skills, and then use up the time he spent mentally practicing martial arts before eating, exercising, and preparing to sleep, a rapid knocking on the door interrupted the boy's actions.

"It's so late."

The boy muttered to himself and asked.

"Here it comes, who is it?"

"Peach~"

Hearing the girl's voice outside the door, the boy quickened his pace as he walked towards the entrance.

It wasn't that he was particularly looking forward to meeting the other person, but rather that the nights here weren't exactly safe. Although Tokyo was still a vibrant city with a thriving nightlife, this outskirts of the city was far from safe.

While it's not to the point where you'd get attacked just by walking down the street, who knows what kind of drunk you might run into, not to mention there's that old pervert next door.

So, with a responsible adult mindset, Sato quickly opened the door and pulled the girl outside inside.

"...What are you doing?"

Seeing the girl carrying large bags and small packages, looking like she had run away from home, Sato, filled with a sense of foreboding, asked.

The girl only comes here sometimes before school, and never at this time.

"As you can see, Peach has run away from home!"

"..."

"Ah~!"

Perhaps to fit the mood, the shouts from next door became even more enthusiastic, as if they had reached some kind of climax, but soon a new round of shouts began.

"What is that sound?"

"..."

Hearing the girl's curious questions and seeing her innocent big eyes, Sato's lips twitched slightly, and he forcefully slammed his arm against the wall twice.

Finally, the sound stopped.

"It's nothing, just practicing singing."

"Singing? Has Sato-kun ever practiced?"

"...No!"

Seeing that Kikuchi wanted to ask more, Sato decisively spoke up this time, interrupting her.

"Why did you run away from home?!"

The thought of a young girl who had run away from home being found in his house made Sato feel dizzy.

He regretted his impulsive decision to drag the other person into this.

Of course, regret is understandable, but it is indeed dangerous for a girl to be out alone.

Not to mention she's a beautiful girl of this caliber.

"You two had a fight."

Kikuchi stared at him with her big, unblinking eyes, clearly trying to get away with being cute.

"...Why are you arguing? Don't try to fool me."

Sato displayed some of the older brother's imposing manner.

"because......"

As the girl spoke, her bright eyes gradually dimmed. After a moment of hesitation, she parted her cherry lips and continued, "Because they won't let me enter the entertainment industry. I've already said I'll balance my studies!"

"Well..."

Upon hearing this, Sato sighed helplessly.

Why are you making that face?!

The girl, who thought the other person would share her hatred, put her hands on her hips in dissatisfaction when she saw the other person's "that's all" expression.

"Your parents are worried about you too."

"I..."

Hearing this same old cliché that he had been told countless times by his relatives, Kikuchi's eyes reddened. He was about to pick up his bundle and leave when the boy grabbed his hand.

"I didn't tell you to give up, nor did I tell you to follow their arrangements."

Sato interrupted the girl's surging thoughts, which were like a turbulent wave.

"Tell them again properly, and be more mature next time so they can feel at ease."

"Look at you, you're such a grown man, still running away from home! Even if I were your father, I wouldn't feel comfortable letting you go into the entertainment industry!"

Sato poked the girl's head in an annoyed tone.

He was in an arts school in his previous life; not all parents agree with the path they choose.

Especially those who aren't good-looking and have no connections at home.

Their parents also understand that it will be very difficult for their sons or daughters with such qualifications to make a name for themselves in the industry.

They might even have to sell out or give up a lot along the way.

Although he was all alone in his past life, he understood the risks involved, otherwise he wouldn't have planned to change his major.

However, Taozi's parents are not unreasonable. As long as they talk to her nicely and get some promises from her agent, Taozi can still debut.

Otherwise, how could Kikuchi Momoko have existed in her past life?

In order to persuade the other party as soon as possible, he secretly activated his public speaking skills, which greatly enhanced the charm and persuasiveness of his tone.

"Am I... really that childish?"

After listening to Sato's words, Kikuchi Momoko finally calmed down a bit.

However, Sato's tone was different from usual, carrying a boldness that made people unable to help but believe him, which made her heart surge and beat faster.

What's wrong with her?

The girl thought to herself, then looked down at Sato's large hand that was gripping her wrist.

The skin on my palm was rough, and it felt a little tingly and itchy as I ran my fingers over the veins she had just touched.

The tingling sensation seemed to travel along her pulse all the way to her heart.

"No, it's just that I'm too attached to the things I like."

Sato's fingers, which had been poking at the girl's bangs, turned into a palm and stroked the girl's hair.

"Very good, we must have persuaded her."

"Next, all we need to do is persuade her to go back..."

"Gurgle~"

Before Sato could continue, the rumbling of the girl's stomach interrupted the boy's unspoken words.

"Didn't you eat?"

Sato glanced at the clock; it was 8:30.

"without."

Judging from the girl's face, which resembled a monkey's bottom, she probably ran away without eating around mealtime.

"I'll cook some noodles, and then I'll take you home."

Sato stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

"good......"

Before the boy could even catch his breath after hearing the other party's agreement, another knock sounded at the door.

Sato, who already had something to hide, was startled.

The police came knocking so quickly?

But Kikuchi will probably explain it to him, right?

We can't possibly make fun of the little devil at a time like this, can we?

Who is it?

Sato asked cautiously.

"Taguchi."

A kind, honest voice came from outside the door. It was Taguchi, his neighbor, and the one who had just started the noise.

"...Taguchi-san, what's wrong?"

It was just a couple of knocks on the wall; it can't be a neighborhood dispute.

However, wary that the other party might be a pervert, Sato still picked up the old baseball bat that was placed by the door.

Just waiting for a sudden, unexpected attack.

"It's nothing, you can borrow this to look at."

The honest-looking man handed him several videotapes with restricted covers without saying a word.

"It was my oversight; I didn't realize you were a kindred spirit."

"..."

How could he be considered a kindred spirit?

He only punched the wall twice, but Taguchi took it all seriously.

Did he think he was punching the wall because of unsatisfied desires?

I have a feeling...it's possible.

But more important than the reason is that there are children here!