My deskmate is actually my yandere reader.

But when it comes to being handsome, they do have something in common.

Shiraishi Chiren raised her head, smiled, and said, "It's very well drawn."

"Hehehe, as long as the two seniors are satisfied!"

Inari Yuki laughed awkwardly, her two little legs, which were placed under the stool, kept swinging.

Afterwards, the three of them discussed the upcoming visual novel game with great enthusiasm.

Kurose Izumi has started writing the beginning and has made the bold statement of writing 6,000 words a day!

...That's a lot for a student.

However, compared to writing, writing a screenplay is relatively simpler.

There is more narration, character expressions and tone of voice, and descriptions of demeanor, while the script has less narration and is mostly dialogue.

As for the descriptions of facial expressions, tone of voice, and demeanor...

Let's leave it to the artist, Inari Yuki.

As time passed, the bright sky turned into a dusky yellow, and warm yellow light shone into the room through the open curtains.

Without realizing it, Shiraishi Chiren raised her head and glanced out the window, her face showing signs of weariness.

That's all for today's club activities.

"Um……"

The other two responded and began packing up their utensils and tea set, preparing to leave.

Once they left the club building, they waved goodbye and split into two lines.

Although he said in the morning that they shouldn't go home together after school, Kurose Izumi still acquiesced to Shiraishi Chiren following him.

They changed their shoes together, left the school, and started their journey home.

Along the way, Shiraishi Chiren deliberately moved closer, almost walking side by side with Kurose Izumi!

"Don't get so close, it's not like there's no way out," Kurose Izumi muttered, increasing the distance between them.

"I just want to get closer to Izumi."

"but I……"

As soon as Izumi Kurose opened her mouth, she caught a glimpse of a car speeding along the busy road, and it was dangerously close to them!

So, he instinctively pulled Shiraishi Chiren along and hugged her.

Fortunately, the car only passed close to the edge of the sidewalk, and it wasn't as dangerous as one might imagine.

"Izumi, thank you." Shiraishi Chiren nestled in Kurose Izumi's arms, a happy smile on her face.

"...Just keep going on your way and don't get so close to me." Kurose Izumi pursed her thin lips, her face showing some annoyance as she released Shiraishi Chiren.

Then, he had Shiraishi Chiren walk on the inside, while he walked on the outside of the road.

"Izumi, I love you the most."

"..."

And so, the two continued walking forward, and Shiraishi Chiren ignored Kurose Izumi's complaints and insisted on walking alongside him.

Arriving at Shinjuku Station and boarding the train, Izumi Kurose didn't choose to find an empty seat, but instead held onto the handrail.

If he sits down, Shiraishi Chiren might take the opportunity to sit next to him and stick close to him!

Unfortunately, even if she doesn't sit down, Shiraishi Chiren will find a way to stick to him!

Kurose Izumi looked at Shiraishi Chiren beside him, who was holding onto the rings with him, and his face was full of helplessness.

"...Qianlian, isn't there an empty seat in front of you? Why don't you sit down?"

"Ok?"

Shiraishi Chiren feigned innocence, tilting her head and asking with a sly smile, "Then why doesn't Izumi sit down?"

Upon hearing this, Kurose Izumi sighed softly and then remained silent.

Fighting against Shiraishi Senren will not end well.

She was determined to pester him, so what could Izumi Kurose do?

angry?

It's not worth it.

Verbal admonitions went in one ear and out the other, and she continued to do as she pleased.

My girlfriend is even more of a headache than I imagined...

Kurose Izumi gave a wry smile, thinking to herself.

Eight minutes later, the train arrived at the station, and the two stepped off the platform and walked along the streets of Jimbocho.

This scene felt like a lifetime ago.

It seems they've gone back to how they always were—if they were holding hands.

Shiraishi Chiren wanted to hold hands, but Kurose Izumi didn't give her the chance, keeping her hands in her pockets the whole time.

"Izumi, why don't you want to hold my hand anymore?"

Do we have a reason to hold hands?

"I think."

"I do not want."

The conversation abruptly ended with Izumi Kurose's merciless words, and they returned to the apartment.

On the eighth-floor corridor, the two stood in front of their respective doors, looking at each other.

"Goodbye."

After saying goodbye, Kurose Izumi turned around, took out her room key, and was about to go into her home.

But in that instant, he suddenly felt a shock, causing his body to lean forward involuntarily.

At the same time, a delicate and warm touch came from my back, and a thick weight pressed firmly on it.

"Izumi, can I hug you? I... feel a little lonely." Shiraishi Chiren buried her head in Kurose Izumi's slightly broad back and said softly in a coquettish voice.

"...Let go, I want to go back." After a moment of silence, Kurose Izumi reached out and pried open the hands that were wrapped around his body.

"Quan, just a moment, it'll be over soon."

"us……"

"Just a little while."

Shiraishi Chiren interrupted Kurose Izumi, not giving him a chance to speak, nor wanting to hear him utter those cold and cruel words.

Only then did Kurose Izumi compromise.

He sighed softly and said, "Then just a moment, just one minute."

After saying that, he quietly started counting in his mind.

During this time, Shiraishi Chiren held him like this, her head resting on his back, occasionally nuzzling him.

"Time flies..."

“Five seconds left,” Shiraishi Chiren interrupted again.

After waiting for five seconds, Kurose Izumi said helplessly, "...And now?"

"Yes, we've arrived." Shiraishi Chiren nodded gently, reluctantly letting go of his hand. "Goodbye, Izumi."

After saying goodbye, she turned and went home, without making any more excuses to pester him.

Seeing this, Kurose Izumi sighed softly again.

"Qianlian, I don't know how to face you..."

He muttered to himself, opened the door, and went into the entryway to change into indoor shoes.

Then, Izumi Kurose slumped onto the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, her mind replaying everything that had happened that day.

From morning, then to noon, afternoon, and home from school...

On the early morning train, he pinned Shiraishi Chiren against the wall, looking at her soft face so close to his.

At that moment, Kurose Izumi's heart began to itch uncontrollably, and she wanted to touch her as she always did.

But his reason warned him—he couldn't do that.

At noon, we sat together under the tree eating lunch. Izumi Kurose also cherished this peaceful and beautiful memory, with a lingering sadness in her heart.

He wanted to go back to that time and didn't want to be so hypocritical anymore, but he just couldn't let go and forgive Shiraishi Chiren.

But no matter how hypocritical they are, their bodies and actions are still very honest.

When he sensed that Shiraishi Chiren was in danger, he almost instinctively protected her—even though he might get hurt in the process.

At that moment, Izumi Kurose suddenly realized that she was deeply in love with Chire Shiraishi.

He liked her no matter what attitude or personality she displayed.

Otherwise, he wouldn't care about her so much, to the point that he's never been able to let her go.

It was because of this that Izumi Kurose realized that she was a coward.

Nothing can be given up.

And there's nothing that can be done.

He can only get along with Shiraishi Chiren in this half-hearted way.

While verbally refusing, the body is always accepting; it's always been like this, a push and pull.

Kurose Izumi didn't know what was wrong with her. She felt as if she had been bewitched by Shiraishi Chiren, and her body and mind were completely captured by her.

When living alone, if you happen to glance at a certain place, your consciousness will suddenly become hazy.

In a daze, she was there, quietly smiling, looking at me.

Then, with a soft and tender call: