My deskmate is actually my yandere reader.

"what……"

Upon hearing this, Kurose Izumi's face suddenly turned red, and she realized how bold her words had been!

He quickly waved his hands, explaining incoherently, "No, no, no! I didn't think that much, I just wanted to help Shiraishi-kun!"

"Pfft... Kurose-kun is quite reckless."

Seeing how nervous he was, Shiraishi Chiren laughed out loud, her laughter as clear and melodious as silver bells.

The laughter reached Izumi Kurose's ears, soothing his soul and gradually calming him down.

He turned his head away, then reached up to scratch his messy, gloomy hair, stammering, "So... um, do you want it? You mean, um..."

Shiraishi Chiren suppressed her smile, but a hint of amusement lingered in her eyes.

She nodded gently, and said softly, "Yes, that's fine."

"...Then please forgive my rudeness."

To make it easier to feed Shiraishi Chire, Kurose Izumi moved her chair and sat down next to her.

Then, he picked up a piece of fried pork cutlet coated in sauce and placed it near Shiraishi Chiren's soft, cherry-pink lips.

Shiraishi Chiren glanced at him, then at the fried pork cutlet on her chopsticks, and pursed her cherry lips, as if she were making some kind of mental preparation.

A few seconds later, she slowly closed her eyes, with a look of despair, and bit down hard on the pork chop with a "whoosh".

From Izumi Kurose's perspective, this scene evokes a different feeling.

I don't know if it's because he's a bit lewd, but I always felt that Shiraishi Chire's actions were very tempting.

Why, you ask?

Because through her slightly open mouth, one could see two rows of pearly white teeth, beneath which lay a tender pink oral cavity and a small, delicate, pink tongue...

'This shouldn't be my problem, right?'

He muttered to himself, denying that having strange thoughts was his own problem!

After swallowing the fried pork cutlet, Shiraishi Chiren's face flushed slightly: "How should I put it, I'm a little embarrassed..."

"Hmm? Hmm... yes."

On Kurose Izumi's side, for some reason, she began to feel dizzy and her tongue felt numb.

At the same time, one can clearly feel the sound of the powerful throbbing.

Perhaps it's because we're so close, but I can always smell the comforting fragrance emanating from Shiraishi Chire.

Or perhaps it was from looking at that tender, God-blessed face up close.

"But now that we've already done it once, we should be able to adapt better next time, right?"

"...Hmm, what should we eat this time?"

"Either is fine, try them all."

Lunchtime was spent in a tense and heart-pounding state.

It wasn't lighthearted; instead, an unparalleled tension and embarrassment surrounded the two of them.

After finishing her meal, Kurose Izumi took the bowls into the kitchen, washed them carefully, and put them away.

Afterwards, he sat in the living room with Shiraishi Chiren and chatted for a while over tea.

The conversation was relatively relaxed and focused on future school life and plans.

Starting Monday afternoon, they could no longer go home at 4:15 p.m. every day, but instead had to go home at 5:30 p.m., when club activities ended.

But it doesn't really make a difference.

Because Izumi Kurose and Chire Shiraishi are now practically inseparable!

They were classmates, deskmates, and even cohabiting!

Moreover, neither of them had many friends, so they had little time to go out and socialize.

In conclusion, Kurose Izumi and Shiraishi Chire are currently in such a good state that it would surprise outsiders.

By 2 p.m., the tea had become rather tasteless.

Kurose Izumi also felt a little bored—not that she found chatting with Shiraishi Chire uninteresting, but she was afraid that Shiraishi Chire would think so.

Normally, he's either writing or playing with adult games right now.

Occasionally, Hirasawa Shinbu would invite him out to go fishing, play video games, or just go to his house.

Hirasawa Shinbu's house is quite large; sometimes when he gets tired of playing, he can just lie down and sleep.

His family is really big; his father is a capitalist, and the headquarters is located in Ginza Central Ward, around 4-5-6.

If Izumi Kurose remembers correctly, the average house price there is 50 million yen per square meter.

He specifically went to look this up.

Because Hirasawa Shinbu had previously visited his father's company.

Even the agency he's currently signed with is a subsidiary of the Hirazawa Group...

Rounding it off, that means he's making money for his good friend.

"Um... Shiraishi-kun, don't you get bored?" Kurose Izumi scratched her head and asked cautiously.

"Hmm? No, chatting with Kurose-kun was quite enjoyable and fun."

Shiraishi Chiren looked surprised, then realized something: "I'm sorry, you don't really need to worry about me. If there's anything you want to do, just go for it."

"No, no, no! I'm not bored, and I don't have anything to do!" Kurose Izumi shook her head vigorously.

Then he added, "I was afraid you'd be bored, Shiraishi-kun, since I'm not a very interesting person and I'm not good with words."

"Kurose-kun."

Shiraishi Chiren called out softly, her eyes suddenly softening.

"W-What's wrong?" Kurose Izumi asked, sounding slightly uneasy.

Don't be so negative about yourself.

"……Why?"

Next, Shiraishi Chire's words caused Kurose Izumi to completely fall into despair, willingly becoming her prisoner.

With a serious expression and earnest tone, Shiraishi Chiren said, "Because in my heart, you are very powerful, and you are someone I admire."

Others may think there are some things wrong with you, but in my eyes, you are very good, really very good.

“I know you feel a lot of pressure writing this because they don’t understand you.”

"They all want you to write something light, cheerful, happy, and sweet, not heartbreaking."

"But I'm the only one who wants to support you, to make you happy while you write, and to help you write the ending you desire."

52. The seeds of emotion sprouted in his heart.

Shiraishi Chiren's words completely moved Kurose Izumi.

He had never felt his heart pounding so strongly, or his emotions so surging.

Honestly, can he really have readers like "White Bellflower"?

Are there really readers who can unconditionally understand and support him?

Obviously, yes.

Because Shiraishi Chiren appeared right in front of him like that.

She appeared like a serendipitous encounter, like the most precious treasure.

At this point, Kurose Izumi was completely captivated, realizing that she might be doomed by Shiraishi Chiren.

If things continue like this, it's only a matter of time before she falls for Shiraishi Chire.

He could even feel the seeds of immaturity beginning to sprout in his heart.

He began to care more and more about Shiraishi Chiren, unable to ignore her presence.

She left a vivid and indelible mark on his heart, making it impossible for him to ignore her.

"Shiraishi-kun, thank you for supporting me like this. I'm so grateful to you all this time."

Kurose Izumi's throat tightened, and the emotions lurking in his chest surged wildly, making him increasingly impulsive.

But he ultimately suppressed the impulse and did not do anything out of line or say anything inappropriate.

"Maintain the status quo, don't break it"—this is the discipline Izumi Kurose keeps in mind.

"Yes, thank you very much for bringing me such a wonderful story." Shiraishi Chiren nodded, her face beaming with a smile, her tone full of sincerity.

Her acting was flawless.

Every word he uttered seemed to come from the heart, leaving no trace of his true feelings.

The flower "white bellflower" is destined to be as described by Izumi Kurose: when it first blooms, it is pure, flawless, and lovable.

But when it fully blossoms and reveals its true form, it is so ugly and illusory.

After this conversation, the two got up and left the living room, going together into the master bedroom.

Kurose Izumi sat in front of the computer and began typing, rewriting the ending.

Meanwhile, Shiraishi Chiren lay half-reclined on the bed, turning her head to look at his back.

Because there were no extra beds or bedding, she would have to share a bed with Kurose Izumi tonight.

The new bed won't arrive until tomorrow—I ordered it from Amazon around noon, and the seller said it would arrive at the earliest tomorrow.

"Kurose-san, is it really okay for you to change the ending for me?"

Hearing the voice behind him, Kurose Izumi stopped what she was doing, turned around and smiled, "It's nothing, I've figured it out too, it's just an ending."

In the past, he would definitely have been unwilling to rewrite the ending and would have hesitated.

But today, I was surprisingly able to agree without hesitation.