My deskmate is actually my yandere reader.

"it is good……"

After putting away their homework, Kurose Izumi and Shiraishi Chire washed their hands together and sat down opposite each other at the dining table.

Kurose Izumi took a bite of her food, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, how's things going with Kuchiki? After two days, any progress?"

"No, there are no clues. The police said she didn't leave any evidence, and the name doesn't match."

The person "Kushiki Touko" is a fabrication, so of course he won't be discovered.

Her hair, face, name, personality, and even mannerisms were all carefully disguised.

As for "Kushiki Touko's" phone number...

By the time the police checked, the number was no longer in service.

Even the registered address belongs to someone else; it's not hers at all!

"Is 'Kushiki Touko' a pseudonym...?"

Kurose Izumi frowned, a complex feeling welling up inside her.

The name is fake, but the hobbies must be too, right?

So what about her is actually true?

Was it gentleness, thoughtfulness, or the meticulous care she had given him over the past three days?

Or is it all an illusion, something done on purpose?

Kurose Izumi neither understood nor could possibly understand the true nature of "Kuchiki Touko".

All he knew was that she had hurt Shiraishi Chiren.

Based on this alone, he would sever all ties with Fuyuko Kuchiki and stand on the opposite side.

Seeing his furrowed brows, Shiraishi Chiren gently comforted him, "Don't worry too much about Kuchiki. Now that we're together, she has no chance."

"Even if she dares to come, I will definitely keep her here this time and won't let her get away again."

"So... shall we eat first? The food will get cold soon."

Kurose Izumi listened quietly and nodded: "Yes, that's true."

After that, the two changed the subject and chatted casually about things to do tomorrow.

After dinner, we washed the dishes together as usual and took turns washing up.

Afterwards, Kurose Izumi returned to the master bedroom, turned on her computer, and continued rewriting the ending.

Shiraishi Chiren pulled up a chair, sat down beside him, and watched him quietly.

Rather than saying I'm watching him write, it's more accurate to say I'm watching him.

This was a relatively peaceful period.

The only sound in the room was the crisp sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard.

An hour and a half later, Kurose Izumi, waking up from her immersive state, glanced at the number of words next to her—5500.

not bad.

This was also thanks to the outline provided by Fuyuko Kuchiki; otherwise, writing normally would have yielded about three thousand words per hour!

Sitting to the side, Shiraishi Chiren saw that the writing was finished, so she spoke softly:

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Suddenly, I feel a bit déjà vu..."

Kurose Izumi glanced at Shiraishi Chiren beside him and remembered that when he was imprisoned, "Kuchiki Touko" had also sat beside him in a similar manner.

When she finishes writing, she will hand you a cup of warm tea and say thank you for your hard work.

"Hmm? What do you mean by déjà vu?" Shiraishi Chiren tilted her head slightly, looking puzzled. "Has anyone else watched you write like this?"

"No...it's nothing, just a thought."

"Is that so..."

Shiraishi Chiren didn't press the matter further, but her gentle expression suddenly turned thoughtful.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Izumi Kurose vaguely sensed that he was somewhat indifferent.

So he couldn't help but ask, "Shiraishi, are you bothered by... being sullen?"

"No, what's there to care about?" Shiraishi Chiren turned her face away, pretending to be indifferent.

"Are you sulking? Why aren't you looking at me?" Kurose Izumi leaned forward, pressing her face close to Shiraishi Chire's, trying to meet her gaze.

But as soon as he moved, Shiraishi Chiren moved as well, even turning her head away!

"So you really do mind, don't you?"

Now, even the slow-witted Kurose Izumi could understand that she was bothered by the "Kuchiki Touko" matter!

"What do I have to mind?" Shiraishi Chiren's voice carried a hint of embarrassment at being seen through.

This reassured Kurose Izumi.

If you care, then it's alright.

He can coax, explain, and dispel the unpleasant feeling that arises from feeling that the other is special.

Kurose Izumi could understand perfectly why Shiraishi Chire was concerned.

Putting himself in her shoes, he would also feel bad if someone and Shiraishi Chire had a relationship that went beyond friendship.

"Shiraishi, listen to me, okay?" Kurose Izumi asked softly.

Shiraishi Chiren did not respond, but simply turned her head away, pursed her cherry lips, and revealed a very cute and easy-going expression.

At this moment, silence speaks louder than words.

"When 'Rotten Wood' imprisoned me, he watched me write like this, and at the end, he said, 'You've worked hard.'"

“But that’s all in the past, and I have no chance of having any contact with her again, unless it’s at the police station.”

"So, don't worry about it, okay? Because... I only like you, Shiraishi."

71. I like you too, Kurose.

In the quiet master bedroom, only the faint sounds of their rapid heartbeats and increasingly heavy breathing could be heard.

When Izumi Kurose said "I like you" for the last time, she was a little shy and spoke softly, her heart filled with embarrassment.

In such an environment where a man and a woman are alone, expressing affection can easily lead to unspeakable things happening.

But Izumi Kurose still mustered up her courage.

Because he was certain of his own feelings.

She is certain that she likes gentle, considerate, and earnest people, who are occasionally a little absent-minded but very cute.

I like that she argued with everyone in the class for her own sake;

I also like the cute way she sulks about things she cares about but doesn't say anything;

But what I like most is the care and support I've always received.

Kurose Izumi couldn't help but fall in love with Shiraishi Chiren, who was in the body of "White Kikyo" and treated him gently and selflessly.

He was convinced that Shiraishi Chiren was his destiny.

White and black, spring and stone;

Wherever a spring flows, there will always be a stone.

He likes white, while Shiraishi Chiren likes black.

Everything was so coincidental, yet so perfectly aligned.

“…Hmm.” Shiraishi Chiren nodded gently, whether in response to his explanation or as a confession, it was unclear.

However, none of that matters.

Because Izumi Kurose could clearly see that on her side profile, where she glanced, her small ears nestled in her black hair were tinged with a lovely pale pink.

Based on this alone, he was certain that Shiraishi Chiren liked him too!

"Not sulking anymore?" Kurose Izumi asked with a smile.

"...It was never born in the first place."

As Shiraishi Chiren said, she was indeed not angry with Kurose Izumi, because why would she be angry with herself?

What I did just now was merely an excuse to take advantage of the alertness triggered by the phrase "déjà vu".

She would nip any possibility of being suspected of being "Kuchiki Touko" in the bud and not expose herself.

Otherwise, everything will be destroyed.

Shiraishi Chiren knew that she had deceived Kurose Izumi too deeply, and there was no turning back.

As long as the result is good and as desired, the process doesn't matter.

"Okay, then let's not have her." Kurose Izumi smiled, thinking that Shiraishi Chire's stubbornness was really cute.

Is this woman really that adorable?

She seemed to have no flaws; every move she made captivated his attention, making it impossible for him to take his eyes off her.

"I'm going to sleep now, I'm not going to bother with you anymore, you idiot."

After saying that, Shiraishi Chiren stood up and hurriedly left the master bedroom to go to her own bedroom.

Good night, sweet dreams.

As Kurose Izumi watched her leave, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

Afterwards, he turned off the computer and the room lights, lay on the bed and began to recall the way Shiraishi Chiren sulked, and couldn't help but writhe like a maggot!

ding dong~

Just as he was twisting and turning to his heart's content, the phone on the bedside table rang.