My deskmate is actually my yandere reader.

The fact that Shiraishi Chiren was sitting almost shoulder to shoulder with him already made him very nervous and concerned.

"Fine, whatever, just do it my way."

Shiraishi Chiren sighed, placed one foot on Kurose Izumi's footrest, and placed her hand on his.

"Shiro-Shiroishi?!"

Kurose Izumi clearly felt her voice become high-pitched, and she quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed them.

We're in class right now, wouldn't it be too inappropriate to do something so intimate?

He glanced to his right and saw that everyone was focused on sewing, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, glancing casually to the right, they were startled to find Hirasawa Shinbu looking at them with a strange smile.

Hirasawa Shinbu raised an eyebrow and gave a thumbs-up to express his admiration.

Kurose Izumi quickly looked away from him and instead looked at the sewing machine and Shiraishi Chiren beside her.

But that one glance startled him.

He didn't know when it started, but Shiraishi Chiren began to stare at him without blinking.

Under his gaze, she pursed her glossy cherry lips again and whispered, "Kurose, please don't look at anyone else. Look at me. I want you to only look at me."

"?!"

Kurose Izumi's eyes widened slightly, utterly astonished.

How can this be—even a home economics class can be so provocative?!

If Shiraishi Chiren says something like that, then he can only obediently agree, right?

Seeing that Kurose Izumi did not respond for a long time, Shiraishi Chiren asked again, "Is it okay?"

This time, the urging tone seemed to indicate dissatisfaction.

"Y-yes, that's fine." Kurose Izumi nodded blankly.

That is certainly possible.

Because his gaze was fixed on Shiraishi Chiren the entire time, never wavering.

To him, Shiraishi Chire's existence was like that of the protagonist of "Lolita," and he regarded Lolita as the fire of the soul, the light of desire, the most special, and above all else.

Beatrice, the character in Dante's Divine Comedy, is someone he would pursue at all costs, even at the cost of his life and his descent into hell!

Although it's an exaggerated metaphor, it's quite apt.

"Then please keep a close eye on me."

"oh oh……"

Thus, under the watchful eyes of Kurose Izumi, Shiraishi Chiren folded the fabric neatly and stepped on the sewing machine.

At the same time, her small hand, which was resting on the back of Kurose Izumi's hand, also began to move.

The delicate, soft, and slightly cool sensation left Kurose Izumi with no time to notice anything else.

His eyes reflected Shiraishi Chiren's slightly lowered head and serious expression.

That delicate profile, that fair and tender face, was so close.

Her earnestness combined with her stunning beauty was so captivating that no matter how I looked at her, Izumi Kurose always felt—so cute, so lovable.

So, when Shiraishi Chiren finished sewing the basic shape of the handbag and looked up at him, who was looking somewhat dazed, she instantly understood—he hadn't learned how to make it!

"Are you an idiot? I'm telling you to look at me, not my face, but my sewing technique."

"Sorry, I saw it all at once..." Kurose Izumi apologized subconsciously, but stopped abruptly just as she was about to say something more.

Then he changed his story, saying, "I was distracted for a moment."

"You got completely absorbed in it, didn't you?" Shiraishi Chiren said with a helpless, slightly reproachful tone, as if to say, "I can't stand you anymore."

"Was I... seen through?" Kurose Izumi scratched his head, turning his face away in embarrassment.

But the next moment, his ears felt a tingling sensation, and a soft voice sounded in his ear:

"But... I'm very happy, Kurose is watching me very well, hehe."

—Today, Izumi Kurose suffered a crushing defeat.

79. Meeting parents

At 8:30 p.m., Kurose Izumi and Shiraishi Chiren sat in the living room, doing their homework together.

Ring ring—

The silence was broken by the ringing of a bell.

"Feel sorry."

Shiraishi Chiren apologized.

The ringtone was hers, and the contact listed was her mother.

Kurose Izumi saw it too, because the phone was on the table and she could see it as soon as she looked up.

He smiled and said, "It's okay, you can answer it first. Keeping in touch with your family is very important, isn't it?"

"Then I'll answer it first." Shiraishi Chiren picked up her phone and walked towards the bedroom.

As Kurose Izumi watched her receding figure, he wondered what Shiraishi Chire's relationship with her family was like.

It must be pretty bad, right?

Because he noticed she wasn't planning to answer immediately, he had to persuade her to pick up her phone.

'This isn't something I can just guess about, is it? Things aren't as bad as I think...'

Kurose Izumi shook her head, clearing her mind of distractions, and lowered her head to start writing her homework again.

A few minutes later, Shiraishi Chiren returned.

After she sat down, she said softly, "Tomorrow is the day I regularly meet with my mother, so I need to ask the school for leave and stay with her for the day."

"This...is a good thing, isn't it?" Kurose Izumi said hesitantly.

"It's neither good nor bad."

Chire Shiraishi's lukewarm attitude left Izumi Kurose speechless.

He couldn't just say anything rashly, since he didn't know the situation and couldn't make irresponsible statements based on his own opinions.

She couldn't bring herself to ask, because the topic seemed a bit heavy and might upset Shiraishi Chirei.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shiraishi Chiren said, "Don't worry about me, you should worry about yourself."

"What do you mean?" Kurose Izumi looked puzzled. "Why should I worry about myself?"

"Have you forgotten about Kuchiki? She might still be watching us from the shadows. After all, she knows you're living with me, so I'm worried she might come after you when you're alone."

"Uh……"

Kurose Izumi was taken aback for a moment, wondering how he could have forgotten about this.

"There's no need to worry about that, right? The security here is very good, and there are security guards. If she's seen disguised, she'll definitely be arrested as a suspicious person."

"Not necessarily..."

Shiraishi Chiren sighed and then said, "The fact that the police have no leads so far proves that she is very good at disguising herself and her methods of committing crimes are also very clever."

"I'm not afraid then." Kurose Izumi smiled nonchalantly. "If I disappear, I believe you, Shiraishi, will find me."

He refused to believe that Kuchiki Touko would dare to invade, imprison, and kidnap him, even knowing that he was living with Shiraishi Chirei.

If he disappears, Shiraishi Chiren will definitely call the police immediately, and the police station will be mobilized to search all over Tokyo.

Chiyoda Ward is riddled with surveillance cameras, so it's impossible for Fuyuko Kuchiki to completely evade them and take him away.

So there's nothing to be afraid of.

"Yes, that's true." Shiraishi Chiren nodded. "But you should still be careful, okay?"

"Okay, I will."

"Okay, then let's continue with our homework..."

After finishing their homework, the two played games for a while before going back to their rooms to sleep.

In her bedroom, Shiraishi Chiren sat at her desk, turned on her computer, and began to make plans for tomorrow.

Originally, there was no need for the character of Kuchiki Touko to reappear in front of Kurose Izumi.

But—plans can't keep up with changes.

Shiraishi Chiren felt that she needed to fully embody the identity of Kuchiki Touko and act in more plays.

After finalizing the detailed plan, it was already 1 a.m.

The warm yellow light from the desk lamp illuminated Shiraishi Chire's fair and delicate face, which appeared somewhat tired.

"Is it finished...?"

Shiraishi Chiren murmured to herself, and after closing all the programs, a photo of short-haired Kurose Izumi appeared on the computer's lock screen.

In the photo, he looks slightly younger than he does now, and he doesn't give off a gloomy vibe; he's just the quiet and reserved type.

He was wearing swimming trunks, playing in the water at the beach in his hometown, with a bright smile on his face.

As Shiraishi Chiren watched, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

She reached out and touched the screen with her fingertips.

In a daze, she felt a warmth spreading through her fingertips, as if she were truly touching Kurose Izumi's face, gently stroking him.

Unfortunately, this is just the temperature of the screen.

The so-called temperature is just an illusion.

Afterwards, I quietly watched Shiraishi Chiren of Kurose Izumi for a while, then turned off the computer, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

Goodnight, Quan.