Aspiring to be a girl in a band

It was as if he had suddenly lost all his vitality, like a wooden doll that had been played with and broken, sitting blankly in the chair.

Arakawa Kirika noticed Mutsu's change, but she was only suspicious.

Is it because of puberty...?

Arakawa Kirika was surprised to find that even she seemed to have a hard time understanding what Mutsu was thinking.

Seeing Mu's emaciated appearance, she instinctively wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

"Let's get down to business," Arakawa Kirika thought, and so she said.

"I'm transferring schools."

Eh?

Mu, who was quietly awaiting trial, was stunned for a moment, but soon, some light returned to her eyes.

Although this is also a rather unfortunate statement.

But... at least it wasn't the most despairing thing she heard.

Let's break up.

As long as Arakawa Kirika doesn't make this request, as long as such a dead end isn't brought before her.

Mu felt that she still had the motivation to live.

Mu's vocal cords also came back to life and were able to make sounds.

"Why……"

She asked nervously.

"Because it's interesting."

Arakawa Kirika replied calmly.

Mu lowered her head, her hands clutching the hem of her skirt, hesitating whether to confirm her own thoughts.

"Is it... for Xiangzi?"

Finally, she asked.

"Ah."

Arakawa Kirika nodded; she never stooped to lying.

Suddenly, a mix of emotions—sour and astringent, bitter and sweet—were intertwined in Mu's heart.

She finally confirmed her long-held suspicion.

As expected... I couldn't possibly be the only one for Wuhua.

Even if it was something I had a premonition about and was mentally prepared for.

But when that moment finally arrives...

Unbelievable! M-Age House III Scar Awakens: Deleting Ayame would be so painful...

Mu gripped his collar tightly, as if he were giving himself a heartbeat.

She forced herself to calm her breathing.

"Then I'll transfer schools too."

Muku said that if Arakawa Kirika wasn't in the Moon Forest, she didn't know what the point of her staying there would be.

"No."

Arakawa Kirika didn't hesitate for even a second.

why!

Mu really wanted to question him.

His only request was to stay by her side. Couldn't even this small request be granted?

Arakawa Kirika glanced at Mutsu.

She was originally too lazy to waste her breath on this kind of thing, but looking at those eyes that had dimmed again...

She added one more sentence.

"Wakaba... her sister won't agree to you transferring schools."

Mu then regained some of his senses.

Her own mother... Wakaba Morinami.

Mu remembered his identity.

She is the daughter of a comedian and a popular actress, and her parents have high expectations for her.

She has no right to be as willful as Wuhua.

"What about time?"

Mu's voice has become increasingly faint.

"From now on."

In fact, Arakawa Kirika is no longer a student of Tsuki no Mori. Just now, she completed the transfer procedures for herself.

Mu remained silent.

……

Seriously... this is so annoying...

Arakawa Kirika felt nauseous looking at Mutsu. Lately, Mutsu always had an unpleasant expression, which even affected her appetite.

There is no legal procedure for handling shrimp worms.

Arakawa Kirika sighed. She genuinely found this kind of thing troublesome, but...

To make Musu delicious again, I'll compromise this once.

she thought.

So she reached out and pulled Mu's skirt up a little, then wrote a mark on her thigh with a black pen.

Muku stared blankly at Arakawa Kirika.

"Don't worry, this ink is the kind that washes off easily."

Arakawa Kirika's lips curled into a smile—a smile that made her feel disgusted.

Even though she didn't feel happy at all, she was able to put on such a beautiful smile.

Isn't this exactly the kind of "pretense" she hates the most?

Despite her disgust, Arakawa Kirika gently stroked Mutsu's cheek.

"So... Mu has to be very careful when she takes a bath."

"Next time we meet... I absolutely have to see this mark."

See you next time...

Mu's eyes lit up; she had indeed been comforted.

She learned about Arakawa Kirika and did not abandon her.

That's enough. Even if I have to share with others, even if I'm not the only one or the number one in Wuhua's heart, it doesn't matter.

Volume 1: Chapter 26 Encounter

Arakawa Kirika stood at the entrance of Haneoka Academy.

She looked herself over.

Arakawa Kirika disliked Haneoka's school uniform.

Especially this... green checkered skirt, it's completely pushing the boundaries of her aesthetic sense.

Let's find an opportunity to alter the school uniform design.

She thought to herself.

Arakawa Kirika doesn't have any great expectations for her upcoming new campus life.

Her choice of arrival time was perfect. There were only a few minutes left before class started, and most students had already gone into their classrooms. The school corridors were almost deserted, except for... that little guy hiding behind the flower bed.

Arakawa Kirika has excellent eyesight, and besides...

In a static landscape, even the slightest changes become more noticeable.

Therefore, Arakawa Kirika easily spotted that figure.

"...What are they playing that they're so engrossed in?" Arakawa Kirika wondered.

As they drew closer, Arakawa Kirika finally saw the other person's movements clearly.

Picking up stones...

This made Arakawa Kirika feel a little strange.

Are all students in regular schools so unique in their hobbies?

Hiding behind the flower bed, Gao Songdeng was completely unaware that someone had walked up to him, still immersed in his own world.

She seemed to have found a very regular-shaped stone, and picked it up with great joy, her happiness practically overflowing.

But at that moment, Takamatsu finally noticed that a shadow had been cast on him.

Someone was watching her.

Deng suddenly tensed up, then looked up, wanting to confirm who was in front of her.

Then she met Arakawa Kirika's eyes.

Blood red and sharp, it looked as if it wanted to devour human skin.

……

“So beautiful? Lin Meng (Six) O Er II (Three) looks like shrimp steak…”

Takamatsu Tō couldn't even control his own murmurs, and so they made a sound.