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“Of course, that’s only right.” Mai Sakurajima walked into the kitchen and looked up at the two aprons on the wall.

Nomiyama glanced back and casually said, "Use mine, that's Yukinoshita and Megumi's."

"Alright then." Mai Sakurajima stopped looking him over and waited for him to finish washing his hands before saying, "I thought you were looking forward to me preparing dinner."

"Living under the same roof as your favorite celebrity, as night falls and you both get hungry, you prepare your specialty dishes for her and sit down at the table to enjoy them together."

Nomiyama wiped the water off his face and untied his apron: "A freeloader who only eats and doesn't help, huh? That's a truly hellish drawing."

He reached out and handed it over, his tone flat: "If this entertainer can't be moved, I might consider it."

"Ew~" Sakurajima Mai took the apron, immediately moving away from him with disgust. "Junior's statement is truly frightening. I can't move, and then what?"

“Then of course, you do this and that and that.” Nomiyama flexed his wrists, walked to the kitchen doorway, and leaned against the doorframe to look at her.

"Pervert, lewd, scumbag, shameless."

Mai Sakurajima tied her apron, picked up the kitchen knife, glanced at the sliced ​​meat on the cutting board, then turned around and looked at him.

"Mai-senpai, you can't scare me like that. I'm super strong. If I wanted to, you could poke me a thousand times and not even break the skin." Nomiyama shrugged as he looked at her fierce appearance.

"Relatively speaking, I actually find Mai-senpai's fierce look quite cute."

"Heh." Mai Sakurajima sneered, turned around, and started cutting the meat.

Nomiyama leaned against the door frame and continued rambling, "I was thinking, Mai-senpai holding a knife and trying to stab me, the way she kept stabbing me seems kind of funny. Senpai, why don't you try stabbing me yourself? It feels kind of fun."

Mai Sakurajima ignored him and simply took out the washed garlic sprouts.

Do do do do do...

She chopped very loudly.

Nomiyama quietly watched the mature girl who was preparing side dishes with her back to him, and thought of some things from the past.

He liked watching TV when he was a child because, apart from fishing, there wasn't much entertainment to pass the time. Literature and comics were things that Yukinoshita and Eriri introduced him to later.

At that time, she was the person I saw most often on TV because she was the "Daughter of Chiba," a rare treasure that the people of Chiba considered essential for their daily lives.

As I watched, I got used to it, and got used to sitting in front of the TV every day waiting for one of her TV dramas to air.

But if I had to say when we first met, it was that winter when I was twelve, a winter that wasn't cold but certainly not a pleasant one.

On the winter night when he said goodbye to her under the snow, he met Mai Sakurajima, who was a year older than him, under the Ferris wheel in the snowstorm.

She was beautiful; the neon lights shone on her, making her look even better than on TV. Her shivering, cold appearance was also a cute contrast to her appearance on TV.

They made eye contact a few times, confirming that they had noticed each other, but that was all.

They met a few more times near the Ferris wheel, but neither of them ever took the initiative to speak.

It wasn't until they entered high school, in the library, that they began their first conversation. One of them was gradually losing his sense of presence, the other was truly an outsider.

And now, due to certain issues, we are living under the same roof.

Happy?

Actually not.

"Actually, Kazehaya-senpai doesn't care about my death, does he?" Sakurajima Mai put down her kitchen knife, turned to the stove, and began the cooking process.

She turned on the range hood, lit the stove, and started heating the pan.

"The junior's kindness only stemmed from his unwillingness to witness someone's death. He felt that if he had the ability to save someone but remained indifferent, he would appear too cold and not like a human being. In reality, the junior didn't care about the other person's 'death' itself. His actions and kindness were simply out of a desire to maintain his identity as a human being."

Nomiyama stared at the person cooking with their back to him, his gaze unchanged.

Mai-senpai has been observing him a lot lately, as an outsider.

He thought for a moment and chose to answer truthfully: "I do have a cold nature at my core, and I do try to think about how to react to certain things as a human being. But Mai-senpai is wrong about one thing. It's not that I'm unwilling to see someone die, but that I'm unwilling to sit idly by and watch someone I know die. Being indifferent to the lives of strangers is also a human personality trait. That's why I care about Mai-senpai's situation."

"It's simply because Mai-senpai is someone I've always known, not one of those strangers I can treat with indifference."

Mai Sakurajima paused slightly before continuing to stir the food in the pan. Her voice came through the sizzling oil: "I thought my junior was so concerned because of Yukino's words, 'You must remember Mai.'"

"Yes, after all, it was my girlfriend's request, so I should listen to it." Nomiyama did not deny it, and then he added, "But that's only one aspect. More importantly, I really want to restore everything to its original state."

"Junior, you can just say you're a ten-year fan of mine, I can accept your burning, intense gaze." Sakurajima Mai turned off the stove and began to serve the stir-fried pork belly.

"I'm really not a fan." Nomiyama denied the claim about fans.

He paused for a moment, then said, "If you also like Dragon Ball, then you should know that Akira Toriyama passed away recently."

Mai Sakurajima remained silent.

Nomiyama lamented, "I'm not actually a fan of Akira Toriyama, I just really like the Dragon Ball series he created. But when I think about how he's gone, I can't help but feel a little melancholy. After all, the person who created the work I love has completely disappeared from this world."

"Just out of my hope for creators who have been watching since childhood, I don't want your ending to be one of oblivion and no one caring. At least you should have a grand funeral."

Mai Sakurajima remained silent for a long time, only looking down at the oily pot.

After a while, she resumed her movements.

"Kazehaya, you're being so affectionate. Are you subtly revealing your own feelings?"

"Senior, don't let your idle thoughts wander," Nomiyama immediately waved her hand. "This is truly...unbelievable."

Mai Sakurajima grabbed a carrot, turned around, and threw it at him.

Nomiyama reached out and took it, not bothering to check if it was clean or not, since he had washed it himself.

He opened his mouth, gritted his teeth, and chewed with a crisp sound.

The voice was muffled: "Mai-senpai, control your temper. If your fans see you like this, your reputation will collapse."

"It would be a miracle if they could even see me." Mai Sakurajima continued cooking, but her words had turned cold.

Nomiyama shrugged, grabbed the carrot, and turned to leave.

"Remember to wash one yourself later, Mai-senpai."

......

Mai Sakurajima picked up two slices of pork belly, glanced at the person across from her who was enjoying their meal so much that their cheeks were bulging, and casually said, "Yukino and Megumi didn't come this time either."

Nomiyama swallowed the food in his mouth, continued to pick up food, and replied, "I made an appointment with them to give me some time to deal with this matter."

Mai Sakurajima picked up a piece of pork belly, put it in her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

As expected, the spicy dishes my junior made were heretical. Pork belly can be delicious simply by stir-frying it with bell peppers.

Satisfied, she asked, "What about the other side? Aren't we going to Gong Yu's house today?"

Nomiyama shoveled food into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out: "I'm not going. I've already explained. I'm busy with something lately."

"Looking at it this way, I really have wasted a lot of my juniors' time with their girlfriends."

"It's good to know."

Nomiyama glanced at the person opposite him and said bluntly, "From now on, you'll be in charge of cleaning the house, and preparing lunchboxes and dinners will also be your responsibility."

"Oh? Junior, you like the food I prepared that much?"

"Ha, free celebrity slaves, might as well use them."

Mai Sakurajima put down her chopsticks and began to scan the table.

Nomiyama picked up his bowl, ready to leave the table.

......

Zongwu High School has been quite lively these past two days.

Because someone seems to have finally gone mad.

Several students have seen the man talking to himself alone, saying things that are completely incomprehensible.

What kind of "Senior, could you please bring your own underwear and hand-wash it instead of just throwing it in the basket? I'd be so embarrassed if I saw it. Please be more discreet." "I don't mind you coming to my room to read the Dragon Ball manga, but could you please take the Dragon Ball to your own room?"

The students at Zongwu High School thought that guy was crazy because no one saw any female students in front of him; he was just talking to thin air.

They discussed it on the forum, and then they worried.

Before the problem arose, Nomiyama Kaze was already a super dangerous factor on campus. So what happened to Nomiyama Kaze after the problem occurred?

It is undoubtedly a huge bomb that could explode at any moment on campus.

Nomiyama glanced at Mai-senpai, who was smiling not far away, and remained silent. He simply let go of his classmate, letting him collapse to the ground.

After glancing back at the classmates lying on the ground, Nomiyama lifted his foot and left.

Why say something like, "It's a pity about Yukinoshita, she met the wrong person, this madman is not a good match for her at all"?

Why are you all interfering in my relationship with Yukino?

I can't stand it, I have to beat him up first, then I'll think about it.

Nomiyama opened the shoe cabinet, changed into his sneakers, turned to walk outside, and then stopped.

Yukinoshita stood at the entrance of the corridor, frowning as she looked at him. Megumi and Eriri were also beside her.

Taking a few steps forward, Nomiyama stood in front of her and said softly, "What's wrong?"

Yukino Yukinoshita shifted her gaze slightly, but did not see anyone standing next to her.

She lowered her eyes and said, "You said there is basic information in my diary, but there is nothing in my diary. I can't see that person either. I can only see you talking to the air and talking a lot with that 'friend' that I can't see."

Nomiyama remained silent.

Sakurajima Mai looked at the people in front of her. They were all her friends, the only friends she had in her student life. But now only her junior still remembered her. The others had begun to doubt her existence because of her 'invisible and inaudible' nature.

Nomiyama opened his mouth, preparing to give an explanation.

She was embraced, and the other person gently pressed their cheek against hers.

While she was still in a daze, her cheek was brushed against. The girl's voice was shy, but more so it was firm.

“I know that Mr. Nomiyama is not the kind of person who would lie to me about something like this, so I am willing to give you time.”

"But you have to be quick. I don't like it when things happen to you that I don't understand, and I especially don't like it when people misunderstand you."

Nomiyama's heart softened, and her voice became gentle: "Didn't you say before that as long as the people I care about understand me, that's enough?"

"Not enough." Yukino Yukinoshita ignored the gazes that were gathering around her.

She blushed and said in a hoarse voice, "If it were you, I would hope that the people around you could understand that you are not a dangerous person or a violent maniac."

"My boyfriend is great, much better than they imagine."

Reaching out to smooth her hair, Nomiyama exhaled and said seriously, "Give me some more time, and I will find a way to resolve this."

"Ah."

Yukino Yukinoshita gently rubbed her face against his one last time, then let go, stepped back, looked at him for two seconds, and turned to leave.

After that came Hui Xiangqian.

She glanced left and right, a slight blush creeping across her face, tilted her head, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed her cheek.

"Good morning, you're coming to my house again next weekend, so hurry up!"

Nomiyama grunted in agreement, watched Megumi leave, and then turned to look at the crowd of onlookers who had suddenly erupted into a clamor.

He felt that his image as a scumbag was going to be firmly established after this incident, and then they were willing to support him like this. He was a little overwhelmed and a little too touched.

The sound of something cutting through the air came, and Nomiyama reached out and caught the two books that were about to hit his head without changing his expression.

Occasional violence is normal; as long as you're happy to express affection in this pleasant way, and don't try to dismember yourself, it's fine.

Nomiyama carefully put the two books away, planning to return them to them next Monday.

"You, me..."

Nomiyama looked up at Eriri, who was blushing and speechless.

He waved his hand and turned to walk towards the school gate: "Okay, I know what Eriri wants to say. Thank you, see you next week."

Eriri Sawamura froze, then watched him walk away with his back to her, one hand still waving casually at her.

With puffed-out cheeks and glaring eyes, Eriri Sawamura charged forward.

Damn it! He did it on purpose! It was definitely on purpose!

Hearing the commotion behind him, Nomiyama took off running.

In the chase, they passed the first two people and ran forward.