mygo, Villain Simulator

But just as you were stepping off the overpass, you suddenly stopped.

A car slowly came to a stop on the opposite side of the road.

[In the rain, you see the car door open, and a person holding an umbrella appears to be helping another person out of the car.]

You were stunned.

By the light of the rain and the dim streetlights, you finally recognized the figure getting off the bus.

It's a Takamatsu lantern.

She turned her head to the side, looked up from under the umbrella, and smiled broadly.

But you've never seen a smile like that before.

It's a smile that belongs only to a stranger, a smile that has never been shown to you.

The wind howled past my ears, and raindrops fell like needles.

You stand there, the umbrella in your hand swaying precariously in the wind, yet you have no strength to hold on tight.

My chest felt empty, as if something had ripped open a deep wound.

Just stand there quietly.

Rain streamed down the eaves of the umbrella, blurring your vision.

But you kept staring at that scene, refusing to blink.

After helping Takamatsu Tsubaki off the bus, the person holding the umbrella leaned down and said something.

You can't hear it through the wind and rain, you can only see the tall pine lamp nodding gently.

The next instant, the person got back into the car, the headlights came on like two sharp blades piercing the rain, and then slowly drove away.

Only the lamp remained.

She tucked her wet hair in, pulled her backpack strap back over her shoulder, and carefully braved the typhoon to head home.

The umbrella swayed precariously in the wind, yet she gripped the handle tightly, her steps slow but resolute.

You watched quietly, doing nothing.

Like a shadow trapped in the rain, unable to take a single step.

You wanted to call her name, but your throat felt blocked, and your voice was completely drowned out by the wind and rain.

At that moment, you suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

[The Takamatsu Akari before you is clearly your childhood friend, someone you've known since you were little, yet she seems like a figure gradually fading into the distance.]

She wasn't walking fast, but you felt the distance between you was greater than the storm.

[Until her figure completely disappeared into the night, you remained motionless, letting the cold rain soak you through.]

When the door was pushed open, the howling wind almost swept the rain into the house.

[Takamatsu Akari was soaking wet, her hair plastered to her face, but she didn't bother to clean up her disheveled appearance.]

She carefully put down the schoolbag she was clutching tightly, her movements carrying a slight urgency.

She unzipped her jacket and immediately reached in.

The pale green notebook lay there unharmed.

She held it in her hands, let out a long sigh of relief, and a smile of relief appeared on her face.

"Great, it didn't get wet from the rain."

Actually, she shouldn't have gone to that place after school today.

But a sudden phone call left her no choice but to answer.

[The voice on the other end of the phone said: Hello, I found a notebook with a lot of writing in it. Is it yours?]

Her heart skipped a beat, and almost instinctively she answered: Where are you? I'll come find you!!!

Following the address provided, she was ushered into a car by a maid and taken to a luxurious courtyard.

The servant at the door respectfully welcomed her inside, and in the lobby, she met the owner of the telephone.

She was a blue-haired girl who looked elegant and exuded an air of nobility.

[I really miss those notebooks. I had one of these too, the Rhinoceros Beetle one.]

[As if he had met a kindred spirit, Takamatsu Akari's eyes lit up.]

The blue-haired girl handed the notebook back to her, a smile playing on her lips: "These are lyrics, right? They're really excellent lyrics."

As she spoke, she walked to the piano, opened her notebook, and began to play with effortless yet graceful strokes.

Accompanied by the sound of a piano, the blue-haired girl sang softly, reciting the words from the notebook.

[Takamatsu Akari was stunned, as if hearing her own innermost thoughts sung out in their entirety for the first time.]

She couldn't help but start talking to the other person, from melodies to lyrics, from her own carefully cherished dreams to the world the other person envisioned.

Time slipped away unnoticed amidst conversation and music.

"I want to form a band."

The blue-haired girl's eyes were earnest and enthusiastic as she asked, "May I invite you?"

At that moment, Takamatsu Akari subconsciously thought of you.

She hesitated for a moment, then answered softly, "I...I want to ask someone."

"Okay." The blue-haired girl smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

However, the weather suddenly changed.

The rain pounded down outside the window as the typhoon swept in.

The blue-haired girl, worried that Takamatsu Akari wouldn't be able to get back, instructed the maid to drive her home safely.

However, on her way home, she suddenly realized—her phone was dead.

My heart tightened instantly.

"Wakaba must be worried about me..."

So, upon finally getting home, the first thing she did wasn't to change out of her soaking wet clothes, but to check if her laptop was intact.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief when she saw that the notebook was still intact.

Then, carrying her schoolbag, she walked briskly but hurriedly towards her room.

She needs to charge her phone quickly so she can contact you.

And you?

[Enable augmented reality mode?]

【Yes】

I suddenly realized that I haven't gotten over the last simulation yet, and I wrote in too much detail. I need to change this habit in the following writing.

Chapter 353 Typhoon, Parents Absent, Lonely Man and Woman (4k)

The typhoon outside the window continued to rage, the gale-force winds and rain pounding against the windowpane with a low, rapid sound, as if trying to swallow the whole world. Inside the room, the light was dim, the electric light flickering erratically under the onslaught of the wind and rain, casting swaying, uneasy shadows.

The door was pushed open, and Ichinose Wakaba walked in.

His clothes were soaked through by the rain, the fabric clinging tightly to his body, and the dripping water droplets splashed a cool ring on the floor.

The hair on Ichinose Wakaba's forehead was wet and stuck to her face, sliding down her pale cheeks, and her lips were almost completely devoid of color.

He seemed unwilling to let anyone see his disheveled state, and tried his best to maintain his usual composure, his back ramrod straight, and even the corners of his mouth barely managing a nonchalant smile. But under the light, the heavy shadows in his eyes and his slightly trembling fingers betrayed his weakness.

Gao Songdeng looked at him, and her heart suddenly clenched.

She clearly sensed that he seemed on the verge of collapse at any moment, like a branch swaying precariously in the wind and rain outside. His struggle to hold on made her more uneasy than the typhoon outside.

"Wakaba..." she called softly, her voice filled with worry.

Gao Song Deng called out softly, and his feet almost subconsciously took a step forward.

Looking closer, her unease intensified—tiny water droplets clung to his eyelashes, and his slightly reddened eyes seemed stung by the wind and rain. He stood ramrod straight, yet there was a stiffness in his posture, as if he would collapse at the slightest touch.

Gao Songdeng's fingers trembled slightly as she hurriedly pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and clumsily wiped the damp strands of hair from his forehead. Unfortunately, she realized as soon as she held it in her palm that the handkerchief was already soaked and cold to the touch, and it wouldn't do much good.

In fact, Takamatsu Teng was in a similar predicament.

Although I was arranged to take a car back by someone else, even though it was only a short walk from where I got off the car to home, the wind and rain showed no mercy.

Holding an umbrella, a gust of wind blew, and the raindrops seemed to deliberately sneak under the umbrella, soaking her from head to toe.

At this moment, the hem of her school uniform skirt clung wetly to her thighs, its color a shade darker, outlining her slender figure. Her thin shirt was also soaked by the rain, clinging tightly to her shoulders, back, and arms, radiating a chill.

The girl's breathing trembled slightly, but she paid no attention to her embarrassment, focusing only on the boy in front of her.

She was disheveled, but her eyes were bright and full of worry.

That eagerness and concern made her seem more stubborn than a storm.

Ichinose Wakaba stood there quietly, letting Takamatsu Akira clumsily wipe her down. He didn't refuse; instead, he lowered his head slightly, a rare gentleness appearing in his eyes.

The chill of the wind and rain still lingered on his body, but when those slender, trembling fingers touched him, he felt a warmth that made even his breathing more at ease.

Gao Songdeng quickly realized that the handkerchief was too wet to be effective, and in her haste, she reached for the tissues on the table. She carefully pulled out a few and gently but urgently wiped his cheeks and hair, as if afraid of hurting him. The tissues rubbed back and forth on his cheeks with a touch of clumsy tenderness.

Ichinose Wakaba looked at her, a strange sense of peace welling up deep in his eyes. The weakness he felt after being battered by the storm was now masked, and he almost enjoyed this moment of being carefully cared for, as if the raging typhoon outside had nothing to do with them.

However, as she wiped, Gao Songdeng suddenly stopped. Her eyes gradually reddened, and tears finally welled up. The tissue was still on his face, but her voice was already choked with sobs.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Wakaba..."

She bit her lip, and tears dripped onto the tissue, blurring his face.

The girl's voice trembled, and she was crying so hard she could barely speak. Her hands gripped the tissues tightly, her fingertips turning white.

Because she suddenly understood why her childhood sweetheart's clothes were dampened by the typhoon, just like hers.

"...It's because I didn't come home, right? So...that's why you went out to look for me, right?"

Tears streamed down her face. Despite being soaked in sweat and shivering with cold, Gao Songdeng couldn't stop crying because of her self-blame.

Ichinose Wakaba simply watched her quietly, letting her tears and the wet tissues fall onto her, a slight smile playing on her lips, a weary tenderness in her eyes.

Ichinose Wakaba gently raised her hand, her fingertips still cool, and touched Takamatsu Akari's face.

He bent down slightly, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his voice hoarse but as gentle as he could:

"Don't cry, Deng... I'm okay. I'm really okay."

His eyes were serious, as if he wanted to hide his own weakness, just to comfort the heartbroken girl in front of him.

In that instant, he almost forgot about the storm outside and only wanted to put her mind at ease.

However, at this moment——

Takamatsu Akari's phone suddenly rang.

The sound was sudden; it came from a phone that was charging on the table.

"...!"

The girl flinched instinctively, glanced at the caller ID on her phone, and quickly grabbed it from the table. Her tears still wet, she frantically pressed the answer button.

Ichinose Wakaba stood there, stunned.

He watched as Deng quickly answered the phone, his heart clenching suddenly.

—He had called her countless times before, but she had never answered. In the wind and rain, he pressed the dial button again and again, only to be met with a cold dial tone and silence.

But now, Gao Songdeng answered the call without hesitation.

"Ah...yes, I'm home. Everything's really alright, don't worry."

Takamatsu Akari's voice carried a hint of laughter, and despite tears still glistening in her eyes, she forced a reassuring smile. That smile was as warm as a lamplight, yet it pierced Ichinose Wakaba's heart.

That smile...

It should belong to him alone.

His throat tightened, and a vague sense of unease and helplessness welled up in his chest.

The image of what had just happened downstairs flashed through his mind—the man he had seen with his own eyes, the one who had brought Gao Songdeng back with an umbrella. In the rain, their backs as they walked side by side overlapped.