mygo, Villain Simulator

Sase Nagasaki: Everyone, are we going to the Twin Towers press conference?

Chihaya Aine: Huh? That tallest building in Japan?

Nagasaki Sase: Yes, I received an invitation from a friend. I already have one from Wakaba, so does everyone want to go?

Chihaya Aine: I'm going!!!

For Chihaya Aine, who loves excitement and being in the spotlight, this press conference held in Japan's tallest building had been something she had been eagerly anticipating for a long time.

However, the banquet was by invitation only, and although the Chihaya family was considered to be in the middle to upper echelons, she herself was clearly not among those invited.

Therefore, when the opportunity presented itself, Chihaya Aine seized it without hesitation.

Nagasaki Sase: Okay, Aine is going, what about the others?

Shiina Tatsuki: Hey, didn't we agree to rehearse together on Sunday? We have a performance coming up soon.

Takamatsu: I want to go. I heard it's the place where neon lights are closest to the sky. I want to see the stars.

Shiina Tatsuki: Since the lighthouse said so, some relaxation is necessary, so I'll go too.

Nagasaki Sase: There were many matcha-based desserts and delicacies at the dinner party.

Yao Lenai: Go!

This is mygo's Sunday plan.

A lavish banquet, a short "break," and a group of close friends who need no further explanation.

But right now, only Shiina Tatsuki is sending confirmation messages in the group.

Takamatsu Akari: Where's Aine?

These few words, though brief, are like a pebble thrown into a silent lake.

The ripples spread outwards in circles, but there was still no cheerful response from the pink-haired girl.

—She's been acting strange since yesterday.

No one said it aloud, but everyone tacitly realized one thing—Chihaya Aine was in trouble.

Or, to be more precise, she ran into some trouble.

After all, that loudest, most sizzling sound from before never appeared.

Shiina Tatsuki: Hey, say something.

Finally, after a series of attempts, Chihaya Aine slowly popped up.

Chihaya Aine: I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well.

Takamatsu: Is Aine alright?

Shiina Tatsuki: Huh? You're sick?

Those two short words of concern warmed her heart and touched her nose.

The pink-haired girl leaned against the headboard, holding her phone in her hand. Even though nothing had happened, she inexplicably felt a lump in her throat.

Chihaya Aine enjoys being cared for in this way.

However, she also knew that she had lied.

The girl was not sick.

Because of that dream, she felt completely drained and didn't even want to put on a show.

Commonly known as—completely giving up.

The screen light shone on Chihaya Aine's face. The air was quiet, and the group messages were still popping up, but she just stared at them, not wanting to reply to anything.

This silence, like a silent low pressure, enveloped the entire mygo.

Chihaya Aine: It's okay, everyone, don't worry.

Chihaya Aine: It's not a big problem~

Chihaya Ai: This weekend, right? I'll be there on time.

After uttering those words, Chihaya Aine seemed to have all her strength drained away, too lazy to even move a finger.

The screen kept displaying the message "The light is typing...", but she simply placed the phone face down on the bedside table and let the small print disappear on its own.

The room was quiet, and even the wind outside the window carried a chill.

The pink-haired girl was wrapped in a blanket, with only half of her face showing. Her eyes were empty, as if the colors of the world had been turned gray.

Ultimately, from that first sentence onward, she lost all enthusiasm for anything.

—Because, Chihaya Aine has lost her love.

It wasn't the kind of dramatic, tear-jerking kind.

Quietly, like a tide, that little corner of "like" in my heart was gradually buried.

When the person she secretly liked smiled and looked at someone else, Chihaya Aine smiled too.

On the surface, she seemed more cheerful than anyone else, with a smile on her face and her voice still carrying its usual slightly irreverent tone.

But only the girl herself knew that at that moment, her heart felt as if it had been gently poked, a quiet, bittersweet ache.

—The kind of person who's too lazy to even cry.

"Fool……"

Chihaya Aine murmured something under her breath, it was unclear whether she was referring to the other person or herself.

The cursor blinked again and again, as if mocking her fragile heart—you were the one who chose to let go, so why are you crying here now?

Therefore, the pink-haired girl now simply doesn't have the energy to maintain the "Chihaya Aine" image in public.

She doesn't want to do anything right now.

Even washing my hair or changing into my outdoor clothes feels like too much trouble.

I just want to curl up in bed, hide in my room, and cry my heart out until I get over the breakup.

The phone screen kept beeping outside the blanket.

Chihaya Aine nestled in the pillow, her face half-buried, her brow twitching intermittently.

At first, she could pretend not to hear, and rely on the warmth of the quilt to seal herself in a small world that belonged only to herself.

But the ringing kept coming, like some persistent reminder, relentlessly drilling into the girl's ears.

"very noisy……"

She mumbled something weakly.

In that instant, the girl suddenly understood something.

It turns out that when she was frantically sending messages in the group chat before, the feeling that others heard was probably the same as what she is experiencing now.

"...So annoying, how noisy was I before?"

The pink-haired girl in bed let out a light, self-deprecating laugh.

She could even picture her former self's smug expression after posting a bunch of "Shocking!!" "Hahahaha" and "Ahhhhhh" messages.

For some reason, thinking about it this way makes me want to sigh even more.

"They've already broken up, and they can still reflect on their actions..."

"I really am the biggest idiot."

The phone's vibration remained persistent.

—Beep beep beep, beep beep beep.

It was as if someone was deliberately preventing Chihaya Aine from sinking.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she reached out and touched her phone from the bedside table.

"Alright, alright, I'll see who's spamming the chat..."

Muttering to herself, the girl still unlocked the screen.

A flash of light pierced the dark room, making her squint.

At the very top of the screen, the icon for the mygo group kept flashing, with "99+" displayed next to it.

"...Huh? Why is it so lively today?"

Now it was Chihaya Aine's turn to be stunned.

You should know that unless she initiates topics in the group, it's usually just:

Shiina Tatsuki: Contacted today

Gao Songdeng: Okay.

Yao Lenai: Hmm.

—And that was it.

But now, the number of unread messages has exploded to "99+".

Curiosity overcame the sadness of heartbreak, and Chihaya Aine gently slid her finger upwards.

She jumped to the spot where she had just finished talking.

On the screen was a photograph.

The interplay of light and shadow made the person's tall and imposing figure in the mirror stand out, accentuated by the tailored suit, as if they had stepped out of a magazine cover.

"what……"

The girl let out a soft, slightly tense breath.

The reason the group was so lively was because of this photo.

A whole string of bullet-screen replies filled the screen.

Shiina Tatsuki: Why did you suddenly post his photo?

Yao Lenai: Handsome.

Takamatsu Akari: Wakaba... is so beautiful.

Sase Nagasaki: This Sunday, Wakaba is also going to the Twin Towers and will be performing on stage.

The figure in the photo is none other than the person who caused Chihaya Aine's heartbreak.

That black fitted dress, with its clean and crisp lines, outlined the contours between a boy and a young man.

The soft light shone on his face, making his eyebrows and eyes as gentle as the night breeze, yet his shoulders were so straight that it was impossible to look away.

Even Chihaya Aine, watching from outside the screen, was dazzled by the scene.

"what……"

She chuckled and raised her hand, gently pressing it against her forehead.

"The reason everyone is so excited is still—it's him."

The pain of heartbreak hasn't disappeared; instead, it feels more real because of this photo.

What were once vague emotions have now been violently stirred up.

A tightness gripped her chest, like a gentle tide washing over her, submerging the defenses that Chihaya Aine had barely managed to erect.

"...Damn it, who can withstand this?"

She murmured softly, her lips pressed tightly together.

Then, the girl couldn't resist and her finger stopped on the input box.

The cursor blinked, as if urging her to speak.

But the girl remained silent, and after a long time, she sent nothing.

However, in front of the screen, the pink-haired girl buried herself back under the covers, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"I really am so spineless..."

Alright, that's pretty much all I have to say. Tomorrow I'll write about the beginning of the Twin Towers simulation, and then start the new simulation.