People in Mygo are emotional firefighters.

People in Mygo are emotional firefighters.

Author: Sun Rain

Summary:

[mygo+mujica, male protagonist story]

Chihaya Aine's biggest regret is that she personally brought Ishikawa Mayu, this "SSR," back into the band.

The result is:

The elegant and considerate girl next door wants to take him home as "family."

The stubborn and short-tempered drummer teacher made finding fault with him his daily entertainment.

Even when looking at their favorite idol, they can feel a tantalizing gaze.

While maintaining her "official queen smile," Chihaya Aine was internally ranting:

"We agreed to make music together, so why are you all stealing from my house?!"

Extra

Bonus Chapter (1) Christmas Benefits

Time: December 24th, Christmas Eve, 10 PM

Location: Ishikawa Mayu's apartment

Only a warm yellow floor lamp was on in the living room, and occasional fragments of Christmas carols drifted from the street outside the window. The room was quiet, with only the faint hum of the radiator.

Ishikawa Mayu was sitting on the sofa, holding a sheet music book in his hands, but his gaze was somewhat unfocused. He had received several messages today saying "I want to see you tonight," the content subtle but the intention clear.

Starting in the evening, the doorbell and key sounds came intermittently—Lixi came to deliver a newly arranged drum score and a cup of hot cocoa that she thought was "a hundred times better than what you can buy outside." She stayed for twenty minutes, but he kept her for another ten minutes under the pretext of "arrangement details," and finally she was urged to leave by a phone call from her sister.

Deng came downstairs and brought a jar of homemade, star-shaped gingerbread, her light brown eyes shining shyly.

Lena arrived gracefully with her suitcase, ate the last box of matcha pudding in the refrigerator, put a glowing Santa Claus rubber band on his wrist (whose origin was unknown), said "gift," and then disappeared again.

……

All sorts of thoughtful gifts had accumulated on the coffee table. He thought the commotion was over and was about to tidy up when he heard the sound of a key turning in the entryway again.

The door opened, and Chihaya Aine peeked in, a mischievous smile on her face. "Maha? Still awake?" She slipped in, still wearing the same red coat she'd worn when they said goodbye, but now carrying a smaller, more delicate velvet pouch that she hadn't seen before.

"Aine?" Zhenyu asked, somewhat surprised. She put down the sheet music and stood up. "Didn't you just get back...?"

“I remembered halfway there,” Ai Yin shook the velvet bag in her hand, her cheeks slightly flushed, whether from the cold or something else, “I forgot to give you a ‘special edition’ gift. And…” her voice trailed off, her eyes darting around, “I just feel… tonight shouldn’t end like this.”

For some reason, Ishikawa Mayu had a bad feeling, but she still accepted Chihaya Aine's new gift.

"And a hug. It's so cold outside."

Aine opened her arms and rushed into Mayu's embrace.

The wool of the coat had a somewhat rough texture, but the soft curves of her body beneath were clearly visible through the fabric to Ishikawa Mayu. Chihaya Aine tightened her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck and nuzzling him, her breath warm.

"Did you miss me?" she asked softly, her tone a mix of coquettishness and a touch of smugness.

“…I’ve thought about it.” Mayu answered honestly, patting her back gently. He could feel Aine’s body stiffen slightly, then press closer to him.

Just then, the sound of the door opening came from the entryway.

Both of them were taken aback.

Chihaya Aine lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes widening slightly.

Nagasaki Motoyo walked in, wearing a long, off-white wool cardigan over a dark green silk dress. Her long hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders, and she exuded a gentle yet reserved wintery aura.

Chihaya Aine's body visibly stiffened, her previously relaxed and curled-up posture instantly straightening up, a fleeting look of guilt crossing her face as if she had been caught – after all, she was the one who had returned.

But when she saw that Su Shi had also taken off her coat and was holding a gift box, her silver-gray eyes blinked rapidly. Her guilty conscience receded like a tide, replaced by an understanding that said, "So you are too," and a renewed fighting spirit with a cunning glint.

So, Su Shi also came back after leaving. Well then... let's not laugh at each other.

When Su Shi saw Ai Yin in the living room, her steps faltered almost imperceptibly. A knowing look of "I knew it" flashed across her pale blue eyes, but the gentle smile that followed also carried a subtle hint of awkwardness—"Me too"—though she concealed it much better than Ai Yin. Her expression quickly returned to normal, as if she had simply bumped into an acquaintance.

"Good evening, Masahiro-kun." She greeted Masahiro softly first, then turned to Aine with a gentle smile, "Aine-kun is here too, what a coincidence."

"Is Su Shi here to give a 'special gift' too?" Ai Yin deliberately emphasized the word "special," her face beaming with a bright smile, the slight guilt she had felt earlier completely gone. She even moved closer to Zhen Yu, patting the empty space on the sofa, "Sit down, sit down, don't stand."

Su Shi calmly hung up her coat, revealing a finely crafted dark green dress underneath. Instead of sitting where Ai Yinpai was seated, she gracefully sat down on the adjacent armchair, her legs together and slightly crossed, gently placing the gift box on her lap.

“Yes,” she readily admitted, her gaze lingering on Aine’s face for a moment before her smile deepened. “I always felt that… it would be better to say my blessings to her in person tonight.”

The words were spoken subtly, but both girls understood the subtext—neither wanted the night to end so uneventfully, and both wanted to be the last, or rather, the most special one.

Aine's eyes curved into crescents, and she suddenly reached out and tugged at Mayu's sleeve: "Mayu, look, even Suze thinks so. Looks like tonight's going to be a bit lively~"

Her tone was light, but the way she linked her arm with Zhenyu's carried a clear possessive undertone. Since everyone had "gone and returned," let's compete fairly.

Su Shi's gaze fell on Aine's hand, which was linked with Mayu's arm. Her smile remained unchanged, but she leaned forward slightly and handed the gift box to Mayu: "Merry Christmas, Mayu-kun. I hope you like it."

As she handed over the gift box, her fingertips inadvertently brushed against the back of Zhenyu's hand, bringing a slightly cool touch.

Ishikawa Mayu felt the starkly different temperatures and auras on his left and right sides. Aine's lively warmth clung to him, while Suze's elegant fragrance lingered beside him. He accepted Suze's gift box, thanked her, but his mind was racing to process the sudden escalation of the situation before him.

"...Should we open the gift first?" he tried to find a buffer.

“Okay!” Ai Yin immediately responded, pulling him towards the sofa. “I’ll take mine apart first!”

Su Shi didn't object, but gracefully sat down on the single sofa nearby, her legs together and slightly crossed, her skirt draped down to reveal her slender ankles. Her gaze remained fixed on Zhen Yu.

Aiyin's gift was a pair of custom-made couple mugs—the pink one had a simple drawing of a guitar and a kitten, while the blue one had a violin and stars. The bottom of the mugs was also engraved with the small letters "A&M".

"You can use it every morning from now on," Ai Yin whispered in his ear, her warm breath on his earlobe bringing a touch of moisture.

Su Shi's gift was a dark gray cashmere scarf, as soft as a cloud.

Nagasaki Motoyo stood up herself, wrapped the scarf around Mayu's neck, and lightly traced his jawline with her fingers.

"It's easy to catch a cold in winter, and you always forget to wear a scarf, Makoto." Her voice was very close to yours. "I'll remind you next time...."

The scent of incense on the scarf wasn't the one Su Shi usually used. But Ishikawa Mayu still recognized it; it was Su Shi's own scent, an elegant, cool fragrance with a subtle hint of the warm, mellow essence of her beloved black tea. This realization made his ears burn.

After the gifts were unwrapped, the atmosphere became even more awkward. Aine had already squeezed down next to Mayu, practically leaning against him. Su Shi remained seated on the single sofa, but leaned forward slightly, elbows on her knees, chin in hand, looking at him.

“Mayu,” Aine suddenly spoke, her fingers fiddling with the drawstring of his hoodie, “Tonight…are the three of us spending Christmas together?”

Her question was direct, with a hint of probing and a touch of challenge.

Su Shi smiled gently: "How does Ai Yin want to spend her time?"

“I want to spend some time alone with Mayu,” Aine said decisively, but then her eyes crinkled into a smile. “But since Motoyo-san is already here… how about we go together?”

"Together?" Su Shi repeated the word, her voice rising slightly at the end.

“For example…” Aine’s fingers moved off the drawstring and gently rested on Mayu’s hand, “…to watch a movie together? Or…to play some fun games?”

Her fingertips traced circles on the back of Ishikawa Mayu's hand, a light but clearly provocative gesture.

Shinba felt his heart racing. He could see Suze's gaze fall on Aine's fingers, then slowly move upwards to meet his eyes. Something was melting in those pale blue eyes, becoming softer, and also more... aggressive.

“Okay.” Su Shi suddenly stood up and walked to the sofa. Instead of sitting on the other side, she gently knelt on the carpet in front of the coffee table and looked up at Zhen Yu.

From this angle, she looked unusually docile, but her eyes betrayed a different story. She reached out and grasped Mayu's other hand.

“Mayu-kun,” she said softly, her thumb stroking the back of his hand, “tonight is a special night. How… do you want to spend it?”

Mayu felt both of his hands being held, and both eyes focused on him. Aine's expectation, Souse's gentleness—two different pressures, yet equally intense.

He took a deep breath.

“First…” his voice was a little hoarse, “Let’s turn off the lights first. Leave only the lights on the Christmas tree.”

Ai Yin's eyes lit up, and she immediately jumped up: "I'll go turn it off!"

Su Shi didn't move, still holding his hand, but her smile deepened.

The lights went out, leaving only the warm yellow string lights wrapped around the small Christmas tree in the corner, casting a faint and ambiguous halo in the darkness. The outlines of the room became blurred, but the atmosphere and temperature became even more distinct.

Mayu felt the side of the sofa sag – Aine was back. This time, she straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“It’s warm like this,” she said matter-of-factly, then lowered her head and kissed his lips.

It was a kiss with a citrus scent, proactive and sweet. Mayu responded instinctively, his hand on her waist. She had taken off her wool coat and was now only wearing a soft knit sweater; the curve of her waist was clearly felt in his palm.

The kiss lasted for more than ten seconds, until Aine was really out of breath, and then Mayu pulled away slightly.

Chihaya Aine stepped back slightly, her breathing completely disordered. Her eyes shone brightly, glistening with moisture under the Christmas tree lights, and her cheeks were flushed. Her gaze towards Mayu still held a lingering haze and a hint of coquettishness, as if she had long forgotten to provoke Suze, who was kneeling on the carpet.

Su Shi's smile remained unchanged, growing even more tender. She gripped Zhen Yu's hand slightly, then gently lifted it, pressing the back of his hand against her slightly warm cheek. Her skin was smooth and cool, brushing against his knuckles, but her gaze, through the dim light, was firmly locked onto Aine's eyes, showing no hesitation, only a quiet, assertive tenderness.

"Masahiro-kun's hands... are so warm," Suze whispered, her voice like melting honey. She turned her head, her soft lips brushing lightly against Masahiro's palm, sending a slight shiver down his spine. Unlike Aine, she didn't directly ask for a kiss, but instead used this roundabout yet intimate way to declare that she also occupied his attention, even participating in this intimate game in the dark with a more teasing attitude.

Seeing this, Aine snorted, turned Mayu's face back towards her, and kissed her even more deeply, as if to overshadow the touch left by Suze.

Caught between the two, Mayu was met with Aine's passionate and direct demands on one side, her lips and teeth filled with the sweetness of youth; and with Souse's delicate teasing on the other, the warmth of her breath and the faint kisses lingering on her palms and neck.

He could feel Ai Yin's body trembling slightly with emotion, and he could also see Su Shi gazing at him in the light and shadow, her eyes filled with a gentle, captivating light.

The Christmas tree lights flickered on and off, like the rhythm of a heartbeat. Mayu felt Aine's hand begin to move restlessly on his back, while Suze, who was holding his hand, began to gently scratch the inside of his wrist with her fingertips.

"Mayu..." Aine breathed in his ear, "Touch me..."

She took his hand and placed it over her chest. Beneath the thin fabric of her underwear, her heart pounded rapidly.

Su Shi didn't speak, but guided his other hand to the zipper at the back of her dress. The slow, resonant sound of the zipper sliding down was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

The Christmas tree lights flickered suddenly, as if there was a bad connection. In that instant of changing light and shadow, Mayu saw the watery glint in Suze's eyes and Aine's dreamy and longing expression.

Then the lights returned to normal, and everything was once again bathed in a warm, ambiguous yellow light.

"Go to the bedroom..." Zhenyu finally found her voice, which was incredibly hoarse.

“Okay,” Su Shi replied softly, but gently pressed him down as he tried to get up. “But before that…”

She leaned down and kissed his collarbone, then continued downwards.

Seeing this, Ai Yin, not to be outdone, kissed his Adam's apple, her hands continuing to roam over his body.

Zhenyu leaned back on the sofa, looking at the flickering light spots cast by the string lights on the ceiling. He could feel himself being slowly and thoroughly dismantled, savored, and possessed.

This Christmas Eve is destined to be long.

And outside the window, the snow began to fall silently.

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It's MyGo!!!

Chapter One: Stone

April 30, Tokyo, Haneoka Academy.

Less than a month before the start of the semester, the students in Class A of Grade 1 had already spontaneously formed many small groups.

Before the teacher arrived, everyone chatted and boasted with their newly acquainted friends.

As expected of vibrant Japanese high school students?

Ishikawa Mayu glanced at her classmates out of the corner of her eye, listlessly slumped on her desk, and muttered to herself, "The energy of those who are popular with others is terrifying..."