Chapter 16

She imagined storming out of the cubicle and slapping the instigator hard. Trembling and hesitant, she opened the door.

Yes, she was such a loser. Of course,

no one was outside, so she shakily pulled her phone from her pocket and, sobbing, called Amemiya.

The game seemed to be still going on, for the call rang for three minutes before it was connected.

Amemiya didn't say anything, but the faint sound of someone else's questioning could be heard on the other end:

"Amemiya-kun... aren't you going to fight anymore?"

Naoko couldn't suppress her sobs, and she called out a name in a hushed tone: "Amemiya-kun... Amemiya-kun... I'm so pissed off..."

Soon, the noise died down completely, as he seemed to have moved to a quieter place.

"Yeah."

"Someone threw water at me."

"Are you crying, Naoko?" He paused, then said, "Never mind, I'll come find you."

Hearing his gentle, patient voice, she burst into angry and frustrated tears.

He didn't speak again, and only the occasional sound of breathing proved that he hadn't left.

In fact, less than two minutes later, Amemiya arrived.

There was a gentle knock on the compartment door.

Naoko held her breath and even stopped crying.

"It's me, Naoko. Open the door."

"But I don't want to open the door. I'm so angry."

She knew she must look very embarrassed now.

As if reading her inner thoughts, Amemiya outside the door sighed softly: "Naoko, what have you been like since you were a child? Haven't I seen it?"

This is true.

And now, she really needs a way to vent.

Although she knows that it is probably because of Amemiya that she suffered this sudden misfortune, she still can't help but rely on him. As

soon as the compartment door opened, Amemiya lowered his eyes and met her gaze through the crack of the door.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his chest heaved, and his beautiful face seemed a little distorted with anger.

"Do you know who did this?"

"I don't know. When I opened the door, no one was there."

"You idiot." He was furious, muttering something under his breath. Naoko didn't catch it, but silently tugged at his shirt.

"Amemiya-kun... I'm starting to get scared now... I didn't do anything, did I?"

He said nothing, forcefully pulling her forward two steps.

"Where are you going?"

"To kill that damn 'scumbag.'

" "You can't even find out who it is." "

Ha, why not just kill them all? There's no point in them existing anyway."

The muscles on his face twitched rapidly, and a thick shadow clouded his eyes.

Whether he was telling the truth or not, Naoko was startled.

She forgot to cry for a moment. "Wait, wait."

Amemiya turned his head, his narrowed eyes fixed on her face. Seeing her shiver, he asked, "Are you cold?"

"...cold. "

He cursed something again before pushing her back into the cubicle. Before she could react, an arm stretched out from above her head and handed her a still warm uniform top.

"Didn't you say it was cold? Anyway, change into it first."

"...Oh, oh."

She had no choice but to take off the clothes that were so wet that they kept dripping with water and put on the top that originally belonged to Amemiya. It

was warm, dry, and carried the strange fragrance of his body.

When she came out of the cubicle wearing the oversized top, Amemiya had already put on her wet clothes without knowing when, and was waiting for her with a cold face.

This clothes was at least three sizes smaller than his body, and it was tightly tied to his chest. Naoko could almost see his undulating muscles through the wet fabric.

In order to breathe freely, he even had to unbutton the three buttons on his chest, revealing a piece of white skin.

She was stunned for a moment: "Amemiya-kun, you..."

"There is no way to change pants. I can't wear your skirt. If you are cold, you can only bear it for now. ”

“…”

She had originally just wanted to ask why she didn’t get a spare uniform from the storage cabinet…

“Naoko.”

Amemiya stood not far away, his head slightly lowered, his eyes hidden in the shadows. She could hardly make out the expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sorry, Naoko, I didn’t think of that.”

A shadow slowly fell, and the next moment, she was hugged in a wet embrace.

Amemiya leaned close to her ear and said in a much lower voice: “I should protect you.”

After being interrupted like this, Naoko’s fear had already dissipated by 70% or 80%.

This sudden disaster must have been done by one of Amemiya’s admirers.

“How did Amemiya find me?”

She was so angry and scared just now that she didn’t have time to tell him the address.

“I found it by following the smell. Naoko has a very fragrant smell on her body.”

“Ha, Amemiya, it seems you really like this shampoo. "

But even without this fragrance, no matter where you escape, Naoko, Tomie Amamiya will still find you."

This description is somewhat scary.

"Don't threaten me, I want to go home."

Amamiya didn't say anything else, but his arm fell and held her hand tightly.

On the way home, the sky gradually darkened.

Today, passers-by looked at Amamiya-kun more than before.

She guessed that it was probably because of what he was wearing.

"Uniform temptation"...

is that the word?

But there is an old saying among flower growers, "Everyone has a love of beauty", so she couldn't resist the temptation and looked inside his open collar from time to time.

When they returned home safely, Naoko's panic had completely subsided, and she became a little eager. Amamiya

didn't notice her abnormality and let go of her hand: "Go in."

"Ah, Amamiya-kun, wait a minute." She seemed to suddenly remember something, took out a brand new bottle of shampoo from the house, and handed it to him, "Here you go. "

Ha, Naoko, is there any special meaning in giving me shampoo?"

"Don't you like the smell? You always praise it for being fragrant. It just so happened that there was a discount on online shopping a few days ago, so I bought it especially for you."

His dark pupils flickered and fell on her face: "You don't need this kind of thing."

Didn't you seem to like it just now? He kept praising it.

...What a hard-to-guess guy.

She was about to retract her hand, but was held down by Amemiya again.

"Wait."

"Don't you need it?"

"You need it now."

"..." Naoko stared at him speechlessly and coldly.

"Hurry up and go in. Remember to change your clothes first."

Amemiya-kun was so gentle tonight, he didn't look like Amemiya Tomie at all.

As for the criminal, Naoko tried to check the surveillance, but didn't find any suspicious clues.

But Amemiya was extremely angry about this. The muscles in his cheekbones twitched a few times, revealing a gloomy expression. He nervously said something like "I want to kill all these damn "scumbags"."

Of course, this was impossible.

The reason why he had been able to be so domineering for so long without being beaten was entirely because people were reluctant to hit his beautiful face.

Yes, although he was arrogant, Amemiya Tomie's fighting ability was quite low.

This was also a minor flaw in the perfect Amemiya-kun.

After this incident, Amemiya-kun became a little neurotic, always clinging to her like a dog-skin plaster. Even when he went to the bathroom, he would nervously send her a message to ask:

"Are you ready yet?"

Naoko replied with a string of ellipses.

"I've only been in for less than twenty seconds."

"Hurry up."

"I know, don't rush me. "

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but after replying the message, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

When she walked out of the bathroom, Amemiya, who had been waiting at the door, was nowhere to be seen. She sent him a message, but it fell on deaf ears.

Could it be that he had left because of an emergency?

But what kind of emergency could Amemiya-kun have...

playing basketball?

"Amemiya-kun? Amemiya-kun?" She walked around, whispering his name along the way, but there was no response.

Turning a corner, the sound of a knife cutting into flesh, mixed with someone's low groaning, filled her ears.

Following the source of the sound, she took a few steps.

"...Hey, Naoko."

"Amemiya-kun, why are you here?"

But before she could find the place, someone grabbed her from behind by the back of the collar.

"Ha, shouldn't I be the one asking you this? Why did you come to a place like this instead of waiting for me obediently where you are?"

She complained, "How dare you turn the tables? Isn't it because you suddenly and mysteriously disappeared... What's in your hand? Blood?"

As she said this, she lifted Amemiya's hand and was about to take a closer look when he pulled it away.

"It's just paint, nothing to see."

"Really? But I can smell blood."

Naoko walked around behind him and found that his uniform had been half soaked with blood and was now dripping with blood.

She was shocked and quickly grabbed him and looked him up and down: "Amemiya-kun, are you okay? Is your arm still there?"

"...Nothing." "

But your uniform top is torn and half of your clothes are covered in blood. You must be seriously injured."

"I said it's nothing." He raised his hand and turned Naoko's face away, "It's just a minor injury."

"How can it be a minor injury when you bleed so much..."

"Naoko, you are really annoying."

Although he said so, there was no impatience on Amemiya's face. He rolled up his sleeves and showed her his arm: "It's really just a minor injury. "

She looked carefully, and it was actually just a wound the size of a fingernail. It would probably heal in a few minutes.

"Amemiya-kun, you didn't go and hit someone, did you?"

When he said this, his expression became much uglier, and he gritted his teeth: "Hit someone? I wish I could kill him."

"Huh?"

"Let's go, let's get out of here." After that, Amemiya-kun hurriedly dragged her away, as if someone was chasing him.

As he walked, he kept looking back nervously, and only when he walked a long way away did his tense nerves suddenly relax.

"Naoko, do you want to eat Buffy?"

"Now doesn't seem to be the time to discuss Buffy? Are you hiding something from me?"

Amemiya stared at her for a while, then suddenly laughed twice and pinched her face: "Naoko, you are really cute now."

She brushed his hand away unhappily: "I am seriously caring about you. "

"It's nothing," he repeated, "Anyway, I won't let anything happen to you, Naoko."

It seemed that he had no intention of explaining, and she looked at him suspiciously, and he covered her eyes with his hands.

"Don't look at me like that. Come on, Naoko, let's go to Kasuga and eat parfait."

Although the parfait was delicious, she was full of worries and didn't enjoy the meal very much.

She cleared her throat and asked tentatively: "Amamiya-kun, do you have any idea about the water I was splashed with a few days ago?"

"No." Thinking of what happened that day, his face, which was considered calm, suddenly collapsed, "When I find this damn "scumbag", I will kill him with my own hands."

"No...actually, I want to ask," she couldn't help but poke the parfait in the cup with a fork, "How long will the relationship... last? I'm being targeted because of you, Amamiya-kun.

If she hadn't gotten into this damned relationship, nothing would have happened to her.

Amemiya reacted violently, glaring at her sinisterly and asking, "Did I do something to displease you, Naoko? If anyone's against you, just kill them." Amomiya

wasn't that easy...

There wasn't anything displeasing about Amemiya-kun, but the bad thing was that he was just too popular.

She still preferred a more ordinary boyfriend.

"Wouldn't it be nice to go back to the way we were before?"

"No. Naoko, have you ever seen that? A dead 'rat' brought back to life or something."

It wasn't really that analogous.

She muttered, "It's no different than before we were in a relationship, anyway."

"Huh." Amemiya leaned over the table, moving closer, staring at her intently.

"So, Naoko, do you think it's the same as before?" He lifted their interlocked hands and shook them gently. "No one holds hands with their friends, let alone kisses, Naoko."

She was unjustified but confident: "Wouldn't it be nice to cut your losses in time? Besides, it was you who took the initiative to kiss me—"

"Whatever you think, Naoko, I'm the only one who can bring up breaking up."

"Why?"

Amemiya tapped the side of her parfait with her fingertips. "No reason, Naoko, just be obedient. But, would you like an extra helping?"

She felt completely powerless, unable to influence Amemiya-kun; he always had his own theories.

"...Okay then. I'll also have a double chocolate one to take home."

Naoko had been thinking about seeing Irie-senpai downstairs lately, and whenever she did, she'd instinctively look toward Amemiya's house.

And so she witnessed something even more terrifying:

Irie Reo would sneak into Amemiya's room when no one was home and steal things. Of

course, this kind of thing couldn't be hidden, and Amemiya began to frequently complain to Naoko about lost items, initially just innocuous items like pens and water bottles.

"They were clearly here yesterday, Naoko. Didn't you really take them?"

she said angrily. "Your headphones are useless to me. But..."

"But what?"

"But, it's possible that Senior took them."

Hearing these two words, the muscles in his cheek twitched exaggeratedly. "Naoko, what do you mean?"

"Ah, Amamiya-kun, you didn't notice at all? I often see Senior crawling into your room through the water pipe."

After hearing this, Amamiya's expression calmed down. "Naoko, you mean, you clearly saw it, but you never told me, right?"

"I just don't know how to tell you," she said, feeling a little guilty. "Besides, no one in their right mind would be so unaware of it, right? This is entirely your fault, Amamiya-kun."

He didn't answer, but instead pinched the man's cheek fiercely.

Now that they had the clue, arresting him was a natural step.

Naoko didn't want to face such an embarrassing situation, so she planned to quietly slip away while downstairs, but was coldly rejected by Amamiya.

"In the final analysis, it's all because you didn't tell me ahead of time, Naoko. Now I'm so nauseous I can't eat. You have to help me catch this damn 'rat.'"

Even if it rots, it's still my first love, she stammered, "Senior, please don't hate me..."

"You can't refuse, Naoko."

As a child, Naoko often visited Amemiya's small Western-style house to play with him.

Not only did he have every toy on the market, but there was also an ornate grand piano in the living room.

She couldn't play, of course, but that didn't stop her from playing around and losing herself in her music.

As she grew older, she came less often.

Amemiya tossed a pair of slippers in front of her: "Change."

"Pink bunny, they match the ones on your feet. So cute."

"Forget about wearing them."

"Why are you suddenly so awkward... I didn't say I didn't want to wear them, I just wanted to take a picture first," she grumbled.

"Want something to eat?"

"Anything is fine?" "

Tomie Amemiya is a perfect person... in almost every aspect.

This means that even if he doesn't put his heart into learning, he can play the piano or cook with ease.

So Naoko ordered five or six dishes without hesitation.

He snorted coldly: "Can you eat it? I'm afraid it will be wasted again."

"What do you care? Can't I take it home and eat it?"

"Whatever you say."

The Amemiya family's house is really too big.

Naoko walked around twice and almost felt dizzy. It must be very troublesome to clean this place.

She tried to go to the kitchen to help Amemiya, but after breaking two bowls, he drove her out with a stern face:

"You'd better play your games in the hall."

She was originally excited about the TV that looked super big and super fun to play games on, but after flipping through the games that Amemiya put in the drawer, she had to give up. They

were all old-fashioned and boring games. She didn't play them after she was ten years old.

It was so boring.

"Amemiya-kun, I want to go into your room and take a look. "

Naoko has never been in an adult man's room before.

He was holding a spatula and stir-frying some golden fried chicken wings. Hearing this, he casually responded: "Then go ahead. But the meal is almost ready, you have to come down early."

There was only Amemiya's room and a gorgeously decorated library on the second floor.

As soon as she opened the door, she met the eyes of the uninvited guest in the room.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and finally Naoko turned and ran first: "Amemiya-kun! You, there is someone in your room!"

The expression on Irie's face became ferocious in an instant. He was holding a pair of underwear in his hand, and seemed to want to pounce on her and strangle her neck, but she slammed the door and blocked him behind her.

When Amemiya walked into the room, Irie Reo was gone.

He looked down from the balcony and saw that the dirty "rat" was slowly climbing down the pipe, and his underwear hanging on the clothes hanger was gone.