Chapter 38

"Are you scared? It's okay to tell you, I'm just a bandit from the wild, and I make a living by robbing and stealing in this city of Tokyo.

"I don't even have a resident ID, that's why I can't go to the hospital. "

He leisurely ate away at the fear of the young girl in front of him, as if he spoke such a long paragraph just to scare her.

But these almost threatening words sounded completely unreliable to her ears.

In this age where everyone has a mobile phone, he actually called himself a "bandit" and did not even have a "resident identity".

Rather than believing his inexplicable self-narration, Naoko would rather believe that he was a ruthless middle school student with second-year syndrome.

After all, there are many middle school students in the city of Tokyo.

However, for the sake of face, he could endure the pain without even a groan, and he was a leader even among the stubborn middle school students with second-year syndrome.

Naoko unconsciously slowed down the action of applying medicine to him.

Intricate and mottled scars covered his white legs. In addition, his face, arms, and even back had scratches of varying degrees.

It looked like he had experienced an explosion or an earthquake.

He squinted at his face and pointed to the scar on his arm: "Here, put some more medicine on it."

"I know, since I saved you, I will be responsible. "

Although she always thought about not picking up men on the street, in fact, she couldn't bear to watch them die for the time being. She couldn't bear it even if it was just a kitten, let alone a living person. Even

if she had really gritted her teeth and left just now, she would probably go back to save people soon in shame.

After receiving good treatment, Mr. Desperado looked much better and became more confident: "No one asked you to save me."

Haha.

Such nonsense can be said.

Naoko could not forget his threatening eyes at that time, and the strength of his vicious bite on her calf.

She responded sarcastically: "Yes, it's all my meddling." She tried to ask, "But how did you get injured, and it's so serious?"

The man stared at his injured leg, thinking back to this incident, and seemed extremely angry: "When I recover, I will make that damn ant pay the price it deserves. "

According to him, he accidentally saw an interesting toy in the ramen shop, and when he was about to take it away, a fool in green clothes appeared out of nowhere.

During the fight, they destroyed the ramen shop. Although he saved himself in time, his leg was accidentally injured when the house collapsed, and the toy disappeared.

However, according to Naoko's personal interpretation, the truth is probably this:

he fell in love with the toy in the hands of the man in green clothes, fought with him, and was stopped.

The two destroyed the ramen shop during the fight (but is a fight really that powerful? She expressed doubts), he tried to save himself (and maybe did something bad that dragged others down with him), and fortunately survived the collapse of the house, but the man in green clothes had already left with the toy.

She pulled the corner of her mouth speechlessly: "Anyway, you should heal your wounds first, and don't leave this house for the time being. "

All the grandparents in the community knew that she was a single woman, a young female college student. She couldn't explain why a grown man suddenly appeared in her house.

Besides, it is not ruled out that some gossipers will exaggerate and spread the news. She can't afford the risk of social destruction.

He sneered and said with a smile: "No one would be willing to live in such a shabby house forever."

He lives in her house, lies in her bed, and even enjoys her help. This guy is still dissatisfied. Naoko is about to explode with anger.

"'Shabby house'? You said this is a 'shabby house'? "She deliberately applied a little force to the cotton swab on his wound, causing him to gasp subconsciously in pain.

His red pupils slowly turned around and fixed on her face. A faint teardrop mole had appeared under his left eye at some point, and it was now swaying slightly as he blinked.

This unconcealed gaze was as cold as a poisonous snake locking onto its prey. Naoko felt a chill on her spine, as if covered with a thin layer of frost, and she dared not move.

She felt so scared by the stare that her face turned pale. She apologized cowardly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Please don't kill me. "

Although she knew rationally that statements like "bandit" were all lies, Naoko was still a little scared when she met his eyes.

This might be because his pupils were smaller than those of normal people, and looking into his eyes would give people the illusion of fear and submission.

Hearing this, his gaze on her face gradually froze and converged, and the floating tear mole disappeared at the end of his eye, as if it had never appeared.

"It's not easy to rent a house like this in Tokyo. I'll give you my only bed, so you can only sleep on the sofa. "Naoko added in annoyance. She tried her best to make him understand that he was a gigolo and hoped that he could be a little more polite.

But he obviously didn't care.

After helping him apply the medicine, she found a place on the sofa to deal with the wound on her calf.

The more she looked at the tooth mark, the more glaring it was. She must find a chance to retaliate.

No matter how handsome he is, he can't hide the fact that he is a mad dog who loves to bite people.

Even with her back to him, Naoko could feel the sharp gaze behind her.

This guy looked like he was going to stay here and she really shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess.

"Kawase Naoko." A faint cry came with the wind.

"How do you know..." She turned around and saw him holding her student ID card with two fingers and playing with it casually.

Before she could scold him for his rudeness, she heard him say casually, "What an ugly name. "

What a rude fellow! He must be hurt so badly because of his bad mouth. Someone is looking for revenge, right?"

She took two deep breaths and swallowed back the anger rising in her throat.

"Really? What should I call you then? It must be something very remarkable and special, right?"

"For an ant, there's no need for you to know." She

almost forgot that this was a senior Chunibyo.

"Please tell me, sir, just think of it as taking pity on a mortal like me." She put on a forced smile and clasped her hands together.

He leaned against the headboard and smiled, "It's okay to tell you... Naraku. My name is - Naraku."

"Naraku" means "hell."

It seems that his illness is not really that serious. The stereotype of Tokyo has increased again.

But why not call him "Naraku Tairo" or something like that?

According to Naraku, he was a bandit, but the kimono he wore was very gorgeous, and the fabric used was also the best.

Naoko suspected he was a rich young man in the late stages of chuunibyou. If this were an otome game, he'd probably be hunted for deserting his family.

After all, chuunibyou was better than being a desperado, and her heart was relieved.

Because there was a wounded person at home, she went to the market to buy some nutritious food out of kindness.

These days, even the most ordinary dishes are outrageously expensive. On her way home, she stared at the bill, aching for breath.

She couldn't help but complain, "Naroku, when you get better, you'll definitely give me money, right?"

She was strapped for cash after her breakup with her wealthy, generous childhood friend.

Hearing the word, he scoffed, "Money? Such worldly things. You mortals, that's all you can think of."

A shameless gigolo, without such worldly things, he couldn't even afford to eat.

Only a nobleman with his eyes on the top of his head wouldn't bend over backward for a few dollars.

Haha.

"Go to hell."

She suddenly felt the urge to kick him out.

Though his leg was badly injured, Naraku's arm looked equally badly injured. He tried several times, but couldn't lift his chopsticks.

They exchanged a look, his pupils fluttering, a look of speechless disbelief at Naoko's slowness. "Feed me."

Why?

...No, at this angle, I should be able to stick the chopsticks into his nostrils.

"...I know." However, when she met his sharp eyes, she unconsciously lowered her head, picked up a piece of pig's trotter and handed it forward viciously.

Although it was a very ambiguous scene, there was not a single romantic atmosphere.

He lowered his head, swallowed the piece of meat, and commented: "What a waste of ingredients...what kind of thing did you cook."

Does this mean that her cooking is unpalatable?

Although her cooking skills are limited and not at all comparable to her mother or Amamiya-kun, she believes that she can still swallow it, so how can it be a waste of ingredients?

"Pig's trotter," she smiled with a forced smile, and pointed at his leg with her chin, implying, "Like cures like."

He also laughed, and then quickly restrained the expression on his face. His gloomy face sank, and it seemed that even the air around him had become a little colder.

She couldn't help but shudder.

It seemed that the surroundings had become colder... Was it an illusion?

"It's too hot."

As he said this, his eyes wandered around Naoko's delicate neck, not knowing what he was thinking, and then fell on his paralyzed leg, gritting his teeth.

When his injuries healed, he would kill this woman who dared to witness his miserable side, and then go find that damned man in green clothes and snatch Sukuna's finger.

By then, he would become the most powerful man in the world and get everything he wanted.

Thinking of this, even his expression couldn't help but soften a bit.

Naoko saw the changes in his expression, sometimes frowning and sometimes smiling. Could it be that the paralysis of his right leg was too much of a blow and he went insane...

She had also heard classmates talk about several similar cases at school.

Although it didn't look like he would become a disabled person.

Although the rental apartment wasn't large, the bed was still some distance from the bathroom. Hiding behind the door, Naoko cleared her throat and asked, "Um, Naraku, do you need help going to the bathroom or something?"

Hearing this, Naraku slowly turned his head and gave her a ferocious expression, his urge to kill this woman intensifying.

"Go away."

It looked like he didn't need her help for now, but what would he do if he couldn't help himself?

Hop on one leg?

What a foolish scene! Naoko was sure that if she could capture this scene, it would be enough for this chuunibyou nobleman to remember for the rest of his life.

Seeing she didn't move, he glanced over again, acting like the master of his own house. "Get out of here!"

A regular knock echoed from the door, followed by the gentle call of the neighbor, Mrs. Asano. "Naoko-chan, are you there? We bought some fresh cherries today, and we're bringing some for you."

"Ah, ma'am, I'll be right there!" Naoko turned and warned him. "Naraku, stay out of here, okay?"

She couldn't explain a grown man appearing in her house.

Naraku seemed about to sneer, making his point clear, but the next moment, the door slammed shut in front of him.

"Sorry, Mrs. Asano, I was just packing... Were you waiting long? This is..."

Mrs. Asano was dressed formally in a dress suit, carrying a fruit basket. Standing beside her was a young man in a high school uniform.

He had slightly long bangs and was two heads taller than Naoko.

Meeting her gaze, he instinctively looked away, coughed softly, and his pale, delicate face flushed slightly.

"This is Inuko. I just got back from his parent-teacher conference." Mrs. Asano patted him with a smile. "This is Kawase-san. Have you met yet?"

He lowered his eyes and whispered "Kawase-san."

Seeing that he looked unhappy, Naoko took the initiative to smooth things over. "This is Yuuki-kun, right? Hello."

Asano Yuuki glanced evasively in her direction, but quickly looked away.

He looked like a sporty man, but he was surprisingly innocent.

Mrs. Asano was very proud of her son. She would inevitably mention him when they chatted in the past, saying that he had good grades and was good at sports, and according to the plan, he should be able to go to the same university as her.

After giving the cherries, Mrs. Asano quickly turned back home with her son.

Socializing also requires reciprocity. While she had some free time tomorrow, Naoko planned to bake some cookies and send some to the Asano family.

As soon as she closed the door and turned around, she met the eyes of the sinister Naraku.

"Didn't I tell you not to get out of bed unless necessary? Just be quiet now that your legs are broken. Do you want to eat some cherries?"

He didn't say anything.

Since she didn't answer, it meant she didn't want to eat them. It just so happened that she liked to eat cherries

. She wouldn't leave a single one for this poor and stingy chuunibyou.

Naraku looked at her unhappily: "I need to clean up. Also, prepare me a set of clean clothes."

His kimono was indeed tattered, and if you looked closely, it was stained with mud and dust.

"Are you going to take a bath with one foot?"

It sounded funny.

As soon as he finished speaking, he glared at her.

Naoko lived alone, so of course there were no adult men's clothes at home. It was late now, so it was not suitable to go out and buy them. She couldn't borrow from her neighbors.

She couldn't help but regret her slowness. She should have bought clothes when she bought the pig's trotters.

After rummaging through boxes and drawers for half a day, she finally found a women's kimono that was big enough and threw it to him:

"Although it's still a little too small, this should be the one of all my clothes that fits your body shape best."

"Yours...?" Naraku's voice lowered, and it was hard to tell whether he was annoyed or angry. His fingers rubbed the fabric gently, "You let me wear your clothes?"