As soon as she got home, Miko immediately darted into her room.
The events of the day surfaced clearly in her mind—
Whether it was lifting her skirt in front of Teacher to clean the dust, or secretly taking a photo, or being held in his arms with her leg gripped...
It was all so embarrassing!
'Ooooh ooooh—I want to die! Might as well just die! How can I face him next time! Idiot, me~ I'm such a big idiot! Haven't I been seeing evil spirits for a long time now? How could I still be scared senseless! Waaaaah!'
Yotsuya Miko lay on her side on the bed, hugging her pillow, rolling back and forth on the bed, constantly screaming internally, letting out embarrassed moans.
Unfortunately, no matter how big her bed was, it couldn't withstand her tossing... round and round...
Thud, Miko fell off the bed unpreparedly, yelping in pain, "Ah"...
Yotsuya Miko looked at the ceiling, her mind once again thinking about some inexplicable random things.
She simply didn't get up, just lay on the floor hugging the pillow.
"...I want to die a little."
Miko's hair scattered on the floor, hugging the pillow to her chest, she muttered softly.
The unbearable memories played over and over in her mind, impossible to dismiss even if the master demanded it.
She could only restlessly kick and rub the soles of her feet on the floor, then suddenly became like a machine with its power cut off, instantly stopping there.
This set of actions repeated over and over on the shame-ridden Yotsuya Miko, looping endlessly.
Much like a butterfly unwilling to be bound by its cocoon, struggling phase by phase to break free.
There are always some things in life that make one feel that, at that moment, they weren't quite their real self, but rather as if possessed by an evil spirit, doing things without thinking.
And every time one recalls such things, facing oneself again, it makes one feel a little like giving up on life.
Miko took a deep breath, turning her body to get back onto the bed, but came face to face with her brother who had witnessed everything.
"...Sister, wha, what's wrong with you?"
Yotsuya Miko's younger brother: Yotsuya Kyousuke looked somewhat frightenedly at his sister.
The two looked at each other, blinking.
"Why didn't you knock~"
Miko, trapped in a self-identity crisis, no longer had the energy to be shy, could only ask weakly.
"I saw the door was open, and heard a thud~ sound, so I came to see."
Yotsuya Kyousuke looked at his sister still lying prone on the floor, took a light sip of the drink he just got from the fridge.
"Oh~" Miko turned her head back, looking at the ceiling.
"Can you close the door now and let me be alone for a while?"
Hesitating for a moment, Kyousuke still asked: "Are you... okay?"
"I'm fine." Miko slowly propped herself up, having found an excuse.
"Just got scared by a horror manga."
Miko took out the horror manga she bought earlier at the bookstore, intending for comfort, and said softly.
Self-pitying patients always become somewhat calm at times like this.
Kyousuke glanced at the horrifying woman with messy hair and a red mask on the horror manga cover, then glanced at his equally messy-haired sister:
"Sister, are you a kid? Getting scared by this kind of thing."
Swish!
Miko directly threw the pillow she was holding.
It hit the closed room door of her brother.
"Mmph—!"
Kyousuke, that guy!
Miko puffed her cheeks, angrily picked up the pillow that fell on the floor, threw herself back onto the bed, picked up the manga beside her...
Flipping open the cover, looking at the contents inside...
Maybe if I read the manga, I won't think about those embarrassing things.
...
Luke, who had also returned home, simply washed up and lay straight down on the sofa, turned on the TV, idly using the TV's background noise, and closed his eyes.
Neither Mikasa nor Annie were home, perfect for him to take a short rest.
Today was truly a tiring day.
He saw quite a few things...
Yurikawa Hana with abnormally vigorous life energy;
Niguredou Yuria with half-baked Yin-Yang eyes and an elementary schooler's body;
The evil spirit wielding an axe harvesting other evil spirits;
And the source of it all: the girl who can see— Yotsuya Miko.
Sorting through the day's events, Luke vaguely seemed to remember something.
He reached out with the arm resting on the edge of the sofa towards the table beside him, picked up the horror manga on it, and started flipping through it...
Time passed.
Annie walked over to him carrying a bag, looked at the horror manga covering his face, and the TV still playing beside him.
Silently, she picked up the remote control, gradually decreasing the TV volume...
"Hm?"
Instantly sensing something was wrong, the sleeping Luke slid open the horror manga like unlocking a phone, revealing his sleepy eyes, looking at Annie shining under the light:
"When did you get back?"
Seeing him awake, Annie put the remote back in its place and carried the bag towards the kitchen.
At the same time, she didn't forget to reply: "Just got back. Since you're awake, don't sleep anymore, dinner will be ready soon."
"Oh." He gently rubbed his eyelids.
He remembered Annie went out with him, so he asked: "Right, where did you go today? You're back so late."
"Went shopping with some friends." Annie said surprising words.
"Hm?" Luke was puzzled...
Annie and Mikasa were the same type.
Although neither was indifferent, they came across as cold and distant, frosty...
Moreover, neither had many hobbies typical of modern girls, having few common topics with schoolmates...
So he was somewhat puzzled that the socially reserved Annie actually had friends she could go shopping with.
Thus he asked: "When did you get friends you could hang out with?"
Annie put the purchased food into the refrigerator category by category: "Recently. I'm just indifferent to this kind of socializing, it's not like I can't... so what's strange about having a friend."
"Those words sounds familiar..."
"Probably an excuse you used sometime when dealing with school teachers." Annie hit the nail on the head.
"Seems like it."
But he didn't care either way, it was good that Annie had a friend...
"Right, pick one."
Luke took out the two hair ties Kawasaki Saki had given him as a thank you gift from his bag.
"Hair ties? There are already many..."
Annie looked puzzledly at the one blue and one black hair tie in his hand.
"Then just have one more."
Luke placed the hair ties on the table, picked up the remote, and readjusted the volume.
Although Annie's expression didn't change, he still sensed her relatively happy mood...
"Would the black one be better for me?" Annie picked up the black hair tie, putting down the light blue one.
"It should be better, deep black contrasts more with your blonde hair." Luke simply stated the reason.
And Mikasa's black hair would blend in with a black hair tie... Of course, he rationally didn't voice this reason.
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