Sunlight pierced Haruto's eyelids, pulling him from a dream filled with swirling colors and whispered secrets. He sat up, blinking away the remnants of sleep, and a gasp caught in his throat.
Ayumi sat nestled on his sofa, knees tucked under her chin, her eyes closed in what seemed like peaceful slumber. Her usual fiery spirit was replaced by a serene calm, her face bathed in the soft morning light. For a moment, Haruto could almost believe the events of yesterday were just a feverish nightmare.
But the memory was too vivid, the taste of the strange tea still clinging to his tongue. Ayumi's protectiveness, her barely veiled challenge to Yumi – these were real, etched into his mind like a brand.
He rose cautiously, His body felt heavy, sluggish, as if the tea still lingered in his veins. As he crossed the room, a glint of metal caught his eye. On the floor, discarded near the sofa, lay Ayumi's katana, its silver blade dull in the morning light.
A shiver ran down his spine. The sight of the weapon. A weapon which could be mistakenly take a life of person is placed carelessly across him
"Kill," the blade hissed, its voice a chorus of whispers that seemed to slither into his very core. "Let their blood paint the canvas of their treachery."
Haruto stared at the gleaming blade lying across his chest, Did it just talk? its polished surface reflecting a distorted image of his ceiling fan. He chuckled, a dry, nervous sound that tickled the edges of his throat. "Woah there, Excalibur," he drawled, using his best composed voice. "Calm down with the edgy talks, alright? It's just a Tuesday morning, no need to go all Shakespeare on me."
He flicked the blade with a nonchalant finger, sending it skittering across the floor with a metallic clang. "Besides," he added, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous glint in his eye, "I'm more of a cheerful kinda guy. Much classier, don't you think? Leaves less mess, too."
Suddenly, a soft groan erupted from beside him. Ayumi, tangled in the sheets like a slumbering kitten, stirred and blinked open her eyes. They were wide and glazed, a faint sheen of drool glistening on her chin. "Did someone say...kill?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
Haruto chuckled at Ayumi's half-asleep antics. "No, no, Ayumi," he continued"I said 'cheerful,' not 'kill.'" untill he remembered the katana and stopped midway " Wa-... Wait a minute! first of all why are in you my house You're not my pet cat. Why are you here?."
Ayumi blinked, her eyes struggling to focus on Haruto. "Oh, cheerful, right," she muttered, a drowsy smile forming on her lips.
Haruto's gaze shifted to the gleaming katana on the floor, triggering a sudden surge of paranoia. "And why the heck is there a katana in my living room? Are you some kind of ninja assassin?"
Ayumi, seemingly oblivious to his concerns, giggled innocently. "Oh, that? I just brought it along for precautions. You know, to add some excitement to our morning."
In a swift, almost rehearsed motion, he spotted a nearby blanket and, with a mix of caution and urgency, expertly tossed it, ensnaring Ayumi in its folds.
Haruto's fingers danced across the blanket, weaving a cocoon around Ayumi's laughter. With each knot, the fabric whispered secrets against her skin, a playful counterpoint to his teasing words.
"Just a few love knots, for my own safety, you understand?" His voice dipped low, sending shivers down her spine. "And maybe for yours, too. Wouldn't want you accidentally disappearing again, would we?"
Ayumi's muffled voice pleaded from within the makeshift cocoon, the warmth of her breath turning the atmosphere electric., "Haru-chan, please let me out... I want to touch your face and feel you," she desparately struggled to break free with every word.
"Touch my face, huh?" he teased, his voice taking on a husky undertone. "What if I like keeping you all wrapped up like a surprise gift? " Haruto says as he oddly enjoyed trapping a girl and making her in distress...
Ayumi's response was a mix of a frustrated sigh and a suppressed chuckle. "Haru-chan, you tease," she said, her voice a delicate blend of desire and playfulness. "Just one touch, and I promise I won't disappear on you again."
Ayumi's reply resonated with an eager sigh, her voice a delicate mix of longing and sincerity. "Haru-chan, you tease," she murmured, a subtle urgency tinging her words with a genuine desire for connection. "Just one touch, and I won't vanish on you again."
Haruto released the blanket with a theatrical flourish, unveiling Ayumi, who emerged with a soft gasp, her breath catching in the midst of the dramatic reveal. Panting slightly, she looked at Haruto with a mix of relief and longing.
Ayumi's confession hung in the air, the subtle tremor in her voice betraying a vulnerability that piqued Haruto's curiosity. "I swear, Haru-chan, I would've gone crazy if I stayed wrapped up in that blanket any longer," she admitted.
Intrigued, Haruto couldn't resist probing, "Gone crazy, Ayumi? What kind of craziness are we talking about?"
Ayumi's response took an unexpected turn, her tone shifting to a perverted playfulness. "Your scent, Haru-chan, and that oh-so-manly body odor. It's like an intoxicating aroma," she said, her voice dripping with a teasing tone that bordered on the absurd.
Haruto's expression turned cold, a stern gaze fixing on Ayumi. "Pervert," he declared, the word cutting through the air. "Get out. There's a limit to how creepy a girl can be."
Ayumi, realizing she had crossed a line, muttered a quick, "Sorry," in a cute and apologetic voice, her eyes wide with innocence.
"Why are you like this, Ayumi?" Haruto questioned, his confusion evident in his tone.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Ayumi replied, "Boys love a doting and love-sick girl, Haru-chan. It adds a touch of excitement, don't you think?"
Haruto's expression turned more serious, a shadow crossing his face. "Yanderes in real life are creepy, Ayumi. I've experienced it," he confessed, his voice carrying a hint of unease. "Loving someone is one thing, but the 'sick' part? That's where things get troubling."
Ayumi, unfazed, tilted her head, a playful smirk lingering on her lips. "Well, not everyone's experience is the same, Haru-chan. Some boys might find the 'sick' part endearing. A bit of madness adds spice to love, don't you think?"
Haruto sighed, . "It's my fault for expecting women to make sense," he muttered, his gaze fixed on some invisible point in the room. "I keep thinking there's a logic to it all, but maybe love for women is as complicated as steins gate plot."
Attempting to unravel the enigma before him, he asked, "So, why did you come here?"
With a mischievous glint in her crimson-red eyes, Ayumi gracefully slid off her white jacket
The dress had see-through lace bits, teasing a bit of skin. The room got a bit charged up as Ayumi let the jacket fall, and the dress hugged her curves, giving a hint of her shape.
It felt like there was this mix of desire and tension in the air. Ayumi knew exactly what she was doing, making eye contact with Haruto in a way that said, "This is more than just a dress." It felt real and kinda bold but not over the top.
Haruto, caught up in the moment, felt a mix of wanting and admiration
Haruto, caught up in the moment, felt a mix of wanting and admiration. Suddenly, his nose decided to throw a little blood.. surprising even him. He blurted out, "Oops, forgot you had the whole E-cup thing going on. My bad. You're looking... fine."
As Ayumi shot him a playful look, Haruto couldn't help but let out a nervously perverted remark, "You're crazy, but, uh, hot enough to, you know, risk receiving that sword of yours."
In a more sensible corner of Haruto's mind, a voice whispered, "Dude, you can get more chicks than her and live a less chaotic life. And you decided to stick yourself inside a crazy chick." But, you know, all said and done, he couldn't deny how hot this girl is...."You know what you live only life so utilize it well that's all I am saying " It took rest
Ayumi, with a mischievous grin, couldn't help but notice the sudden reaction below Haruto's belt. "Well, well, looks like someone's sword is eager for action," she teased, finding amusement in the unexpected turn of events. "I like this pure side of you, Haruto. It's cute."
Haruto, a bit flustered, managed to stammer out, "Uh, what do you mean?"
Ayumi, with a sly smile, continued, "You catch on quick enough, don't you? It's like your sword has a mind of its own, always ready for an adventure."
Haruto, now even more bewildered, could only mutter, "I... um, didn't see that coming."
Haruto couldn't help but wonder, 'What's pure about me? Especially when I'm... you know, drooling at her...assets?' The comedic and slightly awkward situation left him pondering the complexity of Ayumi's definition of purity.
As Haruto tried to make sense of the situation, a small voice whispered in his mind, "[You know why she finds it pure, right? She's crazy about being with you.]"
Haruto, still a bit puzzled, couldn't help but ask, "Does she have some kind of leverage over me or something? Wait, who are you?" His words hung in the air, tinged with a mixture of shock and confusion.