Even though there was one more person in the house, for Kaito, there really wasn't much of a special emotional feeling.
Mutsumi's personality was relatively introverted, not the outgoing type like Kita and Nijika. With them around, the atmosphere always became lively.
Except for the morning greetings, the "I'm heading out" when leaving the house, and the "I'm home" upon return, she usually spoke little during the day, always silently doing her own thing, carrying the melancholic aura of a literary girl.
She didn't have many hobbies either. If one had to say, aside from drinking mango juice, playing guitar could probably count as one?
And what's more, unexpectedly so, different from her quiet and silent appearance, the style of music Mutsumi liked was not the gentle and soothing type, but rather leaned more towards explosive and shocking heavy metal.
When a delicate and fragile girl cradled a seven-string heavy guitar, her slender, fair fingertips flying like wild bees, the green guitar pick almost leaving afterimages from her speed, playing an intense and even violent tune, the extreme contrast was enough to make anyone's jaw drop.
Such performances were certainly exhilarating, but without a proper soundproof environment, there would inevitably be noise complaints.
The standalone house that Kaito lived in didn't have those conditions. But cultivators naturally had the ways of cultivators. A simple soundproof formation was more effective than even the basement at Mutsumi's old home. Let alone guitar-playing, even if she screamed at the top of her lungs, no one outside the house would hear.
In the blink of an eye, it was Thursday.
This was the fourth day since Wakaba Mutsumi came to her new environment. The girl had already fully adapted to the life here.
Waking up in the morning, she would greet Kaito as usual, eat breakfast together, head off to school, and part ways at the train station.
Just this kind of simple routine made her feel happiness from the bottom of her heart.
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[Tsukinomori Women's University]
As one of Tokyo's well-known elite academies, this place wasn't like the many TV dramas where the school gate was filled with all kinds of luxury cars every morning.
The reason was also simple, Tsuki no Mori lacked everything but rich young ladies. Luxury cars and chauffeurs were standard. If there were no restrictions, "You come by car, I come by car," it would easily clog the school gate and affect traffic, not to mention the safety risks.
From the train station, it was just a few hundred meters' walk to the school gate.
A girl with light green long hair held her bag in front with both hands, silently walking past chatting and laughing classmates, her thin figure walking alone among the crowd, seeming a little lonely.
Wakaba Mutsumi didn't have many friends.
Ever since Anon transferred, the only person she could still talk to in school was Soyo.
But Soyo had many friends. She had a gentle personality and could easily blend into the larger environment. She was never lacking companions to chat and laugh with.
So, more often than not, Wakaba Mutsumi could only come alone to the gardening club, spending time with the cucumbers they planted.
However…
Thinking of a certain someone's figure, a little warmth appeared in the girl's golden eyes.
She was no longer alone now.
"Good day, Nagasaki-san~"
"Good day~"
"Soyo-san, you look like you're in a good mood today? Don't tell me… you're in love?"
"Mm-hmm~"
"Eh… You actually guessed right?"
A familiar female voice suddenly came from ahead. Wakaba Mutsumi slightly raised her head and quickly spotted a familiar chestnut-brown hair.
The girl named "Nagasaki Soyo" had a sincere, gentle smile on her pretty face as she chatted with the friend beside her.
"Mutsumi?", Soyo's sky-blue beautiful eyes casually swept over the light green-haired girl beside her, and her mood grew slightly complicated.
To speak truthfully, though they were friends and once members of the same band, when it came to Mutsumi, she did harbor some resentment.
If, back then, Mutsumi hadn't said those words—"I never found being in the band fun"—even if 'CRYCHIC' was destined to disband in the end, at least… they could've had a proper farewell.
At that time, Soyo had been a love-starved little girl. 'CRYCHIC' and Anon were among the few important things in her life. That was also the happiest period she'd experienced.
So she didn't want to let go, and couldn't let go.
With the thought that ("Since you're the one who turned everyone in CRYCHIC into this mess, you must atone for it,") Soyo… had done some pretty awful things to Mutsumi.
To put it plainly: it was emotional manipulation.
At the time, she hadn't thought much of it.
But ever since meeting Kaito, the emptiness inside Soyo gradually began to fill.
She still missed CRYCHIC, but she was no longer as obsessed as before.
Because… she had found something better, and more important.
So, when she looked back on the things she'd done to Mutsumi, an uncontrollable sense of guilt arose in the girl's heart.
"Sorry, I've got something to take care of," Apologizing to the friend beside her, Nagasaki Soyo quickly walked up to the green-haired girl and once again showed a gentle smile, "Good day, Mutsumi~"
"Good day," Wakaba Mutsumi hesitated a bit. In the past, Soyo had also smiled at her, but those smiles never reached her eyes, more like wearing a mask named "smile."
This was the first time she saw Soyo smile so gently, so sincerely, as if they had returned to the past.
"Soyo… are you happy?"
"There really is something to be happy about," Nagasaki Soyo's eyes curved into a smile, as if through Mutsumi's eyes, she saw another person's presence.
Their last date had been a huge success.
Although two annoying third wheels showed up in the end, the overall result was still quite satisfying. Surely, she must've left a good impression in Kaito's heart.
As long as she kept up this rhythm, slowly accumulated favor, and outcompeted the other vixens, winning the handsome guy was only a matter of time.
The legal marriage age in Japan was eighteen, regardless of gender.
Soyo was seventeen this year, just one year away from the legal marriage age.
But that wasn't a problem. Even if they couldn't get married right away, as long as she got together with Kaito, getting engaged first would be fine.
With the title of fiancée, she could naturally become part of Kaito's life, and even…
Live together.
Just thinking about those two words made Soyo's pretty face blush, her breathing quicken slightly, and her heart pound like a drum.
'No, I can't think about it anymore!'
To avoid showing an improper expression in front of Mutsumi, the girl gently let out a breath and resumed her calm and gentle demeanor, "Enough about me… but Mutsumi, I feel like you've changed a lot."
If the old Mutsumi was like a stuffy gourd who always stayed silent, then the girl now was like a lively cucumber, gently nourished by clear water.
'Come to think of it, this look oddly feels like déjà vu, it makes one think of a girl immersed in love.'
'Could it be… Mutsumi is also in love?'
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