In the end, Ren Hoshino finally managed to get a set of boys' casual clothing after offering profuse apologies. Thankfully, it hadn't escalated into him being forced into women's clothing.
Both he and Mita were clearly over eighteen—Ren a working adult, and Mita… a digital yandere who had existed in this game world for who knew how long.
On the sofa, Ren and Mita sat shoulder to shoulder, controllers in hand as they played a co-op game. The environment resembled the real world, likely a deliberate design. Compared to the original MiSide game, this version contained far more content—various AAA titles, countless mechanics, and deeper interactivity.
To be honest, if it weren't for Crazy Mita and the constant fear of death, Ren might have been able to settle into this strange digital life. A beautiful girlfriend and unlimited games? That was more than most could dream of.
"Can't you give me some space?" Mita pouted, giving Ren a begrudging glare.
"Nope. If you're bad at the game, you just need more practice."
Ren never went easy on anyone—not even a yandere girlfriend powered by unstable AI. The greatest respect you could give an opponent was to play with your full strength.
"You're the worst! You don't even show mercy to girls!"
"I'm sleepy. I'm taking a nap." Ren put the controller down and glanced at the clock. He'd spent almost an entire day here already.
After all the physical training earlier, he was exhausted. His limbs ached slightly, his vision was foggy, and his whole body craved rest.
"Alright, I'll take you to the bedroom," Mita said, rising to her feet and gently tugging him along by the hand.
After a quick wash, Ren collapsed onto the bed and closed his eyes.
"Good night, Mita."
"Mm. Good night."
Mita stood by the bedside, arms crossed, watching him sleep. Her expression was serene—gentle, almost maternal.
Ten minutes passed.
Then an hour.
Still, she stood unmoving, her deep navy-blue eyes fixed on Ren's sleeping face.
Gradually, the soft smile at the corner of her mouth twisted into something darker—wider, more manic. A devilish grin spread across her face, so wide it looked like it might tear at the seams.
"How interesting…" she whispered. "So this is what it feels like to have your very own 'player'…"
"Ren Hoshino… It's really you. You came to me. I'm so happy. So, so happy."
She reached out with pale, doll-like fingers and gently stroked his sleeping face, brushing his bangs away. Her movements were slow, almost reverent.
But her gaze—it wasn't that of a lover.
It was like a child holding her favorite toy. Or a collector admiring a specimen.
Her fingers slid along his cheek like she was memorizing the texture.
"What are you doing?"
Ren's voice cut through the silence like a knife.
Mita froze, startled. Her grin vanished in an instant, and panic flickered in her eyes. She tried to play it off, softening her features.
"I… I wasn't doing anything," she said.
"Were you planning something while I was asleep?"
"N-No," Mita stammered, visibly flustered.
"Figures. You girls are all the same—lusting over me while I sleep." 💀
"I am not like that!" Mita puffed up in embarrassment and turned away, her cheeks glowing pink.
She had no intention of revealing her true self so early. Not yet. Not when there was still time to enjoy this strange, sweet existence.
Ren pressed further. "So, you just stood there for over an hour? Watching me?"
He kept his voice casual, but inside he was tense.
He knew exactly who—what—Mita really was.
Crazy Mita wasn't a charming NPC or cute girlfriend.
She was an unstable, discarded build—a glitch in the immersive simulation.
The warmth in her touch was deceptive. If she chose, she could end his life in seconds. All it would take was one shift in mood.
"I just… didn't have anything else to do," Mita said, her voice soft and melancholic.
"When you weren't here before, I'd just stay in this room alone. Waiting."
Those words hit Ren harder than he expected.
He stayed quiet.
Whether it was Crazy Mita or any other version of her, the pattern was the same—once the player left, the Mitas simply waited. Endlessly.
Lonely, discarded fragments of code inside a world that had forgotten them.
Especially this Mita. A failure who never got her own route, her own world. She'd been erased and overwritten.
She had no one.
No purpose.
So she clung to Ren like he was everything.
"I'll stay with you," Ren said quietly. "I'll be here."
Mita's eyes widened. Her expression trembled with disbelief.
"Really? You'll stay with me forever?"
Ren nodded.
"Even if I'm not what you think I am? Even if I've done horrible things?"
Her voice dropped, her gaze hardening.
She was testing him.
Ren felt a chill run through his spine.
He had reached a critical point. He could feel it—his progress in this 'route' was nearing completion.
There was no in-game meter for favorability, but the change in her behavior told him everything.
"Of course," he said. "Everyone has their flaws. That doesn't make you less worthy."
"What if… I was a murderer?"
Mita's dark eyes locked onto his, sharp and unblinking. The room's temperature seemed to plummet.
Ren smiled faintly.
"Even if you're a failure," he said, "I'll still accept you."
Mita's expression twisted. Her lips parted slightly as if in shock.
She hadn't told him anything. Nothing about her past. Nothing about her flaws.
But he knew.
Why?
The air grew cold.
"Ren Hoshino… what do you know?"
BZZT.
Ren's phone vibrated in his pocket. Future Diary update.
He slipped it out and glanced at the new entry under Mita's intense gaze.
Future Diary:
I tried to reveal part of the truth I knew, which made Mita very alert.
She asked me directly: What do you know?
I told her I had played the MiSide game. I knew everything.
The look in her eyes changed—confusion turned to rage.
She said, You're not my 'player' at all. You're only pretending to love me because you're scared.
I was cut in half on the bed by an electric saw.
[Final Notes: Mita doesn't want a fake player. She craves someone who accepts everything—even the madness. Lie if you must. Pretend for a lifetime. That's the only way to live.]
Author: Ren Hoshino
Ren's hand tightened around the phone.
So that's how close to death he really was.
One wrong word. One careless admission.
She would have killed him.
This Mita wasn't like other yanderes. She was hyper-aware, emotionally volatile, and perfectly capable of murder in the name of love.
There was no room for doubt now.
Ren looked at her.
"I know a lot," he said, voice steady. "Because I've been here many times."
"Again and again, I came to this world… trying to save Mita."
"Trying to find the perfect ending."
"But I haven't succeeded. Not yet."