My Tokyo Love Game Has Big Problems

"I was rejected again."

In the midsummer corridor, the wind chimes hanging with sticks swayed gently.

Yachiyo Yayoi tugged at the collar of her kimono with some enthusiasm, loosening it slightly.

This long corridor under the eaves, generally called the edge, is a common element in Japanese-style houses.

It neither belongs inside the house nor outdoors, it feels like it is floating in the middle line.

The semi-open design also makes it a suitable viewing spot.

However, Aye, who stood in the shadow beside Yuan, did not have such a leisurely mood.

Somewhat disappointedly, I sat down and closed the hem of the special ultra-short kimono.

The open neckline was gathered and folded, and the dazzling white abyss was re-covered and hidden.

"Ah, as you said, I was rejected again."

Aye's long hair was tied up high, and her pretty face was dotted with light makeup.

It's just that the face can't help but feel a little downcast, like a wilted flower in the midsummer sun.

She just came out of Tamaki Hikaru's room. In this hot weather, men always hold a little anger in their hearts, right?

She just wanted to help vent her anger. What bad intentions could she have?

"I've said it before, your blunt and clumsy methods are useless."

Yachiyo Yayoi couldn't help but laugh when she saw Aye's deflated appearance.

The glass-like cup in his hand swayed, and the ice cubes collided back and forth, making a pleasant sound.

"Heh, what do you have in mind?"

Aye glanced at her.

Although the two were at odds with each other, Aye felt that they were on the same side in this matter.

"My idea is very simple."

Yachiyo Yayoi swayed her little feet and said calmly.

"Then do nothing and just go on like this."

"what?"

"What's so strange? After all, I'm not like you, with deep desires and complicated thoughts."

Yachiyo Yayoi took a sip of refreshing ice water to relieve the heat caused by summer.

"Isn't it good to just go on like this? Time will eventually tell everything. How old is he now? How old are you?"

"You are too impatient. He is not a flower that can be snatched away at any time. Why are you so anxious?"

Squinting her eyes comfortably, Yachiyo Yayoi was enjoying the moment.

Even the pain-loving quirk has gradually weakened a lot during this time.

Of course, under special circumstances, you will still want it if you are stimulated.

However, Tamaki Hikaru would usually agree to a request to be treated roughly. This was the biggest difference between the two.

"Relax a little bit, he rarely even leaves the house. Are you still worried about being snatched away by others?"

Yachiyo Yayoi, who has a relatively calm mentality, can't quite understand Aye's impatience.

Perhaps this is also the precipitation and growth brought about by time.

Yachiyo Yayoi raised the cup in her hand and looked at everything in the world through the light and shadow of the glass.

A Ye calmed down her frustrated mood and said a little discouraged.

"It's not as simple as you said? It's clearly right in front of you, so close, but you can't go any further."

"It's just that you are too persistent."

Yachiyo Yayoi said very freely.

"After all, you are not human, so why are you so anxious?"

"He still has decades to accompany you, not to mention that the fate between us is not in the present, but in the future, isn't it?"

What if I miss it now? The lifespan of the two of them is enough to last more than a hundred years, the future mentioned by Tamaki Hikaru.

Aye frowned and said with some displeasure.

"Do you really place your hopes on what he is obsessed with? That may not be true, even if it is true."

There was a lot of worry in her words, even if she could meet Tamaki Hikaru again in the future.

What was Tamaki Hikari like at that time? Will he suddenly disappear when he is sixteen and never be seen again?

What they are experiencing now is not the future?

Time is such a mysterious thing, no one can tell what it will be like.

"So, you just think too much."

Yachiyo Yayoi said nonchalantly.

"Instead of worrying about what will happen in the next ten years, a hundred years or even a thousand years, it is better to pay more attention to the present."

"Yeah, so right now, aren't I trying to create some memories that can't be erased?"

A Ye replied confidently.

What could be more memorable than these things for a lifetime?

"Forget it, just keep trying."

Yachiyo Yayoi shook her head. She was not very optimistic about the possibility of Aye's success.

Tamaki is still unable to forget what happened in the past the most, and he only wants to return to his own era.

It's hard to try to impress him now.

Wait slowly, wait until he accepts the reality, and everything will fall into place naturally.

The two women have completely different states of mind.

Under the same roof, the same person is thinking in my heart.

The forest leaves in the courtyard suddenly shook a few times, and Aye's ears twitched slightly.

"That guy is here again, and he never takes the main entrance."

Yachiyo Yayoi raised her eyebrows, knowing clearly who the guy Aye was talking about was.

"How many times is this? He is really a guy who refuses to admit defeat."

"Probably, it's already the thirty-seventh time, right?"

Aye said while clasping his fingers.

"She has tried various methods, including poisoning, strangulation, and even making bombs, but she failed every time."

"Yes, and even before taking action, I failed due to an accident. I think I should be unwilling to do so."

Yachiyo Yayoi understands this feeling very well.

If he takes action but fails to hurt Tamaki Hikaru at all, he must have repeated it several times, and Flanders should give up.

But every time, when she was ready to take action, she was interrupted or failed due to various accidents.

This makes people very angry and unconvinced. No wonder they keep trying.

"Then what method do you think she will use today?"

"I don't know. Anyway, the result is the same."

The two people on the other side were talking to each other one after another, and Flanders in the room was already walking quietly towards Tamaki Hikaru's room.

Standing outside the door, Flanders adjusted her breathing. Her face looked strange and nervous.

It didn't seem like he was coming to kill someone, more like a young girl in love with her.

Opening the door gently, the room was a little messy.

There are piles of manuscripts, including not only those family heirlooms in Tokyo such as Onmyoji.