Personality is to like [Comprehensive]

"Then as an apology, I'll make you my exclusive Hatta Fried Rice! It's super delicious!"

Misaki Hatta gave Yayoi Aoki a thumbs up, smiling very brightly.

Hatta Misaki, who was shorter than herself just now, and Fushimi Saruhiko who was almost beaten down, said calmly beside her with a blank expression: "If you have the ability, just look at her, not the ceiling. Also, I have Do you agree to move my kitchen?"

Hatta Misaki turned her head, revealing her eight white teeth: "Men's affairs should be between men, and they should be resolved in a man's way, Fushimi! Don't get involved with Yayoi!"

"Tsk. Savage."

Fushimi Saru Hiko looked away uninterestedly, and met Yayoi Aoki, who was holding a silver chain full of silver chains, who seemed a bit embarrassed.

【what……】

【Did she just say that she was going to leave after seeing him? 】

Fushimi Monkey was silent for a moment, then suddenly changed his mind: "It's up to you. I don't have any expectations."

"Although I'm not good at using my brain, hehe, but there are definitely areas where Fushimi can't do well for you, but I can do well! Wait to be surprised!"

Hatta Misaki slapped her chest arrogantly and arrogantly, running faster than a rabbit.

"I'm going to the supermarket to buy ingredients...! You must wait for me!"

The little girl tried her best to save Misaki Hatta, who had hot wheels growing under her feet.

Yayoi Aoki: ...Well, I, I want to jump into the river...?

She suddenly felt something icy on her cheek, and took a step back in fright, only to find that it was Fushimi Saruhiko who took a bottle of familiar grape drink from the refrigerator and stuffed it over.

"Give it back to you."

While talking, he unscrewed the cap of another bottle, intending to pour his head up, but before he succeeded, he was snatched away by a jumping hand that could not refuse.

Yayoi Aoki stuffed both bottles back to their original places, opened her hands, and stopped in front of the refrigerator with alert eyes.

"No—Fushimi-kun hasn't healed yet. You can't drink something so cold! By the way, where is the control panel of the air conditioner? Fushimi-kun is wearing too little clothes, and you will catch a cold. You need to put on your socks quickly." .”

Fushimi Sarubiko: "...Are you and that guy all idiots?"

"Huh?" Yayoi Aoki thought about it seriously, "Well, from what Misaki said, I'm not as smart as Fushimi-kun...but I'm not a 'stupid', right? Probably."

She gave an example: "In my previous school, I had to pass the A-line in the culture class to pass. I never failed a class!"

There should be three thank-you letters of 2 words here, and they should be sent to Katsuki Bakugo (No. 4 in the written entrance examination), Izuku Midoriya (No. 5 in the written entrance examination), and Dong Jiaodong (No. [-] in the written entrance examination).

As for Yayoi Aoki... After all, crossing line A is enough, isn't it? ! !

Fushimi Saruhiko let out a meaningful "Oh".

It's ok, you're an idiot.

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Urging Young Master Fushimi to put on thick clothes, Yayoi Aoki was embarrassed to let down such a happy new friend (Misaki Hatta), so she could only reluctantly postpone the time to jump into the river.

[Anyway, even if they find that she is missing, Mr. Izumo and the others will not be able to find her for a while. 】

【………………Bar? ? ? 】

Yayoi Aoki hugged her props for jumping into the river, and sat on the sofa like pins and needles.

Fortunately, Hatta Misaki is very fast.

He rushed back with a big bag in both hands, and as soon as he entered the kitchen, he immediately made the originally quiet hall lively to the point of making people feel a little uneasy, and he didn't care about other things at all.

"Yata-kun, do you really need my help?"

Hearing the sound of soldiers fighting in the kitchen, Yayoi Aoki was frightened, leaned on the kitchen door, and looked inside.

Misaki Hatta, who was wearing an apron, had a big heart, without turning her head, and waved her hand: "It doesn't matter! It will be fine soon, you guys wait outside!"

The little girl turned her head hesitantly, and found that Fushimi Saruhiko had even moved out the household fire extinguisher.

Yayoi Aoki: ...

Yayoi Aoki: "Is there any more Fushimi-kun? I think one may not be enough."

Fushimi Saru Hiko thought it made sense, and the two of them moved three of them out at once, and piled them up at the kitchen door, ready to copy them to work at any time.

But in the end, Hatta Misaki came out of the same complete kitchen with his exclusive Hatta Fried Rice in one piece.

"Did you put pineapples in? Hatta-kun."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Yayoi Aoki quietly lifted the fire extinguisher to the corner with her foot, stood on tiptoe, and looked at the big plate of fried rice: "It smells so good!"

Hatta Misaki's smile froze, she immediately shrank her head, hid behind Fushimi Saru Hiko, and stammered, "Speak well, Yayoi! Girls can't be so close to men!!!"

His ears hurt from the noise, Fushimi Ape Hiko took a step aside impatiently: "Are you playing eagle and chicken? Don't get involved with me. Virginity."

"...What about the friendship between us men, Fushimi?!"

Fushimi Saruhiko smirked perfunctorily: "No."

During this period, Yayoi Aoki had already climbed onto the chair in the living room, even the dishes and chopsticks were arranged, she swayed her legs, and cast expectant gazes at the two of them, looking forward to it.

"Tsk. Alright, let's have dinner. Don't you want me to look forward to it?"

Breathing out sleepily, Fushimi Saru Hiko picked up the warming pot, poured a cup of warm milk, and pushed it to the little girl: "There is nothing else. Let's drink it."

Aoki Yayoi smiled at him: "Thank you Fushimi-kun. Fushimi-kun is so kind!"

"...Then your definition of 'good' is really low."

The boy murmured in a low voice, turned his head away, and met a pair of bright amber eyes again.

"Fushimi! Is there any more? I'll have a glass too! Do you want to come together?" Hatta Misaki clenched her fists, "A glass of milk every day is very important for a man!"

No, it's just important to a little guy like you.

Fushimi Saru Hiko even felt that for tolerating these two people and tossing about in his territory, he might have been lowered.

"...Do it yourself. Do you still want me to serve you?"

"Ahhh. Of course not, of course not. You are sick. I will take care of you!"

Misaki Hatta did what she said, not only poured a glass of milk for Fushimi Saru Hiko first, but also graciously helped to pull the chair away before she sat at the other end of the table farthest from Yayoi Aoki.

Yayoi Aoki enthusiastically served another meal for the three of them.

Rubbing his temples, Fushimi Saruhiko took a deep breath, unable to understand how he hadn't kicked people out yet.

[What is the combination of Haiguazi Girl and Pineapple Fried Rice Boy. 】

【... Are they all idiots? 】

Then the body took the bowl full of fried rice from Yayoi Aoki very honestly, and quietly listened to the two magical creatures who broke into this world without authorization, exchanging delicious secrets of fried rice.

Misaki Hatta patted her chest against the air: "Pineapples! Pineapple is the soul of fried rice!"

"Then Hatta-kun, is mango okay? What about peaches?" Yayoi Aoki asked while holding the milk, "When the pineapple is eaten raw, it feels like your tongue will be prickly."

"Prickly? Didn't you soak it in salt water for a while? ... What. Girls have weaker tongues than men?"

Yayoi Aoki had a blank face: "Salt water? I'm sorry, I don't know... Usually Sakura Hime handles this."

When this kind of young lady spoke, Hatta Misaki thought of Da Bei Aye, who was one of the few girls he knew, and seemed to be a wealthy daughter with little common sense in life.

He couldn't help but look suspiciously at Fushimi Saru Hiko: Could it be that this kid, who is an encyclopedia of everything on the surface, can't even tell the difference between buds and cabbage in private?

Alas, probably this is the limitation of the rich!

Fushimi Saru Hiko glanced over, seeing through Hatta Misaki's bewildered pity, and simply said: "Don't make up strange things on your own, you."

"Don't always be 'you' ah 'you', Fushimi. We are brothers who fought too! Just call me Hatta! Ah, but don't call me by my name. You're so motherly!"

Hatta Misaki was full of energy, trying to hook the shoulder of her newly appointed buddy.

"How is it? Fushimi, my Hatta Fried Rice is delicious. This is a unique tribute that has conquered countless people!"

Yayoi Aoki fully cooperated with the performance: "It's delicious! It's delicious beyond expectations."

Pushing away Hatta Misaki's paw, Fushimi Saru Hiko lowered his eyes: "Tsk. You sing together, are you oboe sent by a variety show?"

He put down the empty bowls and chopsticks, with a cold expression: "I'm full."

"Hmm~ It seems that Fushimi-kun also likes Hatta Fried Rice. That's great, Hatta-kun."

Yayoi Aoki, who had already had lunch at HOMRA, with big eyes and a small belly, was just greedy. Seeing that Fushimi Saru Hiko had finished his meal, he also stopped his chopsticks, thinking it was time to run away.

"It's getting late. Then I'll—"

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Yayoi Aoki's words were covered by a masculine voice with an exaggerated tone.

She turned her head, but at first glance, she couldn't see the appearance of the person at all—the thick and terrifying black mist, she didn't know whether it should be said to envelop the person or emanate from the person's body.

If such people live here, it is no wonder that this villa has become a haunted house reserve.

...Is that Fushimi-kun's father?

Still trying to distinguish the appearance of the other party, Yayoi Aoki suddenly heard the sound of "creaking".She looked for the source suspiciously, and finally found that it was the clenched teeth of Fushimi Ape Hiko.

Fear?Or hate?or something else?

It was too complicated, and she couldn't even distinguish it accurately for a while.

Although it was weird, Misaki Hatta got down from the chair politely and said hello to the other party: "Hello, Uncle Fushimi. I am Misaki Hatta, a classmate of Fushimi. Excuse me."

"Classmate... classmate?"

Fushimi Renxi pinched his chin with one hand, bent down suddenly, and got close to Hatta Misaki.