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I: The Flowers Are Not Sleeping
Chapter 3: A Bit Red
The most striking red color.

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As time went by, after the arrival of spring, the temperature gradually rose. After a heavy snowfall one day, the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard of her home were full of cherry blossoms, which look like a pink cloud from a distance. The vision was hazy and a bit dreamy.

Yayoi's red hair was extremely conspicuous even in that big pink cloud. In other words, Yayoi's hair was conspicuous everywhere, so Yayoi never hide in a tree when playing hide-and-seek, as she would be discovered soon.

Even if she didn't have red hair, she could be discovered quickly. The people who played with her in the past were all great people. With their excellent perception ability, they could find this red-haired girl with an aura as conspicuous as her red hair from a long distance away.

Yayoi always felt that she didn't have any talent for hide-and-seek, but she never thought that someone's talent for hide-and-seek was worse than hers.

The cheeks of this couple were thicker than Yayoi imagined, even thicker than her eldest brother-in-law. After being discovered, they just came into the house openly and drank her red bean soup and ate her rice cakes.

Compared to the white-haired guy who was wearing sunglasses, the weird bangs seemed to be much more reserved. At least he behaved well during the meal, and even thanked Yayoi after taking the bowl handed over to him.

Suguru felt a little embarrassed when he swaggered to someone's house to eat and drink after listening to others' comments behind the fence in their yard.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Satoru, who was slurping red bean soup without changing his expression. Suguru's eye twitched. The red-haired girl opposite had already handed over the steaming bowl.

Suguru was stunned for a moment, then reached out to catch the bowl handed over by the red-haired girl, and thanked her with a smile.

Red-haired girl, "You're welcome, you're welcome."

Suguru: "..."

Suguru instantly forgot about this red-haired girl sending him and his friend into the police station. He suddenly felt that this red-haired girl was really an angel!

"I won't call the police because you are outside listening to the cold weather for most of the night." The red hair added, "You two's hide-and-seek skills are worse than mine."

Suguru: "..."

It's not very harmful, it's very insulting.

Satoru, who had finished drinking the red bean soup, was nibbling rice cakes with his cheeks puffed out. The red-haired girl picked up the bowl, carefully blew on the hot red bean soup, and sipped the soup in small sips against the bowl with her lips.

Suguru's eyes twitched. He picked up the bowl and took a sip of the red bean soup. The amount of sugar and heat were well controlled. The boiled red beans melted in his mouth, and the sweet taste filled his mouth.

Suguru: "..." It's really delicious.

"Have you discovered us a long time ago?" Satoru propped his chin, his hands on the table, and the small sunglasses on the bridge of his nose slid down a little.

Yayoi saw those blue eyes again, with the white eyelashes half-covering the pupils, as soft as a layer of white snow.

'I want to touch it.'

The red-haired girl pointed to her ears, "There's too much movement."

Suguru: "..."

Yayoi: "I also heard words like 'kill that little redhead'."

Suguru: "..."

Yayoi: "I think the little redhead who is going to be killed by you must not be me, right?"

Suguru: "..." It really was.

"Heh." Satoru curled his lips and suddenly closed the distance between himself and the red-haired girl. He stretched out a finger and gestured in front of the red-haired girl, "We were frozen all night!"

The distance suddenly shortened, and the warm breath could even fall on Yayoi's face. Yayoi felt the skin on her face itching.

The red-haired girl nodded in agreement, thinking that there was nothing wrong with it. It was really difficult for people who had to run around outside in the snow and could not go home, "You are so pitiful."

Suguru: "..."

"That's enough for you, Satoru." Suguru covered his face.

"Yeah, it's super cold." Satoru grinned and looked at Yayoi who had kept him frozen all night. He explained to Yayoi the meaning of "I'm so cold that I'm going to die". He looked like a big cat with grinning teeth and claws.

Then the distance got closer again. Yayoi blinked and saw the blue eyes behind the sunglasses and a finger stretched out by Satoru, "What is needed most at this time is the hot red bean soup!"

Yayoi saw that there was an extra finger stretched out.

"Satoru?" Yayoi asked. She still didn't know the names of these two guys who just came to her house to eat and drink.

The white-haired boy, who was wearing round sunglasses, pointed at himself with his thumb, "I am Satoru Gojo."

Then he reached out and grabbed Suguru's shoulder, "This is Suguru Geto, we are the strongest."

Suguru's eyebrows twitched again, "Please give me some advice, I'm Suguru Geto."

The moment Satoru grabbed Suguru's shoulder, Yayoi's eyes instantly died.

#Sure enough#

#Dog men#

"Yayoi, Yayoi Amamiya." Yayoi lowered her eyes, her red eyelashes half-covered her amber pupils.

Suguru subconsciously turned his head to look at the cherry blossoms in the courtyard, and then looked at Yayoi's gorgeous red hair, and suddenly felt that this name matched the little red-haired girl very well.

"Red bean soup, red bean soup!" The big white cat clinked the bowl with his chopsticks.

Suguru: "..." Please be a human being!

Would anyone come and drag this embarrassing thing away?!

If you want another bowl, just say so!

Were you already so shameless?!

Suguru looked at the bottomed soup bowl with twitching eyes.

No, it didn't seem possible to say so directly. It would be too rude.

Yayoi thought for a while, "No more, there are no more red beans at home."

Mom always liked to make a big pot of red bean soup. Every time she made red bean soup, most of the red beans in the house would be gone. There was so much red bean soup that mom and Yayoi couldn't finish. After moving here, her mother still liked to make a big pot of red bean soup, but there were almost no leftovers. Mrs. Tanaka was a loyal sweet party, and Misako occasionally came to the house to eat and drink.

Yayoi looked at the bottom of the soup pot, then looked at Satoru who was wearing sunglasses. Because there was no red bean soup, the person's aura was surrounded by "I'm not happy, I'm very unhappy". In the end, he simply folded his arms angrily like saying "I don't care, I just want it".

Like a coquettish big cat.

Yayoi felt that this person must have two stomachs, one of which was specially used to hold sweets, and the stomach holding sweets was not filled. No, maybe the possibility of that stomach being filled was slim.

"Is he over five years old?" Yayoi pointed at the bulging white cat with a paralyzed face.

Suguru twitched his eyebrows, "Don't mention it, this guy can't be raised at all." Five years old was too flattering, but three years old would be great.

"Do you want a daifuku?" Yayoi thought for a while and decided to give some care to three-year-old Satoru Gojo, "Edamame cream flavored one."

Satoru straightened his back and instantly sat up from the tatami, raised his hand decisively, "Yes!"

Suguru couldn't bear it and knocked the man over, and the two started fighting in the courtyard of her home.

Yayoi felt that the IQs and ages of these two people instantly reached the same level— both were under the age of five.

The clock on the wall was ticking, the morning sun was shining with fine golden light, and the soft cherry blossoms were highlighted with a light golden color.

As long as she ate dessert, her mother would habitually make a pot of tea. Over time, this habit had also spread to Yayoi, so Yayoi ran to the kitchen and made a pot of tea.

Yayoi pulled out the daifuku that her mother made last night from the cupboard. She took two white porcelain plates from the kitchen and put them in. She made sure that the amount of daifuku in the two plates was the same. She put the two plates and two cups of steaming tea on them. In front of two defeated high school boys, she solemnly told them, "Good boys can't fight. Let's make peace with daifuku."

Satoru said firmly no, and turned his head to the side firmly to show his firm belief.

After Yayoi saw his blue eyes glancing at the plate containing daifuku from time to time, she paused, ran to the kitchen, took out a plate containing daifuku, and pushed it in front of Satoru.

Satoru: "Suguru, let's make up."

Suguru: "..." Get out of here.

Satoru puffed up his cheeks and nibbled on the daifuku. He was completely intoxicated by the delicious taste of daifuku. Suguru held his forehead and felt bad for a while. From the corner of his eye, he saw the speechless expression on the little redhead's face. Suguru paused.

#I'm not an adult yet, why should I bear this?#

"Ahem." The black-haired boy made a fist with his right hand, put it to his lips and coughed a few times, "Well, let's talk about business now."

"Satoru and I are sorcerers who specialize in removing curses." Suguru said.

"Does Yayoi-chan know about the 'curse'?" The boy's slender eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth tilted upward. He looked a gentle person, but Yayoi somehow felt that this smile had a bit of a fox's cunningness.

Yayoi thought for a while, "A curse like cursing others for eating instant noodles without seasoning packets?"

Suguru: "...strictly speaking, this is considered a curse."

"The number of unidentified deaths and missing persons in Japan averages over 10,000 per year, and most of them are caused by the 'curse'."

"Shame, anger, regret, all negative human emotions are the source of curses."

Suguru held the tea cup given by Yayoi and lowered his head. His slender eyebrows were reflected in the tea, and the expression in his pupils was dark and unclear.

"The anger caused by eating instant noodles without seasoning packets is considered a curse." Yayoi thought there was nothing wrong with this.

Satoru, who was chewing daifuku, also spoke up, "Drinking coffee without adding sugar. The anger caused by just drinking coffee that is extremely bitter is also a curse."

"I hate bitter things the most." The white-haired high school boy added at the end.

The little red-haired girl's nodded in agreement, "I don't like it either."

Suguru: "..." Could we let go of the topic of instant noodles and seasoning packets?

Suguru couldn't bear it and pushed Satoru's head away, "Satoru, don't make trouble."

"We are here to recover the special cursed object." Suguru smiled.

"The special curse you are talking about... is in my house?" Yayoi seemed to know the reason why these two people broke into her house.

"That's it." Satoru moved his head out from under Suguru's hand, "You d*mn little redhead made me, who worked so hard, spend most of the night!"

Yayoi: "...sure enough, the little redhead you two want to kill is me?"

Suguru narrowed his fox eyes and pushed Satoru's fluffy white head away as if nothing had happened, "Don't listen to his nonsense."

"Yayoi-chan, have you ever seen a curse?" Suguru opened his eyes slightly.

Yayoi thought his eyes were a bit small.

"No." Yayoi replied.

Yayoi seemed to be stunned for a moment when he saw Suguru. Suguru glanced at Yayoi's bright red hair, and then fell into deep thought.

The lack of 'seeing' did not mean that Yayoi did not know the existence of those things.

Yayoi's five senses were very developed. In the amplified senses, she could see the cherry blossoms falling from the branches in spring, the loud and endless chirping of cicadas in the shade of summer trees, the gentle caressing of leaves in the wind, the sound of people's breathing, and even every beat of the heart could be heard.

Yayoi couldn't see the curses Suguru said, but she could feel their breath. If Yayoi really wanted to describe the feeling those things gave her, it would be pure malice, malice as thick as ink.

Satoru swallowed the daifuku in his mouth, held his knees, and suddenly closed the distance with Yayoi.

Yayoi moved her nose, the other person's face was very close, and her nose was full of the sweet and greasy smell of daifuku, which was also like the taste of this sweet tooth lover herself.

"Hey, Suguru." The sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, revealing a pair of blue eyes staring at Yayoi. The owner of the eyes called his friend's name, "This little red-haired guy is very strange."

"Can you feel it?" Satoru said softly, his blue eyes under his sunglasses glowed like gems.

Yayoi's amber eyes met Satoru's Six Eyes without hesitation. There were no waves, as calm as a windless lake.

Too close.

The sound of "thump thump thump" came from that person's body.

It's the heartbeat.

Yayoi blinked.

Everyone had a heartbeat, which was proof of life. If the heart did not beat, there were only dead people.

Maybe, not just dead people.

"Besides, the more I look at you, the more familiar you look." The white-haired boy touched his chin, got closer and closer, and without changing his expression said a certain phrase used to girls on the street, "Have I seen you somewhere before? "

Suguru paused, then pulled Satoru over by his collar, and the sweet and greasy smell left Yayoi.

Suguru told his friend seriously, "Satoru, don't stare at other girls like this, it's too rude."

If you scare the little redhead again, it would be really difficult to end it. The last time he was in trouble, this time he would be blacklisted by the Saitama Prefectural Police Department if he couldn't save it.

*ring*

The alarm clock in the room suddenly rang. After the first sound, someone pressed the stop button. Yayoi slowly withdrew his hand and turned to look at the two boys.

The two boys looked confused.

Satoru pushed up his small sunglasses.

Yayoi: "I'm going to school."

Suguru: "...oh."

Not to mention that he had forgotten that today was not a day off. Yayoi was a junior high school student in an ordinary school. Logically speaking, he had to go to school today.

This red-haired girl looked like... a junior high school student.

"Huh?" Satoru pushed up his sunglasses, "Then take a day off!" I am a professional skipper who had been skipping classes all year round. I have developed an attitude that after being caught by the teacher, I could actively admit my mistakes without blushing or heartbeat, and make remarks like 'I was wrong, I will dare to do it next time'.

Suguru: "..."

"No." Yayoi replied firmly, "I don't want to skip class, otherwise, my parent will be called."

Satoru crossed his arms and looked at Yayoi with disdain, "Are you actually afraid of your parent being called?"

Yayoi answered honestly, "As long as your parent don't get called, it's easy to say anything."

It's really hard to keep the dean's mouth shut. After the last fight, her mother worried about Yayoi's life in school for a long time. If Misako hadn't come to her house and broke into the house, her mother would have worried for a long time because of her personality.

"Okay." Satoru patted the tatami at his feet, "Then I'll let you skip class openly."

Suguru: "..."

Skipping classes and skip classes mean the same thing, right?

This kid looked like she's just entering junior high school, right? She was still a junior high school student who had just left the grades of primary school students! Don't teach bad things to children, Satoru!

Yayoi looked at the white-haired man wearing sunglasses suspiciously, and her intuition beyond ordinary people told Yayoi that this dog man wanted to trick her, so Yayoi decisively refused.

"No." Yayoi said firmly again.

"Huh?" Satoru jumped up from the tatami, taking advantage of his height advantage to look down at Yayoi, who was no taller than his chest. "It's not okay to skip classes, and it's not okay to skipping classes. What do you want?"

"I have to go to class." Yayoi said decisively as her amber eyes met the blue eyes under his sunglasses.

"I won't allow it." Satoru was categorical, his attitude still being 'I am the only one who had the highest authority in the world'.

Suguru: "..." What did it have to do with you if someone went to school?

Yayoi was confused, "What does it have to do with you whether I skip class or attend class?" After all, they have only known each other for less than a day, right?

"Of course it does matter." Satoru said confidently, "I don't allow it."

"Satoru can't find the special cursed object for the time being." Suguru unceremoniously poked at his friend's back, 'and your family was currently the biggest suspect.'

Suguru didn't say the rest.

Yayoi: "..."

Yayoi looked contemptuous.

Satoru almost jumped up from the tatami and ran over to beat her, but Suguru held his arm tightly.

The contempt in Yayoi's eyes was even stronger before, and Satoru struggled harder.

Suguru: "..."

Please, please stop!

I am so tired.

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• Omake •

Small drama:

On a rare day off, Satoru came to harass Yayoi instead of taking a good rest.

"Yayoi." Satoru collapsed on the floor. The way the 1.9+ meter tall man collapsed on the ground made Yayoi feel like a cat cake.

Satoru rolled on the ground and landed on Yayoi's lap. Yayoi was caught off guard and hugged her waist. The other person simply buried his face into her belly and rubbed her hard.

"Yayoi~ Yayoi~ Yayoi~"

The final syllable was drawn out.

The red-haired girl, who was much older than then, puffed up her cheeks and said, "Yayoi is not here."

Satoru noticed with sharp eyes that her ears were red.

"Then where is Yayoi?" Satoru lay on Yayoi's knees and looked up. The blindfold was pulled off again, and the exquisite facial features and the pale blue of Six Eyes were revealed in Yayoi's sight.

Yayoi turned away.

"Where did Satoru's Yayoi go?" Satoru stretched out his fingers and wrapped them around a strand of Yayoi's red hair. He lay on her knees and twisted his fingers, and the redhead's hair was wrapped around his fingers.

Yayoi pushed Satoru's white head, "I don't know Satoru, I only know Gojo."

"Gojo and Satoru are both Satoru Gojo, and Satoru Gojo is me." Satoru pouted, "It's too much, Yayoi doesn't even want to call me by my name."

The white cat that was rolled on his knees suddenly jumped up and collapsed on Yayoi.

Yayoi pushed Satoru's head to signal him to stop messing around.

"You call me 'Satoru' and I will let you go." Satoru's laughter rang in her ears, and his warm breath fell into her ears in circles. Yayoi felt that her body was extremely hot.

"Let go first."

"No."

"Let go."

"I won't."

More and more warm breath fell into her ears, and Satoru's hand never let go. Yayoi wanted to cover her ears, but her hand was also trapped by Satoru.

"Really?" Satoru whispered in Yayoi's ear, "Really?"

At the end of the question, Yayoi whispered his name. It was just a name. Yayoi felt that her face was about to burn.

Satoru rubbed his cheek against Yayoi's cheek for a while before stopping, his expression a little serious.

"Let's discuss it and let me hold you for a little longer." Satoru said innocently, "I don't want to let go after you call my name."

Satoru's face was full of "it's not that I don't want to let go, it's that you made me not want to let go."

Yayoi felt that this person was full of evil, and this had not changed at all since his high school days.

The sorcerer's few holidays were used by Satoru to tease Yayoi, who made Yayoi blush so much that she almost matched her red hair.

So much so that Yayoi ran away from Satoru the next day when she saw him, but he didn't blush, his heart didn't beat, and he didn't feel any guilt at all and continued to tease her.

Full of bad things, Yayoi thought angrily.


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