Bab 3: 003: The Key to Avoiding Death
Misaki shot up from her seat, her face red with anger and embarrassment. "No way! What the hell is this supposed to mean now?"
She pointed at Kaito like he was a criminal on trial.
"First, you tell me some girl lives here, and now I'm stuck with… this perv? Are you kidding me?!"
Naomi grinned, not bothered by the outburst, and shrugged. "Him? Pervert? Hmm..."
She gave Kaito a playful look, then added with a smirk, "Well, I have caught him eyeing my chest more times than I can count..."
"What?!" Kaito stammered, his voice cracking as he waved his hands frantically. "No! I didn't—"
"Shut up!" Misaki barked, her eyes blazing as she glared at him. "You're not helping your case!"
Kaito wished the ground would just open up and swallow him whole. Actually, he'd gladly dig his own grave if it meant escaping this disaster.
"This is it! I'm leaving!" Misaki spun around, grabbing her suitcases in one swift motion, and stormed toward the door.
"And where do you think you're going?" Naomi's voice carried a sharp edge, her patience wearing thin.
Misaki froze, her hand gripping the doorknob. A chilling realization crept over her, sending shivers down her spine—she had nowhere else to go.
For a moment, the silence hung heavy. Misaki stood there, motionless, clutching the knob as if it were her lifeline.
Naomi let out a long sigh, rising from the couch with calm determination.
With a tenderness that caught Misaki off guard, Naomi wrapped her arms around her from behind.
"Sweetheart," she said softly, her voice full of warmth, "Kaito-kun is just like you—someone with nowhere else to go."
Misaki's tense shoulders began to relax. She blinked back tears, her grip on the doorknob loosening.
Naomi continued, her tone both reassuring and firm, "I can't just throw him out onto the streets."
She gave Misaki a gentle squeeze before adding, "And trust me, once you get to know him, you'll see he's a good person. Do you really think your aunt would let you stay with someone who'd make your life harder?"
Misaki sniffled quietly, her resolve crumbling. Naomi's words, filled with care and understanding, wrapped around her like a comforting blanket.
But the frustration from the morning were still weighing her down.
Misaki let out a sharp breath, her frustration evident as she snapped, "Fine, but only until I find somewhere else!"
"Of course, honey, if that's what you want…" Naomi smiled, finally feeling at ease.
Glancing at her watch, she muttered, "Oh wow, look at the time. I better get back to work. You know how those kids are—they can't do a thing without me."
As Naomi prepared to leave, Misaki's nerves kicked in again. Her anxiety flared up, but this time, she stayed quiet.
Naomi rushed to the door, then turned back with a teasing grin, calling out to Kaito, who stood frozen like a statue that had been gathering dust for years.
"Hey, hopeless virgin, I'm leaving my niece in your hands. You better take good care of her, okay?"
"Yes! Of course!" Kaito's voice came out louder than he'd intended.
Naomi smiled and shut the door behind her as she left.
The slamming shot of the door echoed through the silent room, like a prison door locking two prisoners inside.
Misaki, full of anger, crossed her arms, glaring at Kaito with burning eyes.
"Listen, if you pull the same stunt you did this morning—"
"No! Absolutely not!"
She narrowed her eyes, still unconvinced. "I don't know how you tricked my aunt with your lies, but I know exactly who you are."
She raised her finger, warning him sternly, like a teacher giving a scolding.
"But if that ugly side of you shows up again, I swear I'll make you regret it, got it?"
Kaito's face turned bright red, unable to think of what to say or do. She was completely right—somewhat?
He stood there, awkwardly staring at the carpet's pattern, praying that the Grim Reaper standing over him wouldn't strike just yet.
Misaki, still fuming with anger, dragged her suitcases one by one into the bedroom.
Kaito could only watch as she struggled. He thought about helping, but it wasn't even an option at that moment.
Once she finished, she slammed the door shut behind her. Kaito finally exhaled, relieved to be alone again.
He sat there for a while, staring at the closed door, unsure of what to do or how to process the disaster.
His gaze then fell on the dishes in the sink. He stood up and, still in a daze, moved toward them to start washing.
If it helped him clear his mind even a little, he'd be grateful. As he was washing the dishes, Misaki's door suddenly opened.
"Um... is the bathroom free?" she asked, her anger slightly fading.
Kaito, still focused on the dishes, mumbled in a fearful tone, "Huh? Yeah, I think so..."
She grabbed her clothes and headed for the bathroom, locking the door twice for extra security.
But that didn't ease her anxiety. She grabbed the bathroom rug and wedged it against the door for extra assurance.
Now, she could undress in peace and wash away the stress of the day with a hot shower.
With a shaky sigh and foggy eyes, she slowly undressed and stepped into the shower.
As the water flowed over her body, silent tears mingled with the steam.
She stayed under the hot water for what felt like an eternity, crying quietly.
She finally composed herself, a flicker of hope rising—maybe, just maybe, tomorrow would be different.
She changed into her pajamas and stepped outside. For a moment, Misaki watched Kaito, who had already fallen asleep on the couch.
In his sleep, he didn't seem so bad. In fact, with a closer look, he didn't even look like a pervert.
However, the unpleasant event from the morning came flooding back, reigniting her anger.
Just as she was about to storm back to her room, something caught her attention on the doorknob.
Two keys, attached to a note, hung there. She took the note and examined it.
The handwriting was a little messy, but she managed to read:
"One's for the front door, the other for the room. If you want to feel safer, you can lock it. I'm really sorry for this morning."
After reading the note, Misaki glanced at Kaito, who was deep in sleep on the couch.
His intentions were clear—he meant well and wanted to give her some space—but it still wasn't enough, not yet.
She entered her room, locked the door, and twisted the key all the way, just to be sure.
Then, leaning against the door, she sat on the floor, her gaze fixed on her suitcases as the moonlight bathed her face.
Tension gripped her as she clenched the key, barely noticing it digging into her palm.
Suddenly, Naomi's words echoed in her mind: "Kaito, just like you. Someone with nowhere else to go…"
"This doesn't fix anything!" she muttered, her anger flaring again, as if she were still arguing with Naomi.
She sat there for a while, staring blankly. Her face twisted with a mix of hatred toward her fate and the sudden turn of events.
A yawn escaped her, and she stood up, longing to sleep and leave everything behind.
The next morning, Kaito woke to the sound of his alarm, hurriedly dressed, and rushed out the door.
He grabbed his bike and pedaled straight ahead, for a moment pretending yesterday had never happened.
It felt like he had never met Misaki at all. In fact, there was no sign of her when he left the home.
He just wanted to get to Naomi's café, grab breakfast, have a coffee, and get to work.
That was Kaito's routine. Every morning, he'd have breakfast at Naomi's place before heading to work.
After a long internal debate and some careful calculations, he'd figured it was the most economical option.
He couldn't afford to waste a single penny and had to keep everything tight and calculated.
He walked inside and made his way to his usual spot by the window in the back corner, waiting for one of the waitresses to approach.
Yawning and staring out the window with tired, sleepy eyes, his attention was suddenly diverted by a voice.
"Good morning, sir, welcome. How can I—" The waitress's voice cut off in shock.
Kaito spun around, drawn by the voice, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
There, with blazing, furious eyes, stood Misaki, clutching a notebook, waiting for order.
She leaned forward, grabbing Kaito lightly by the collar and pulling him towards her.
With a hiss of anger, she whispered, "What the hell do you think you're doing here?!"
Kaito's eyes widened, frozen in place, captivated by Misaki's fiery glare and breathtaking beauty. His mouth opened, but no words came out.
The tension hung in the air, thick and suffocating, as if the next breath could change everything.
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