Why does the Ruined King still fall in love?

My answer was very firm, or it was more like an order.

I'm not interested in it, at least I keep telling myself I'm not.My vision was blurry, my nose was itchy, and my throat was dry.Maybe I'm sick again.Maybe there is something wrong with me.

There's this pretty and popular girl who's about to...but why me? It must be a joke.

No one can love me.

It's impossible, and I refuse to believe this reality.

"No."

I said it again.

Isshiki stood there, her eyes wide open, looking back at me.

And my shadow is reflected in her eyes.

Our eyes met, and the distance between each other was almost zero.

So, I patted her face lightly with the palm of my hand.

Isshiki swayed.

Like a string snapped, she sat down on the floor.

Blood trickled down her nose.

"Senior?" She answered blankly, as if she didn't know what hit her.

She stared at me like a deer stares at the headlights of an oncoming truck.I knew something had hit her, but it wasn't a hit.

I patted her and she pushed away.

Then I ran.

I ran far, far away.

It felt like I ran all day and all night.

Everything becomes blurred.

Anywhere, anywhere will do.

In any distant place, Isshiki could be seen lying on the floor disheveled and her bloody nose.I just want to get away from her eyes and go anywhere else.Rejection, shock and despair all intertwined.

This discovery chills me: Ishiroyu was rejected twice today.

The lights slow down as my lungs start to burn.

I haven't run this fast since I did a sprint race with Hayato Hayama.Still, my legs aren't the best for running in my life, but my heart is.

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The bookstore is freezing cold.

Bright lights and paper walls flank me as I go deeper.I just want to leave.The old man at the counter ignored me as I walked further behind.Maybe I want to hide.

"Huh? Biqigu?"

Hearing my name, a chill pierced my heart.

"Ebina?"

The girl with the glasses was behind me, looking at me curiously.

"What are you doing in this kind of bookstore?"

"This kind of bookstore?"

That's when I realized that all the comics and magazines around me were freaks and completely unsuitable for any age group.

There are men, many men, all of them have soft expressions on their faces, and their cheeks are slightly red, showing the embarrassment of blushing.

Did I mention they're all sweaty and toned?

They surround us.Life-size pillows and comics piled high, and giant stuffed animals and cardboard models stood guard on street corners.

It was quite a big impact for me.

But it wouldn't be so bad if Totsuka could be in this lineup.

"I—I, don't want to go home now."

"I get it! I totally get it!"

Ebina smiled, grabbed my hand, and off we went.

"When I first started learning English, my parents were always protective of me. But in those days, I learned a few tricks to get out."

"where are we going?"

It's like Ebina took me on an expedition to the North Pole, but I'd better not mention it to her.

“A safe place!”

We ran through the streets, neon signs and run-down bars.

"Seriously, where are you taking me?"

Ebina pulled me with the power of a locomotive under the starry sky.

"To my friend's house?"

"A friend? Miura? Please don't...I don't want to go to the Tobe's either—" And I definitely don't want to go to Yuigahama's.

"None of the above. We're going to your closest friends."

closest friend

"You don't mean—?"

"Are you two rubbing together? He'll come to your house late at night and you'll be exhausted and start stroking your tense, tense, super- Tense shoulders?"

Oh.

So I'm going to find him, maybe the last man I want to face right now.

"There is no way."

"universe!"

So Ebina launched with me after that, to the established universe.

Chapter 130 A Short Story·A Trap Carefully Arranged by Someone

A long time ago, I, Hikigaya Hachiman, dreamed that I was a butterfly flying around, and I was actually a butterfly.

When I was a happy butterfly, I didn't know I was Hikigaya Hachiman.

I flapped my wings in the wind, flying from petal to petal, unaware of my true self.

Soon after I woke up, I was back there again, becoming Hikigaya Hachiman.

Now I don't know, now, I'm a monster dreaming I'm a butterfly, or now I'm a butterfly dreaming I'm a monster.

How do I know that life is not an illusion? How do I know that this life I despise is real and all other realms of possibility are false?

False and real, I can hardly tell the difference.

When I first woke up, two beautiful cartoon boys were making out with Ebina screaming.

When Ebina Hima repeatedly puts together an exact replica of her character and the one on screen, saying in a soft, distorted voice, "Activate seed mode! Now, kiss~!",

oh yes.

That's how I know all the other realms of possibility are wrong.

The room was dark and dark with poor lighting.

The only source of light is from the TV screen, which illuminates the only viewer.It was a hunched Ebina, totally immersed in the anime.

Wrapped in a blanket and surrounded by discarded instant noodle cups, she looked like the closest thing I've ever seen to an abandoned house.

"Where am I?" My mouth was dry and my voice was hoarse.But that didn't scare Ebina.In fact, it seemed to make her turn slowly, as if she was expecting me to wake up at the moment of her delusional orgasm.

"In my room. Just leave it like this. My parents don't know you're here," she laughs, before turning her head and yelling at the screen all kinds of things that make me feel weird about my manliness uncomfortable things.

Out of habit, I kicked my leg out, forgetting I wasn't in my own bed, and accidentally bumped my toe against the wall.

"Oh!"

A scent of flowers came to my face.

"Keep quiet!" Ebina hissed before returning to her anime.

I slid off the bed.Only then did I realize I was shirtless, my bare chest lit by the glow of robotic arm pilots expressing their mutual affection inappropriately in an empty spaceship hangar.

She pointed to a chair where my shirt, jacket, and shoes were lying.

I reached over and stroked them and they were soft to me, like they just came out of the dryer.

A quick sniff, a floral scent that does double duty as a laundry detergent.

I sigh.This girl would go to great lengths to sneak me into her room, undress me, and do my laundry, but I couldn't get a word out of her while she spouted nonsense about her comics.

I spread the shirt open and felt the soft cotton.It's warm but cool to the touch.Feels like skin...

It feels like Isshiki's skin.

Wait, what am I thinking.

I quickly put on my shirt and jacket and grabbed my shoes.

"I have to go." I whispered next to Ebina.

Ebina turned to me, wide-eyed like I was the most curious person in the world, and I said the dumbest thing I could think of.

"Obviously you can't do that. My parents are downstairs."

"So I'm stuck here?"

"When I tried to cheer you up, you passed out on your own! Do you know how hard it is to drag you upstairs without being heard or found? My parents had ears like rabbits and they saw everything like eagles. Eagles with binoculars! Even the neighbors and newlyweds down the street can't escape their watch!"

Great.Ebina Himina's parents are voyeurs.

Wait, that makes so much sense.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Ebina looked at the clock and said, "It's morning..." A faint light shone through the closed curtains. "They're on the move now. They won't come into my room unless they hear something suspicious, so as long as you're quiet."

Is there nothing suspicious when I'm quiet? What kind of family is this? I've seen Uchiha family reunions are more normal than this.

Alright, Hiki Valley Hachiman.think... think... what do I have?

cell phone.There were 71 calls from Komachi...she must be worried about where I am.And some more information.Opening the first message, I looked it up right away.

"Brother! Since you're probably dead, or gone to Hokkaido, can I have your fried chicken tonight?"

Stupid sister.If I get caught in a girl's room by her parents, you'll be eating my fried chicken for the rest of your life.

I opened another message.

"Oh hello. Hikigaya. Thinking about getting some ramen later? I just got a coupon for buy [-] get [-] free. I prefer miso or shoyu ramen myself because of the low sodium content, but I think this Too good a deal to turn down. The fat pork belly in miso might ruin my figure though. Hmm. Maybe soy sauce is the way to go. Anyway, craving ramen? We can ingest it if you want Low-sodium food, or go get some more bamboo shoots. Hell, we could even go for South Korean BBQ if you want. Hey. Why don't you respond? Please respond. Oh! Biqigu! Request a reply--"

Shizuka Hiratsuka-sensei, if I don't get out of here alive, you'll be eating ramen like an old girl until the meat on your bones rots.

I suddenly switched to another message.

"forward--"

It's a color feather...

I shut it down immediately.

I sighed.

My phone is useless.Nobody can help me except...

I choose not to contact her.

Just as I was thinking hard, Ebina's fingers were tapping a few keys.Soon, a message was sent.Received a message.She responded quickly.Is Ebina working on an exit strategy? Is Miura even willing to help? Maybe she has some unknown acquaintance nearby or Tobe.

"Who are you texting while you're there?"

"What does this have to do with you?"