"Ah, school is so boring..."
"Speaking of which, why do I, the King of Curses, have to accompany you to school?! Just leave me at home, you brat!"
Akuto was so annoyed by the teacher's constant droning on the podium that he was reaching his breaking point.
Why do I still have to go to school after being reborn with Sukuna's power!
"I really want to slice that teacher into several pieces."
"Please, definitely don't do that."
Miko's pupils shrank sharply as she hurriedly lowered her head to communicate with Akuto.
She could ignore everything else, but that ability to split people into pieces... Mr. Finger really had it!
Akuto really did grumble all morning.
After PE class ended, Miko returned to the locker room, feeling exhausted.
"Did you watch that show 'Creepy' that aired earlier?"
"Creepy?"
"You know, 'Creepy True Stories.' I watched it because Yokota was in it."
"It was super scary!"
"I saw it! You mean the part with the refrigerator?"
"That part was scary too, but I'm talking about the locker part—a human head appeared when the locker was opened!"
The discussion among the girls caused Hana, who was undressing, to freeze!
At this moment, Miko seemed to be pondering something.
"Um, I say, Mr. Finger," Miko whispered to Akuto.
"You actually..."
"You are a lolicon, aren't you?"
"Huh?!"
Akuto immediately exploded, counterattacking this baseless accusation.
"What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"
"Come to think of it, once we enter the locker room, Mr. Finger becomes very quiet. Both times."
"You're definitely a lolicon, right?"
Miko's voice remained calm, her face maintaining its perpetual dead-fish eyes.
"What a waste of my good intentions. It would be weirder if I kept talking while you're changing clothes, wouldn't it?"
"I finally try to be a gentleman for once, and you actually suspect me..."
"The women I like have to be curvaceous, you understand? Big chest, big butt, and a thin waist. A woman with an S-curve! Not a flat chest like yours!"
Miko felt like she had taken a critical hit and glanced down at herself.
"Miko! They said there was a human head in the locker! What kind of scary show is that? Can things like that even be on TV?"
Hana was on the verge of tears over there.
"It's no use telling me that."
Miko complained expressionlessly, though it was unclear to whom she was talking.
She was indeed still bothered by the 'flat chest' comment.
"Listen to what I'm saying!"
At this moment, the two people and the Cursed Spirit were arguing incessantly, each talking to themselves, creating a chaotic scene.
This scene continued until Miko opened the locker for Hana, and then she really did see a human head inside the locker.
Miko's eyes reverted to dead-fish eyes again, and she almost forgot to breathe.
If one looked closely, one could see the corners of Miko's eyes and mouth twitching uncontrollably.
"Thanks, I really should rely on friends after all."
Yurikawa Hana couldn't see the head in the locker, so she went about changing her clothes on her own.
Seeing the last piece of fabric being taken off, Miko's pupils shook; she didn't know where to start complaining for a moment.
"Hana... right now, at least two weird things are watching you change..."
Miko complained inwardly.
"Oh, right, Miko!"
Hana suddenly turned around. Miko's pupils shrank, and she hurriedly turned her head away, tightly clutching the finger in an attempt to block its vision.
If coarse salt couldn't block the vision, how could it possibly be blocked by a finger?
"Eh? Miko, is something wrong?"
Miko gripped the finger tightly, her voice trembling:
"That... Hana, you should hurry up and change. We're going to be late for class."
"You're right... Oh, Miko, could you help me get my phone? I can't quite reach it."
Yurikawa Hana looked embarrassed.
"Oh? What are you going to do? Reach your hand into the evil spirit's mouth?"
Akuto flashed a wicked smile.
Yurikawa Hana's phone was on the upper shelf, which happened to be right by the evil spirit's mouth. To get it, she would have to reach her hand inside.
"If you're noticed... your hand will be bitten off in an instant."
Hearing Akuto's threat, Miko swallowed hard and tremblingly reached out to grab the phone.
Just as she got it, Akuto suddenly shouted, "Bong!"
It scared Miko so much she almost dropped the phone.
"Ugh..."
Miko handed the phone to Hana, closed the locker, slumped onto the floor, and let out a whimper.
This time, she really was scared to tears.
Akuto curled his lip.
After that, he didn't say anything too outrageous... In the classroom, Miko rested her chin on her hand, her mind wandering as she listened to the teacher's lecture.
"As expected... Mr. Finger's personality is incredibly wicked..."
It would be a lie to say she didn't have any resentment; at that moment, Miko really wanted to throw the finger into the trash and spit on it for good measure.
This kind of childish scaring behavior was very much like a middle school boy's pranks on girls.
Pulling braids, poking backs, snapping bra straps.
In short, it was very malicious.
Why hadn't she thrown it away... Miko found it hard to describe her own feelings.
Mr. Finger indeed gave her a rare sense of security.
Even more so because Mr. Finger was the only one she could talk to about those things.
Seeing those monsters and keeping them bottled up inside was miserable; she had a stomach full of bitterness with nowhere to vent.
With no one seeing, no one understanding, and no one to tell, those monsters were almost driving Yotsuya Miko crazy.
Just then, Mr. Finger appeared.
Granted, Mr. Finger also harbored ill intentions.
But at least they could communicate; at least they could interact.
Miko didn't know why she was clinging to Mr. Finger as if he were a life-saving straw.
Even though... he was also an evil spirit.
"Talking to Mr. Finger seems to dispel my fear."
"Even though those things are everywhere, they haven't actually done anything to me." The corner of Miko's mouth tilted into a pretty curve:
"As long as I keep pretending I can't see anything, nothing will happen."
Thinking of this, Miko's psychological burden seemed to lighten quite a bit.
"Miko."
Yurikawa Hana suddenly leaned over and said bashfully:
"Accompany me to the locker room again. I think I took off my panties along with everything else just now."
"Absolutely not!"
Miko never wanted to see that evil spirit in the locker room ever again.
"An immediate refusal?"
"Sigh, forget it. Anyway, it won't affect daily life."
"It won't?"
Yurikawa Hana sat down on her chair nonchalantly. Just then, Miko suddenly saw a pair of hands reaching out from Hana's desk opening.
"This is bad..."
Miko began to tremble slightly again; no matter how many times she saw that kind of thing, she couldn't get used to it... The next moment, several more hands reached out from the desk, spiraling up and clinging tightly to Hana's body.
Several hands were also placed in extremely critical locations.
"Hana..."
Miko immediately grabbed the finger at her chest, then pretended to be dizzy and reached out toward Hana.
The finger passed right through the evil spirit.
"Tsk, the same trick won't work on me, brat."
Akuto gave a cold laugh.
"Eh? Miko, what's wrong?"
"I... I'm a bit dizzy. Accompany me to the Health Room!"
Miko saw that the hands reaching from the desk had already come off Hana.
"In any case, let's just leave here..."
Although Miko was also afraid, she still forced herself to pull Hana and sprinted out of the classroom.
The two of them ran through the hallway for a while before Hana suddenly stumbled and stopped.
"Miko, are you okay? I can help you to the Health Room."
Miko only felt her neck was as stiff as death. She turned her head with difficulty, her pupils shrinking and the corners of her eyes twitching incessantly.
"No... no need..."
"It still followed us... I'm doomed, doomed, doomed... what should I do... can anyone come save us…?"
"Eh? There's no one in the Health Room!"
Hana walked into the Health Room and looked around; the Health Teacher was indeed not there.
At the door, Miko tucked her hand into her sleeve and used one hand to cover her mouth, preventing her expression from being seen through.
But this posture... Akuto had to admit, this brat did have some charm.
"But... what will you do?"
Akuto looked at Miko playfully. He was waiting—waiting for Miko to reach her limit.