Haruko: "Ichiko, time to eat!"
Haruko: "You're sick now and your body is weak, how about some soup?"
Haruko: "Are you thirsty? Do you want water? Do you need me to feed you?"
Haruko: "Or do you want something else?"
Perhaps her sense of taste was problematic, as all the food tasted strange.
Ichiko's eyes were somewhat vacant, and she didn't know how much time had passed. Sometimes she felt like time flew by, and other times it was agonizingly slow.
Every time she faced Haruko's pathological and strange side, it reminded her of the basement and the rooftop scenes.
She felt lost and helpless.
She was even more unable to think about how to cure Haruko's yandere tendencies.
Mental exhaustion was, after all, a heavier burden than physical strain.
With a creak, Haruko opened the door and walked in again.
Ichiko didn't know how much time had passed, so she asked, "Haruko, what time is it now?"
Haruko blinked, "I'm not sure, but Ichiko, you look really bad. Did you rest well?"
The question was avoided.
As expected.
Ichiko gave a self-deprecating smile, as if giving up resistance, and lay down on the bed resignedly, "How much longer will this be, Haruko?"
"Until you fall in love with me~"
This answer, this conversation, had happened countless times.
As she spoke, she climbed onto the bed.
Ichiko looked at Haruko strangely, "What are you going to do this time?"
Every time Haruko came in, she had a purpose, but this time she came in empty-handed and did nothing.
Haruko looked at Ichiko's tired and listless eyes and said expectantly, "This time is also for treating you, Ichiko. The treatment will only stop when you accept me and like me."
Saying this, she took out a sleep mask from her pocket.
She also took out a pair of earplugs, also for rest, that would prevent external disturbances.
The world instantly became quiet.
When the bright light was turned off, the dazzling light and shadow that would exist in the darkness also vanished without a trace.
Only a silhouette could vaguely be seen.
Unable to see, unable to hear.
Ichiko could even hear her own heartbeat.
The oppressive and heavy breathing was also felt more clearly than usual.
Ichiko lay on the sickbed, weak and unable to do anything due to her illness.
Time passed bit by bit, and Ichiko's heartbeat also quickened, her nerves taut.
"Mmm—"
A signal came from Haruko.
Unable to get used to it, unwilling to bear it.
Once... once... once... and again...
As a patient, she was being taken care of.
Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate!
Why are you doing this why are you doing this why are you doing this why are you doing this why are you doing this why are you doing this why are you doing this!
Haruko, what are we what are we what are we what are we what are we what are we!
Friends sisters best friends friends sisters best friends friends sisters best friends friends sisters best friends friends sisters best friends friends sisters best friends friends sisters best friends!
"I like you~"
Suddenly, the earplugs were taken out, and a declaration of love full of deep affection came from her ear.
"Ichiko, I like you~"
Here it comes again, just like before...
Ichiko's face became increasingly haggard, and her complexion worsened.
The light turned on.
Haruko stood by the side, her smile undiminished.
As expected, it's still a little lacking.
A day has passed. She used her skill to change the taste of all the food Ichiko could access, and the result is this.
The continuous high pressure and psychological impact finally caused her to have a huge reaction.
Words of concern came from Haruko's mouth, and she gently patted Ichiko's back, then actively took a broom and mop to clean up.
Just like a gentle, caring little wife.
Ichiko took in this scene, her expression complex.
After cleaning up, Haruko thoughtfully brought toiletries.
Everything done, she said nothing and just left the room.
Leaving her alone in this room again.
Alone.
After leaving the room, Haruko finally stretched.
The sky outside was incredibly dark. The rain that had lasted for a day and a night had finally stopped.
Not counting the first night, this was the first night of Ichiko's three days off.
"From her perspective, at least two or three days have passed, right?"
"But the plan is going smoothly, and there are no troublesome people."
In her handling of interpersonal relationships, over the past day, except for Shin asking a few more questions, everyone else was fine.
Yuri was a perfect double agent, blocking a large number of classmates and friends who came to look for Ichiko.
But because of this, Haruko also hadn't slept for almost a day and a night.
She confirmed Ichiko's state one last time, ate the last sleep chocolate, and fell into a deep sleep.
6 hours passed in the blink of an eye for her.
But for Ichiko, it felt like years.
She realized that Haruko hadn't come for so long, it might be night, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
Her body was tired, her mind was exhausted.
Haruko left her a piece of bread, but when she bit into it, Ichiko still felt it was incredibly dry and hard to swallow.
Why!
Why is it like this!
No matter what it is, everything tastes like a mixture of countless flavors, as if it's the worst-tasting thing in the world. Has my sense of taste really gone wrong!
Exhaustion flooded her heart, and finally, she couldn't hold on, falling into a daze and sleeping with the light on.
But she felt like she had only slept for a little while before the door opened again.
"Ichiko, it's time to get up~"
The time outside was two in the morning.
Haruko walked into the room with toiletries and a bucket of bathwater.
After waking Ichiko up, she went out again.
The pressure from the environment was already sufficient; there was no need for extra words, she would overthink on her own.
And Ichiko, seeing this bucket of bathwater, felt as if she had seen a life-saving straw.
The light in her silent, tired eyes lit up.
All food tasted strange and was hard to swallow, but this bathwater wasn't food, this must be...
She climbed out of bed, quickly knelt before the bucket, and cupped a scoop of water with both hands.
"Gulp~"
Water droplets slid down her cheeks to her chin, and gradually flowed to her neck.
Silence, despair.
The bathwater, too...
Time continued to flow.
Another new cycle.
Eating, drinking water, eating fruit, small cakes with cream...
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!
Everything in the world is incredibly disgusting. Why do such foods simultaneously have a mixture of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty flavors!
The pressure exploded. Ichiko didn't burst with virtue; she just felt like she was going crazy.
Ate and vomited, vomited and ate.
The empty stomach cramps were even harder to bear.
This is... yandere!
Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. When Haruko brought food again, she grabbed her sleeve and said almost pleadingly, "Haruko... is there anything with a different taste, please... please..."
"There is!"
Haruko looked at Ichiko with a smile, her slender index finger touching her pink lips, and asked softly, "Didn't Ichiko notice? This... is a different taste~"
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