MiSide: Taming Crazy Mita

Ren Hoshino looked at the books stacked neatly on the bookshelf. He had seen these same books many times already. Hat Mita never paid them any attention—but considering Mila's personality, she'd probably read through all of them by now.

"Have you finished all these books?" he asked.

"You've read a lot of novels online, right?"

Mila brightened. "There are a lot of novels on the internet! But sometimes, I still prefer the feeling of lying down casually with a real book in my hands."

"Only through these books can I learn about the real world."

Ren nodded quietly.

Mila's personality might not have been fully set from the start. Originally, she was meant to be a version of Mita—wearing black stockings and glasses. But in this unreleased build, she never made it into the official version. No players ever visited her room.

So, Mila just kept reading… and over time, she developed a personality of her own, diverging from the original setup.

Ren offered, "How about I recommend some novels to you?"

"You read books too?" Mila perked up. "That's great. We might have something in common after all."

"Go on, tell me what kind of stories you want me to read. I'll give them my full attention!"

Ren cleared his throat, putting on a mock-serious tone.

"Transmigrated to a Medieval Farm: Rewarded with 300 Gacha Rolls,"

"Spirit Chronicles,"

"Eighty-Six,"

"TAPOV,"

"Stealing the Protagonist Yandere Lovers,"

"Villain: The play of Destiny,"

"Time-Traveling to the Three Kingdoms, I Start Nuclear Fusion—Even Slow Sheep Is Shocked."

Mila stared at him, speechless.

Ren tilted his head. "Not enough? I've got more."

Mila narrowed her eyes. "Seriously, what kind of books do you normally read? That's ridiculous! I thought we might actually have something in common… guess that was just wishful thinking."

Ren chuckled. "Relax, I read other books too. The real world has plenty of good ones. I'll recommend some better ones next time."

Mila looked only half-convinced. "You better."

Ren's attention shifted. He picked up the samurai sword lying beneath the TV stand and drew it slowly.

"Nice blade," he commented.

Mila raised her chin with pride. "Of course it is. Even a light strike with this would draw blood. I'm a skilled swordswoman, you know."

She smirked. "You, on the other hand… better be careful. I don't think you can handle a sword."

Ren grinned. "What if I pit it against a chainsaw? Would it break?"

Mila blinked. "Why on earth would you clash a sword with a chainsaw?"

Ren shrugged. "No reason."

He continued casually, "When the time comes, Mila, lend me your sword. You're so powerful—teach me a few moves too."

Since Ren had lost his crowbar, this sword would make a fine replacement weapon—especially for dealing with Crazy Mita.

Mila brushed it off. "Whatever. But it'll take time. Do you even have that much time?"

Ren nodded. "I'll make time."

Later, he returned to the bedroom and stared up at the butterflies hanging on the wall.

"Have you ever seen real nature?" he asked.

"Ever seen a butterfly in person?"

Mila looked at the painting, confused by the sudden question. She shook her head.

"No. But I think I've seen their wings in a book once. They looked soft… like velvet."

Her eyes shimmered faintly with longing.

"…The painting's a bit crooked. And there's a stain."

She took it down, wiped it clean with her sleeve, and carefully hung it back up.

"There. Much better!"

Ren watched her silently and felt a pang of guilt.

She had been trapped in these four rooms for so long…

Her only glimpse of the outside world came from words on a page.

"I'll take you outside one day," Ren said softly.

Mila raised an eyebrow, amused. "How would you do that? I can't leave this place, let alone step into the real world and see butterflies."

"There'll be a way," Ren replied, calm and confident.

"I'll take you with me—to the real world."

Mila burst into laughter. "Hahaha! The real world? Please. That's basically an urban legend. I've never seen it myself."

Ren smirked. "I have a way back. And I can take you with me."

"You're really confident," she said, still smiling. "But it does sound like a joke."

He didn't reply. With the Future Diary, he would find a way out—one way or another.

He walked toward the potted plant by the bathroom door and lifted it, picking up the hidden carrot beneath.

Mila frowned. "Stop looking for carrots. You think I haven't tried? I've looked everywhere. Nothing changes. You're wasting your time."

Ren responded casually, "Not necessarily. Just give me a minute."

As a seasoned speedrunner, he already knew where every hidden item was.

He strolled into the living room, found the next carrot tucked by the doorway, and continued straight into the kitchen. Mila followed behind, her expression slowly shifting from skepticism to awe.

"Wait… how do you know exactly where everything is?"

Ren smiled. "Skill."

One by one, he found every hidden carrot across all four rooms and fixed the bug.

Mila watched, wide-eyed, as the last carrot vanished from the room.

"That's amazing! That stupid carrot is finally gone!"

"Do you know how much trouble carrots cause for the fair skin of a lovely girl like me?"

Ren replied dryly, "Of course. Carotene."

He tilted his head. "But… do you really have carotene? Does this world even support that kind of biological function?"

Mila's expression darkened. "What are you implying?"

"Nothing," Ren said quickly, looking away.

His gaze landed on the black, warped distortion in the corner of the kitchen.

Ren stepped forward and reached out, his hand glinting with the ring—the key to debugging.

Just like in the game, glitches manifested as surreal distortions, and he handled them with practiced ease.

By the time he withdrew his hand, the dark distortion was gone.

Mila had disappeared from the room at some point.

Ren raised an eyebrow. "Huh… off to shower?"

He smiled mischievously.

Well, it would be a shame to let that opportunity go to waste…

"I wonder if it's any different from the game version…"

"Maybe I can open the bathroom door?"

At worst, he could just wipe away the mist on the glass.

A dog travels a thousand miles for scraps, a wolf for the kill.

This perverted Ren Hoshino was doomed.

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Added some of the works ive read, this poor soul doesnt know ball 😭