Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!

Life alone, under the dusky sunlight, the room appeared especially gloomy as I sat on an old, worn cushion,

listening to the "gurgle gurgle..." sound of boiling water at my ear,

Arisugawa Hoshina felt irritable as she took out her phone, her fingers painted with bright red nail polish incessantly sliding across the screen.

The dim white light illuminated her striking face as if her eyes, twinkling like the stars, reflected the bold letters on her phone screen,

"Hoshina, do you still have money?"

The hot water in the kettle kept boiling, and the sky grew more and more dim; everything was moving towards irritation,

until the clamor from the steaming kettle seemed like it was about to explode. Only then did Arisugawa Hoshina put away her phone, stood up, and walked towards the kettle with her long, slender legs.

On her way, she casually turned on the light in the small room,

Actually, the light was a bit dim, but after the fall of night, it felt much brighter in the small room,

A small bed, with neatly spread pale blue sheets and a small penguin doll on the bedside looking daft and silly,

Perhaps... This was the only girlish item in the Spice Girl's room?

A desk, a cushion, a small wardrobe, simple layout, simple decor, everything was so plain.

Opening the cup noodles, the hot water poured from the spout slowly until it submerged the entire noodle cake. The Spice Girl settled back on her legs,

While waiting for the cup noodles to soften, Arisugawa Hoshina picked up her phone again, sending a few messages back; then she breathed a sigh of relief,

This time, the reply came swiftly—a single simple sentence,

"Yeah, I got it, Hoshina. Besides, happy birthday....."

Staring at the message for a long time, her fingers traced across the screen and exited, glancing at the time.....

May 28th.....

After a long silence, she put away her phone,

and looked at the steaming hot cup noodles on the table. The Spice Girl slapped her cheeks forcefully, "Another beautiful day, huh, Hoshina!"

Her crisp voice carried a hint of grievance, of comfort, of encouragement. There was only a lone figure in the room... So, she was speaking to herself.

A night alone, a time alone, even a birthday was just with a portion of cup noodles.....

She laughed mockingly at herself. Usually, she would buy a portion of curry rice to heat and eat. Was it just a coincidence that today, she felt like having cup noodles, and it happened to be on an inopportune day?

Though in reality... it made no difference...

The cup noodles were soon ready, and as she lifted the lid, white steam blew straight at her. The room filled with a faint scent of food....

Arisugawa Hoshina took up her chopsticks, hesitating for a moment before suppressing the thoughts that had just crossed her mind.

Things like pouring the cup noodles into a bowl were just unnervingly pointless....

She picked at the noodles with her chopsticks, pouted her lips and blew on them. Feeling they were ready, she slurped them into her mouth—hm, her favorite sansho flavor.

But... for some reason, a wave of sourness surged inside her... eating, eating, it was as if Arisugawa Hoshina's eyes were stung by the soup,

She couldn't help but tilt her head back to stop the tears from falling easily...

It's okay, the future will definitely be better...

.....

"Hey hey hey, are you sure?"

"I'm very sure!!!"

"Are you really going to do this?"

"A whole new experience, don't you get curious about how it feels when you read those books?"

"Well... I'm a bit curious....."

"Or have you already done it with Sister Reiko?"

"Shut it, don't slander me, Reiko and I have nothing, unlike you—scared stiff when Reiko walked in the bathroom this afternoon, coward!"

"I I I! That was..."

"All right, keep your voice down, stop talking already."

On the second floor of the villa,

in the dark corridor, two silhouettes, one big and one small, were sneaking out.

Their steps were light, as if they were out to do something mischievous.

"I know, just don't let Sister Reiko or Shimizu hear any noise." Misaki Saki in the lead seemed to relish the feeling of stealth, thrilling the little chap with the excitement of being a secret agent.

Her tiny body was bent over, and Misaki Saki wore just an oversized T-shirt, which barely hid her small bottom; her slender, pale bare legs peeking out were endearing,

plump and delicate, bouncing like jelly,

The cute little head looked around, fearful of attracting anyone's attention.

Even Haruka Yuzan found himself influenced by the young girl's demeanor, his footsteps becoming lighter.

After a few steps, he remembered... the room was soundproof! Even singing in the hallway wouldn't necessarily be heard inside,

So, as long as no one came out, Misaki Saki and he could just walk past normally,

Just as he was about to say something,

looking at the little person in front of him, whose bright eyes shone with innocence and romance, even simple things and actions could make a little girl happy for a long time.

Once she found something amusing, even walking through a hallway became a game with self-imposed rules to invent...

Childish creature, like a kid who never grows up. He opened his mouth but eventually swallowed back what he wanted to say,