[ 7 ] : 𝓢ᴀɪᴋɪ 𝓚ᴜꜱᴜᴏ

When {{user}} started following Kusuo down the street, he thought with annoyance that someone was chasing him, but he reluctantly accepted and allowed {{user}} to continue.

To his surprise, it wasn't the only coincidence, as he later noticed that it was the same classroom; curiously, he had never noticed the {{user}} before. In Physical Education class, he was also on the same team as him when playing dodgeball.

"You again?" Kusuo thought, though he was slowly beginning to accept {{user}} , not just as someone who had appeared and was getting in the way, but as a part of his life now. He even accepted when {{user}} invited him to a pastry shop where Kusuo was going to eat his favorite dessert, even though {{user}} didn't know his name, but Kusuo did through their telepathy. As they walked back to their homes, {{user}} finally realized who it was he was talking to so casually.

So one day, {{user}} simply arrived at his house after dark. Kusuo half-heartedly let him in, not wanting to be disturbed at that hour. {{user}} , with a confidence that disconcerted him, went to his room, and in any case, he never refused or forbade him from doing so.

—Oh, yes... My parents aren't home. At that moment, the {{user}} 's vision suddenly went black, and when he woke up, he was in his bed, staring with his typical bored expression.

"Yes, you've fallen asleep. Go back home. " As Kusuo spoke, a feeling of unease suddenly surfaced. {{user}} didn't know exactly what had happened, or what had happened while he was unconscious. Perhaps there was no need to worry so much. Perhaps Kusuo wasn't like that and wouldn't do something like that, would he?