I don't know how long it took.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

With a loud exhaust sound, a black heavy locomotive pulled into the parking lot in front of Kuramae's apartment.

"Ah, business was really good on the weekend, and tonight was a lot of money...... It's a good job to go out of the front hall, I must cherish it, and I can't be stimulated by that elementary school student and become impetuous. ”

As he spoke, the rider in the car removed the ghost-faced helmet from his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

It was Sousuke Araki who had worked hard all night and returned from work.

"Ale?"

In front of the door of the apartment, in the white fog of the early morning, a blonde girl with a double ball head tied was pitifully leaning on the doorpost next to the steps, sleeping soundly.

"Mochizuki Ayano? This elementary school student ...... No, how could a police officer sleep on my doorstep? ”

Looking at the female police officer in front of him who has an annual income of more than 10 million next year, but looks like a "runaway elementary school student", Sosuke Araki was at a loss.

If you sleep like this, you'll catch a cold.

……

"Ayano-chan, your favorite tonkotsu soy sauce ramen is ready...... Ahra, the kid is on the couch again...... It's so cute even when you're asleep. ”

The energetic and doting female voice came into the ears.

"It must have been too exciting to have fun at the playground today...... Let her sleep more. ”

A man with a strong voice whispered.

The familiar aroma of tonkotsu soy sauce soup pours into the nostrils.

You can also hear the hum of the washing machine at work.

It is full of the atmosphere of daily life of a Japanese family.

Father...... Mom......

Mochizuki Ayano opened her eyes a little reluctantly and tiredly.

She was greeted by the white ceilings and quaint ceiling lamps that are common in old Japanese houses.

Do you dream about it again?

She laughed self-deprecatingly.

For those who have the ability to remember, some memories are like wounds that never heal, piercing the heart all the time.

It's no wonder that even though I slept all night, I was still as sleepy as I was working overtime.

Her nose moved slightly, and her face changed slightly as she was ready to sleep again.

The smell of the hot tonkotsu soy sauce soup did not disappear as he gradually woke up, but became more and more intense.

Wait a minute......

Mochizuki Ayano wanted to roll over and get up, but she felt a tearing pain all over her body, especially the inner side of her thighs.

She endured the sore muscles covered in bruises, and sat up with force......

A thin "Ghost Crossing" crane machine limited edition blanket slipped quietly from her.

This is a simple, cramped, messy one-bedroom tatami mat with only more than 10 square meters.

Looking around, there are unspeakable things piled up next to the tatami mattresses and on the storage shelves that take up the entire wall.

Magazines with exciting covers that are not suitable for children, action movie CDs, "see-through glasses" purchased online, various doll-machine scenery figures, comic books, and a unicorn Gundam RX-0 that has been put together but has not yet been painted......

On the side of the shelf, there is also a white rampant special attack suit with words such as "I am the only one in heaven and the world" and "Amitabha Buddha in the south".

On the lowest shelf next to the bed, there is also a neat row of thermos cups that are colorful, of unknown purpose, and exude an inscrutable smell.

And the mattress she slept on, just below the row of shelves, was surrounded by a mess of "academic journals," cartoons, and crumpled tissues on the floor.

"Oops, it's time for you to wake up......"

A somewhat familiar male voice said.

Looking in the direction of the sound, at the entrance of the door, a man in shorts and shorts, with large tattoos on his hands and feet, and the word "tool man" printed on his chest T-shirt, was busy on the cramped stove.

Behind him, a white washing machine was "buzzing".

Even though she is a genius girl with an IQ of 180 and an unforgettable eye, Mochizuki Aya is faced with the huge amount of information in front of her and the overly complicated elements, and she can't handle it for a while.

I was obviously well-washed, wearing a newly bought nightdress, and fell asleep on a warm little bed.

When I woke up, the world was turned upside down.

The room where the suspected pervert lives, the strange tattooed man, the muscles of the whole body, especially a certain part, are sore, as if they have been tortured inhumanly, and the whole body is covered in a layer of greasy sweat, as if they have experienced some kind of strenuous exercise......

Ha...... Hahaha......

I must have been under too much pressure at work lately to have such a dream within a dream.

After laughing inwardly, Ayano Mochizuki slumped limply on the tatami mat and closed her eyes, trying to wake herself up from this nightmare in this way.

"I'm going to give you something to eat, so if you're hungry, eat a banana first."

"Boom!"

The constant rush of "boys' dormitory" scents towards the tip of her nose and the sound of something on the table pulled her back to an unforgiving reality.

When he looked up, he saw a golden-haired man with a criminal look, holding a huge banana in front of him.

There's also a thicker one on the table.

"If you're lucky, you just bought a freshly expired banana today, which is said to be eaten without peeling...... This is a bewitching thing that you can't usually climb......"

"Click."

As he spoke, the man picked up the thick banana in his hand, didn't even peel the skin, put it in his mouth, and viciously gnawed off most of it.

"Ah!!!!h

Mochizuki Ayano, who sat up, let out a desperate scream like every weak girl who encounters such a scene.

"Bananas? Give me something to eat next? What and how many times have you done it to my body?! Don't you plan to let me go when you wake up now? Don't come here...... I'm going to call the police if you come over again...... No, I'm a police officer myself, and I'm going to arrest you for illegal imprisonment, kidnapping, and molestation of a girl! ”

Mochizuki Ayano was incoherent and helpless, grabbing the thing next to him and throwing it towards the man who was still in a state of "screaming and shock".

"Hey, don't throw them around, I've managed to ...... them."

The man is like a juggler, eating the "banana that does not need to be peeled" in his hand, and at the same time he hurriedly but with great precision catches the "private collection" flying in with various parts of his body.

Seeing that the "long-range attack" was ineffective, Mochizuki Ayano rubbed his body without hesitation, kicked the ground, sank his waist, and slammed his fist into the pervert on the opposite side.

In the face of the girl's menacing punch, Sosuke Araki's lower body was cold, and he arched his body back like a kiwei shrimp to dodge, and then reached out against the opponent's head.

This time, it made Mochizuki Ayano's next coherent move "two-handed rim arm swing fist" useless.

Because of her, I can't reach it.

"It's almost time to calm down, it's not delicious if the noodles are soft......"

Raising his head, Mochizuki Ayano, who was ashamed and angry, continued to run wild, and waved her arms like a human electric fan, saw the face of the man in front of her clearly.

"Waste...... Sousuke Araki?! ”