Chapter 105: Why Are You Angry?

The police car siren wailed as it brought Aoki Satoru home. The apologetic officer bowed repeatedly before him, apologizing without end.

“Sorry! I made a wrong judgment without investigating, and arrested you based on your appearance. I’m truly sorry!”

The police uncle wiped the sweat from his face, fearing that this bald boy who looked utterly hopeless would say something to him.

“I was only called because someone reported that someone here was threatening and forcing a girl... I’m really sorry!”

Aoki Satoru watched the police uncle earnestly apologize, and his grievance had nowhere to go, so he could only nod expressionlessly. “Oh.”

“Then... then I’ll go first!” The police uncle was drenched in sweat, even his hat soaked through: “I won’t disturb you anymore! So sorry!”

Aoki Satoru nodded woodenly, watching the police uncle dash back to the car and vanish in a flash. Glancing at his phone, which showed it was nearly half past eleven, he looked up at the sky with a pained expression: “System, when can I grow some hair?”

“With such a fierce look, it’s really too troublesome!” Aoki Satoru sighed again. Today, he once again experienced the terror his appearance had brought when he entered school.

[Because the bald head provided an extra charm attribute and helped with the host’s career as a delinquent youth, the hairstyle will remain fixed until the host becomes the strongest delinquent youth.]

What... what the hell?

Aoki Satoru’s body went limp, and he leaned against the wall, his expression desperate: “You mean to tell me I’ll become the strongest delinquent youth you speak of in the monkey year?”

[Reminder: This year is the year of the dog. It will take about nine years and two months to reach the year of the monkey.]

“Shut up!” Aoki Satoru gritted his teeth and opened the door to his house.

The moment he stepped inside, the expression of gritted teeth froze on his face. Right in front of the entrance on the stairs, Kyu sat at the stairwell, her head resting against the wall, staring at him with an icy expression: “Is there something you want to say?”

Aoki Satoru blinked. “I didn’t do anything today...”

“I saw you being taken home by the police car!”

Kyu’s breathing was a bit rapid, her eyes slightly reddened: “Did something happen?”

Seeing her small frame slightly hunched, one hand pressed to her heart, Aoki Satoru panicked immediately. He didn’t even take off his shoes; in a small trot, he reached her side and half-kneeled on the steps, his expression tense: “Believe me! It’s all a misunderstanding! Don’t be angry, calm down, does your heart hurt?”

Kyu slightly parted her thin lips, her breathing quickening. After a long while, under Aoki Satoru’s caring gaze, she slowly regained her composure.

She supported herself against the wall and slowly rose, looking down at Aoki Satoru, who was still half-squatting on the ground. Her voice trembled with anger: “Explain.”

Aoki Satoru stayed squatting on the ground, looking up at her. He smiled bitterly and took her hand, ignoring her weak resistance, and said earnestly, “You know I have a somewhat fierce appearance. Many people just see me and...”

“This time it’s the same, just a misunderstanding. Since you saw the police car sending me home, you should have seen him apologizing to me too.”

Aoki Satoru saw her expression soften slightly and continued, “You won’t misunderstand me like the others, right?”

With that, Kyu couldn’t say anything more. She turned her head away dejectedly, silver hair blocking her face, and shook off Aoki Satoru’s hand: “You look like this...”

“Don’t mention caring for me anymore.”

She turned and headed upstairs, but before opening the door, she subconsciously glanced back and saw Aoki Satoru standing silently at the bottom of the stairs, his expression lost and dejected.

With a heavy heart, she closed the door. Kyu leaned against it and slowly slid down, her expression also tinged with sadness.

Aoki Satoru sighed downstairs, returned to the entrance, and took off his shoes. He stood there for a moment, thinking he couldn’t continue like this.

He needed to communicate properly with Kyu, at least make her understand his thoughts and stop getting angry at him. Thinking it over, Aoki Satoru realized that Kyu having a temper wasn’t without reason.

He climbed the stairs, knocked on Kyu’s door: “Can I come in?”

Then, without waiting for her reply, he shamelessly pushed the door open.

Kyu was sitting on the bed playing with her phone. Seeing Aoki Satoru enter, she glared at him angrily without saying a word: “Satoru has become more and more excessive lately. Now he just barges into my room!”

Aoki Satoru casually placed the chocolate bar on the bedside table beside Kyu’s bed, but noticed that she was still glaring at him with an angry, puffed-up face.

He blinked, then sat on the edge of the bed with a serious expression: “Let’s talk about this, Kyu.”

“...What?” Kyu turned her head away, not wanting to see the chocolate bar beside her bed, lest she reach out and give this guy the wrong idea.

Observing her silver-white hair slightly tousled on her shoulders, Aoki Satoru reached out to smooth it, but she turned her head to avoid him and gave him a cold stare.

“Why...” Aoki Satoru awkwardly withdrew his hand and touched his bald head. “Suddenly angry at me?”

Kyu stared at him without speaking, her cheeks puffing up slightly. The angry look made Aoki Satoru think she was adorable.

“Because... I got into a fight?”

Aoki Satoru pursed his lips, a hint of helplessness in his brows. “But I had reasons I couldn’t avoid it. And you know I’m not going to bully anyone.”

“Although to others, I am a delinquent youth, and sometimes I feel that way myself. But I never intended to use this identity to hurt others.”

Seeing Kyu’s unchanging expression, Aoki Satoru was surprised. He had thought the thing she hated most was his delinquent status, but apparently it wasn’t that.

“As for injuries... no need to worry. Right now, no one troubles me anymore. In the future, I won’t fight casually.” Aoki Satoru blinked, but Kyu was still staring at him.

He stretched out his hand, propped his arms on the bed edge, resting his chin on his fist: “Kyu, please don’t be mad at me anymore.”

“I’m not angry.” Kyu turned her head, looking at the wall, saying insincerely, “This is how I originally looked. If you can’t accept it, then so be it!”

“Kyu!” Aoki Satoru felt a headache coming on. He didn’t know what was wrong with her. According to him, he had explained everything, but why was she still angry?

Or maybe she wasn’t angry?

If she wasn’t angry, why ignore him?

Aoki Satoru was completely puzzled, always feeling that trying to understand a girl’s mind was incredibly difficult.

Kyu tightly clutched the quilt, her small hands turning pale from the effort: “I...”

“If there’s something you want, if you want me to do something, and you don’t tell me, I won’t understand.”

Aoki Satoru stood up, sat beside her on the bed, and moved closer. He placed his hand on her head: “Kyu, although we’ve only known each other for a short time compared to real siblings, I truly see you as my own sister.”

“Whether it’s worries or troubles, tell me. Listen to me.”

Aoki Satoru looked seriously at her face. From her slightly trembling little head, he could tell her inner struggle was intense.

After a long pause, Kyu lowered her head. For some reason, words that didn’t match her heart couldn’t come out. She just wanted to tell Aoki Satoru her true feelings and sighed helplessly: “I...”