Chapter 10 – Devil

They’re not banging… prob.
Dunno for real. Virgin, duh.

『At your age, losing cherry’s normal~』

Still hate it!
Want a girlfriend!
Wanna do ecchi stuff!

『Love n’ romance…』

No clue! Virgin!
Push more and I escape to ero-fantasies!
I’ll imagine you in ero-cosplay!

『Hey!』

Yeah yeah. Tail tail!
Recall case deets on the fly.

Hojo fam got Kenjiro guy’s right wrist mailed.

I’d guessed chills.
Real dad maybe?
Divorce loser chops own hand.
Nah, impossible.
Hospital reports suspicions.
Gang fight nick, maybe cover.
But wrist amputation? No way.
Back-alley doc… manga tier.
Outfit to heal severed arm costs billions.
Cheaper to build hospital.
If crime org has that cash, they’d go legit ages ago.
Unreal… normally.
But “normal” is my tiny worldview.
World’s vast.
Angels real? News to me recent.
Don’t dismiss crime doc or overseas op.
Time issues tho.
Maybe unknown method.

Don’t drop dad lead.

If dad, right hand’s likely still off.
Just poss.
Argh! Overthink no help.
Do it!
Open status.
Not Misao Hojo.
The man’s.

Name       : XXXX

Reading    : XXXX

AGE        : XX

Job        : XXXX

Club       : XXXX

HP         : XXXX

MP         : XXXX

STR        : XXXX

INT        : XXXX

DEF        : XXXX

AGI        : XXXX

DEX        : XXXX

LUK        : XXXX

Skills     :

Unknown

Notes      :

Devil

Instant bachin! like breaker trip.
Echoed in skull first.
Then keen! tinnitus.
What?
What is this?​

『Kouta-kun! Brain screaming! Close status NOW!』

Nosebleed gushes.
Kill window, bolt round corner into alley.
Leg buckles, I flop.
Balance wrecked.

『God’s order! Return home ASAP or you die!』

Shit!
What does God want?!
Wipe noseblood on sleeve, stagger home.
Drips steady.
No go. House scout later.
Mom spots me at door.

“What happened?!”

Noseblood drench—horror show.
…Full horror.

“Uh, nosebleed… wait, anemia…”

Knees give, collapse.
Why this?!

“Koutarou! Hey!”

Mom panics, calls ambulance quick.
Just nosebleed, man.
Sirens wail, lights flash—my last mem.
Next day holiday.
CT scans, suppository for headache.
Kouta-kun… no marriage now.
Suppos for middle school boy? Mortifying.
Heavy bleed, they watch half-day.
No Angel voice since.
God hid it? Supernatural? Dunno.
That dad’s bad news.
Only takeaway.

Waste Sunday half-day, perk up slow.
Drip chittan chittan.
Monday school… maybe.
So bored.
No nagging Angel = lonely AF.
Hojo dad’s “Devil” tag.
God’s goal?
No Angel, all mystery.
Esp my virgin issue!
Sunday eve discharge.
20k yen hit.
Follow-up next week.
Big spend.
Expense this, God?
No tumor, clot, stroke.
Not hallucination.

Monday.
Wobbly to school.
No PE, hide hospital.
Embarrassing.
Shoe lockers, swap to slippers.
No shoe prank—schools strict on evidence now.
Normal swap, Misao Hojo shows.
…Same class.
Avoiding weird.

“Morning!”

Force cheery—hiding nerves.

“Morning, Sagara-kun.”

Ebina=Hojo smiles at acquaintance me.
Middle school “friend” tier smile.
Beauty smile energizes. Not lewd.

“Face pale tho?”

“Anemia… post-accident weak.”

No link known.

“Sorry.”

“Nah, don’t sweat. I’ll recover soon.”

Lukewarm chat.
Psych distance still far.
Miss no-holds Angel brawls—raw us.
Hojo bit bland.
Gorgeous, virgin-slayer face. Why?
No deeper topics, weather/class chit-chat to room.
Wariness fades.
If killer, death flag up.
I’m dumb… know it, still.
If full status, I’d chill.

Know better, open window anyway.
Nothing happens.
Keeeen! tinnitus hits.
Head-only.

『Zaza… Kouta-kun! Hear me? …Zaza』

Angel!
No joy—nosebleed again.
What the!

“Sagara-kun!”

Hojo raises voice rare.

“Kyaaaaah!”

Girl sniffs weird, screams drama. Classic.
Haruka Yoshimura, chatting girls, ghost-faces over.

“Koutarou! You ok?!”

“Just nosebleed… prob… ok…?”

Force stand.
Knees buckle.

“Itsuki Sugita! Help me health room him.”

“Yo! Hang in, Koutarou.”

Harsh but true—I help class most.
Errands, finds, mediates.
High goodwill.
Pays now.
All worry.
If hated, “Gross! Die!” ignore.
Mercy helps…

『Zaza… seriously… zaza… such human distrust… zaza』

Noisy Angel as Itsuki Sugita shoulders me to health room.
Oddly… reassuring.