The Guy Who Messed Up Is Gradually Doing His Best - Chapter 3

“Um, wow, it’s surprisingly clean… Huh? Isn’t that window glass a bit strange? Hmm, huh~? Wrap?”

I don’t know why, but a young woman who seems to be a netTuber is pointing at my house and talking about something. There are also two people who look like staff members.

“Haa.”

I take a deep breath, gather the small stones I just collected in both hands and then approach the woman speaking to the camera in front of the gate.

“Here you go. You’re going to throw the stone, right?”

I had just finished cleaning up. To have it messed up again right after I thought it was done is nothing short of torture.

At least make it a small stone instead of filth. I can’t stand the smell. So, I’ll take the initiative. I’ve decided to offer a small stone myself. A small stone is still better.

“Eh! Um, who are you?”

“Don’t ask weird questions. I’m the real Gouda Taketo who lives in this house. Here, throw this. You can throw it as much as you want, but once you’re done, hurry up and go home. I’ll leave the stone here.”

I placed the small stones I had been holding with both hands near the gate, within the woman’s reach, and quickly left the scene.

“Ah, wait a moment…”

I quickly ran inside the house because I would be in trouble if they said they wanted to throw not small stones, but filth or rotten eggs.

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“Ah, wait a moment…”

I involuntarily reached out my hand towards his back, but he entered the house without looking back.

“It’s a lie.”

“That fatso has become a handsome guy…”

“Someone, please say it’s a lie.”

“That fatso was thin.”

“Is he not eating properly? Is that why he lost weight…?”

“I was surprised by how polite his language had become. His tone had also become gentler.”

“Instead of getting angry, he’s leaving behind a bunch of small stones.”

“I was thought to throw a stone.”

“Because everyone was throwing it.”

“Somehow, Taketo is just too pitiful.”

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The concurrent viewers were around ten thousand from the start. When everyone comments at once, the comments flow at an incredible speed.

I originally shouldn’t be able to read it at all, but everyone seems to be commenting on similar things. Somehow, I can understand those comments.

Those are comments like saying Taketo-kun has lost weight and looks really cool, or comments expressing sympathy.

Indeed, the now-slimmed-down Taketo-kun had become such a handsome (beautiful boy) that he could rival Kazuya-sama. Even now, just thinking about it makes my cheeks flush.

But I soon felt sad.

Even though I had no intention of throwing anything, he placed a small stone in front of me.

In other words, it’s evidence that people who visited here were throwing various things into it.

And being thought of as one of those people too.

——No. No, I’m not a stone… ah…

As I shook my head in denial, I suddenly remembered a video from about three months ago where a gossip netTuber was joking about that fatso’s family being hospitalized.

“Taketo-kun, I wonder if he’s still living alone…”

It was a word I muttered without thinking, but everyone reacted to what I said.

“Probably so.”

“Taketo, the exposure-type netTuber, said something like that, right?”

“Are they still hospitalized?”

“I’m a nurse, but his family probably discharged him.”

“Then, isn’t he inside the house?”

“Got it, that’s fine then.”

“I felt a little relieved.”

“…He doesn’t have a family.”

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“Huh? He doesn’t have any family?”

It was just a coincidence. I happened to notice a comment that caught my attention and ended up picking it up. The comments also came to a complete stop.

“Did his family get hospitalized again?”

I’ve never heard of such a story. It might have happened while the topic shifted to Kazuya-sama. A comment came in during the few seconds I was thinking about that.

“I was the lawyer in charge of his family. To be honest, I didn’t have good feelings towards Taketo-kun… but I never expected it to come to this. I was overwhelmed with guilt and just… I’m sorry. I can’t go any further.”

“Huh, why…?”

I couldn’t help but mutter that, but the fact that a lawyer is involved means that, in other words,

——He’s estranged from his family…

Everyone probably caught on right away. It was quiet after the lawyer’s comment.

As if time had stopped. I felt the same. I couldn’t say anything.

Because there are no families that want to cut ties with men. Unless there are extremely compelling reasons. In other words, the family had extremely compelling reasons.

And given Taketo-kun’s current situation, I can somewhat understand the reason.

In fact, just a moment ago, the viewers, including myself, were casually throwing derogatory words at Taketo-kun and laughing together.

If that were directed towards the family, unlike men, women would normally go to work or, if they were students, go to school.

Just imagining it is impossible for me. I can’t stand it. That’s why cutting ties is also an option.

“Miko, Miko.”

The staff member who was filming gestured to me while I was zoning out, and somehow I came to my senses.

“Uh, um. I’ll end today’s stream here. Uh, well… I’m going to apologize to him one last time before I go home.”

I bow my head to everyone. My friend’s staff ended the stream there.

I honestly found it helpful because I couldn’t stop crying. Before I knew it, all the staff were rubbing their eyes too.