Chapter 222: My Life is Already Full of Your Traces

(One hour earlier)

"I'm home. Eh, is Utaha not home yet?" Returning to the apartment, Miyahito saw that no one was home, and only the newly installed sensor light in the hallway was on. So, while changing his shoes, he took out his phone from his pocket and checked the time.

It's rare for her to be out with Yuki for so long.

Thinking that Utaha also liked going out shopping with friends, Miyahito couldn't help but recall the scenes that were already deeply buried in his memory.

Sure enough, no matter how cold and unapproachable Utaha was in the anime... in reality, she was ultimately just an ordinary girl.

She would enjoy shopping with friends on holidays and also liked the feeling of friendship accompanying her.

She would act spoiled with her lover and also liked being pampered.

She would sometimes be too lazy to do housework and also liked to play pranks to spin her boyfriend around.

This Utaha was very similar to, yet different from, the cold Utaha in the anime who was also swept off her feet by love...

But for Miyahito.

He seemed to prefer this Utaha who existed in his world, in his eyes, and in his heart.

Because people are not perfect.

Reaching out to press the light switch on the wall in the room, illuminating the soft white light of the room, Miyahito casually placed today's 'loot' on the double desk that he and Utaha had picked out together, raised his hands, and stretched long.

"Mmm~"

Yeah, yeah, decided! Tomorrow I'll stay home and build models, I'm not going out!

Looking at the Gundam model he bought today, which he had been looking forward to for a long time, Miyahito decided in his heart.

Oh right, almost forgot one thing.

Remembering this, Miyahito turned and walked to the refrigerator. After opening the door and seeing the fully stocked reserves inside, as well as the favorite soda essential for him and Utaha to stay at home, and confirming that the inventory had no problems.

Only then did Miyahito close the refrigerator door with satisfaction.

And just as he was about to return to his room to play with his phone for a while or play the guitar to pass the time, his peripheral vision noticed the bathroom, and he unconsciously withdrew his stepped foot.

Walking into the bathroom and turning on the hot water switch, while waiting for the water temperature to rise, he returned to the room and dug out his pajama set from the closet he and Utaha shared. Yeah, it was just a basketball outfit consisting of a tank top and shorts.

When he returned to the washroom holding his basketball uniform and underwear, his gaze inadvertently fell on the red and blue rinsing cups and toothbrushes on the washstand, making Miyahito suddenly realize a matter-of-fact thing.

It seemed that, whether in Utaha's apartment or his two-story house, unknowingly, the traces of them as a couple had gradually appeared in these two different houses.

Apart from the matching mugs, red and blue towels, and cute pink and sunny orange aprons that both houses had.

In Miyahito's house, Utaha's novel manuscripts were scattered on the sofa, and an exquisite fountain pen lay on the wooden-scented piano lid.

In Utaha's apartment, a guitar bearing the traces of time leaned against the corner wall at some point, and a pair of well-used game controllers lay on the carpet in front of the TV.

All these subtle changes were quietly telling Utaha and Miyahito that 'In the life from now on, it will no longer be alone, but walking hand in hand with the other half.'

"Really, I didn't notice it at all." Looking at the traces of their life in the bathroom, the corners of Miyahito's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

When I noticed it, I suddenly realized that my life was already full of your traces.

Hey, Utaha.

Do you know?

.....

After enjoying a comfortable hot bath for a good while.

Just as Miyahito came out of the bathroom and was wiping his body and getting dressed in the washroom.

Click—!

The sudden sound of the door lock made Miyahito, who was getting dressed, pause his movements unconsciously, and then subconsciously speed up his dressing a bit.

"I'm home."

Just as Utaha's voice came into the house as she returned home, Miyahito, who had finished dressing and had a blue bath towel draped over his head, also happened to walk out of the washroom.

Seeing his girlfriend changing her shoes at the entrance, he stepped forward with a good mood and said to Utaha, who rarely played out for so long before coming home.

"Welcome home, Utaha."

"Did you have fun?" While casually wiping his wet hair, Miyahito saw the large and small shopping bags piled on the entryway step and naturally reached out to carry a few bags for Utaha, saying casually.

"It seems the harvest was good today."

After saying this with a smile, carrying the bags in one hand and wiping his hair with the other, Miyahito intended to turn around and go back to the room with the bags.

However, just as he turned around, Utaha suddenly hugged him from behind.

"Hmm?" Looking down at the hands with interlaced fingers tightly hugging his waist, Miyahito tilted his head back slightly, looking at his girlfriend with a doting smile.

"What's wrong?"

"Miyahito~" Burying her pretty face in her boyfriend's back, Utaha, who was pouting slightly, murmured in an unhappy tone, "I was bullied."

"!"

Hearing this sentence from Utaha, the smile on Miyahito's face instantly froze.

The next second.

"Who?!"

Turning around and hugging his girlfriend, Miyahito said with a cold face and an imposing tone, as if he was going to find the person who bullied Utaha immediately.

"I'll find that person right away."

Saying this, Miyahito subconsciously reached out to take out his phone.

Having learned his lesson from the incident at the end of the last semester, he didn't forget that the angrier he got, the calmer he had to remain.

And hearing her boyfriend's imposing tone, Utaha looked up in confusion. Seeing that Miyahito seemed to be serious with a cold expression, her mind suddenly went blank.

Then, the next second, realizing she had said the wrong thing... oh, actually it wasn't exactly wrong.

But it's not worth it! Miyahito! Not worth it, not worth it, really not worth it!

Snatching the phone from her boyfriend's hand with a head full of black lines, Utaha looked at his bewildered expression with empty eyes and slowly let out a breath.

"Sigh..."

Ah... eh?

Miyahito, whose brain was short-circuited by Utaha's reaction, couldn't help but freeze.

"Um..." Stuffing her boyfriend's phone casually into her pocket, Utaha gently rested her forehead against his chest, explaining softly and somewhat embarrassedly.

"It's not what you think. I was bullied by... by... by my mom."

That's still not okay! How can my woman be bullied by anyone? Even Utaha's mom isn't allowed!

Hmm? Mom? Utaha's mom?

"Yeah." Looking up with a pout, Utaha looked at her boyfriend, who seemed frozen in time, and said grievously.

"Listen to me, tonight, Mom was seriously super excessive..."