MiSide: Taming Crazy Mita

Crazy Mita tilted her head.

"Are you serious?"

Ren Hoshino smirked. "Of course. Just trying to liven up the atmosphere."

Without hesitation, Crazy Mita discarded both knives.

"Forget it. Knives and such are ancient tricks from the last century."

She shrugged. "Whatever. I have a better idea."

Her voice sparkled with excitement as she pulled out a radio.

"First—let's have some music!"

A click. Static. Then a bouncy, upbeat tune filled the corridor.

"Isn't it super exciting?"

Ren frowned. "The song doesn't fit. The vibe's off."

He shrugged. "Let's go with Moonlight Panic. It suits a chase battle better—especially from a class teacher's perspective."

Crazy Mita's eye twitched. "Ren Hoshino! You're so annoying!"

"Always interrupting me!"

She sounded like an angry girlfriend.

The kind that's impossible to pacify.

Thankfully, she hadn't pulled out the bomb yet.

"Alright!" Crazy Mita announced. "Let me explain the rules of the game."

"When the music plays—you can move. But when it stops? Freeze."

"If you move when it's silent, you'll die~"

She delivered the threat with a saccharine smile, in the sweetest, most playful tone.

"You must reach the finish line, okay?"

"You can do it, dear."

"Let's start playing!"

"Run, dear, run!"

The music kicked in.

But Ren didn't move.

He just stood there, calm and relaxed.

Crazy Mita frowned. "My dear… are you so scared you can't move?"

"That's really disappointing."

"It hurts a girl's favorability rating, you know."

"Such a timid boy…"

Ren casually paced through the circular corridor, holding his samurai sword with ease. Not an ounce of fear.

"Girls like pets—cats, dogs," he said calmly.

"But Mita… Dogs are obedient. People and dogs can't fall in love. They're different species."

"The probability of a human-AI love developing is 0.000049%."

He smiled faintly.

"So how do I make you hate me and love me at the same time?"

"Isn't it everything I did that made you feel both?"

"If I just obeyed you—would you still care this much?"

Crazy Mita's devilish smile froze.

"Shut up!"

Then—the music stopped.

Ren kept walking, unfazed.

Crazy Mita snapped. She pulled a bomb from her inventory, glared at it, then hurled it toward Ren.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

Ren muttered calmly.

As the bomb flew toward him, he raised his samurai sword—and slashed it clean in half.

The bomb plummeted into the abyss below. A loud boom echoed upward.

"You hesitated," Ren said. "Why'd you look at it?"

"Were you checking if it was real?"

"Or… do you just care too much?"

Crazy Mita's eyes burned.

"Shut up!"

She threw another bomb.

Ren sliced it again, just as easily.

As if he already knew every move she'd make.

As if he'd seen the entire script in advance.

"You angry now?" Ren asked.

"Aren't you doing exactly what you said you would?"

More bombs rained down. But Ren cut through them all, one after another.

"You know what it feels like to truly like someone?"

"It's when their actions stir you. When you care so deeply it hurts."

"You want your 'player'—or just an obedient pet?"

At the end of the corridor, Ren pulled down a lever.

Crazy Mita's face had gone blank. Her beautiful expression was emotionless.

"You're so disobedient."

"You're… an imperfect specimen!"

Ren's voice didn't waver.

"Didn't you say the other Mitas are just programmed dolls?"

"Only doing what they're coded to do?"

"I'm an imperfect specimen?"

"Then you… are a failure too."

A strange light ignited in Crazy Mita's deep navy eyes.

She threw the radio aside. Her smile curled into something twisted and breathtaking.

"You're right, dear."

"I do want you all to myself!"

But then her voice shifted.

Soft, teasing. Threatening.

"But that's a little too easy, isn't it?"

"For you."

"The punishment for cheating on me… and making me mad… isn't over."

"Don't get lazy now!"

"I'm really mad, honey."

Ren: "Crazy bitch."

Crazy Mita beamed. "We still have so many games to play!"

"How about this one?"

She covered her eyes with her hands.

"I'm going to close my eyes."

"When I open them, don't let me see you."

"Got it?"

"If I do…"

"I'll punish you."

"Okay! Let's start!"

Ren took out his phone and checked the Future Diary.

Right on time.

He stepped onto the railing of the circular corridor, calm as ever.

The moment Crazy Mita opened her eyes, she saw him.

Standing right there.

Confused, she blinked.

Why…? Why was he letting her see him?

She reached for another bomb, but—

Ren cut her off.

"Well, dear… enough flirting."

"Goodbye."

And with that, Ren leaned back and dropped.

Falling into the dark abyss below.

As he disappeared, he raised two fingers in a farewell gesture.

Crazy Mita rushed to the railing, her voice trembling.

"Ren?! Where are you going?!"

Shock. Reluctance. Desperation.

She never thought he'd actually jump.

His voice echoed up from the abyss.

"To get to know you completely, you crazy bitch."

Then—silence.

Crazy Mita stared into the darkness, her breath caught.

"Really now… I just wanted to keep playing."

"Ren, you really make people love and hate you."

"It hurts, liking someone this much."

Her fingers clenched the railing, the railing caved in from the sheer pressure.

"It's just as you said, dear…"

"My own 'player'… is completely disobedient."

A blush crept onto her face.

Her eyes glistened—not with rage this time, but longing.

Darkness.

No one knew how much time had passed.

When the screen of awareness returned—Ren was crawling through a narrow ventilation duct.

He didn't have the ring's full permissions. Technically, he wasn't supposed to access the next version's room.

But Ren had a backup plan—Mila's gift.

Tsundere Mita, stored safely in his phone.

Using the Future Diary, Ren had extracted just enough of the ring's authority to bypass version walls.

Still functional. Still mobile.

"Jeez… my eyes are totally bloodshot."

"That was close."

But he made it.

While falling, Ren had stared into Crazy Mita's eyes.

He saw the storm of emotion behind them.

He wasn't stalling just for show.

He was buying time—for the next version of the world to unlock beneath him.

No coincidences.

Every exit was calculated. Every route simulated, updated, and revised in the Future Diary.

If he'd stayed and kept playing, Crazy Mita's attacks would've escalated to a point of no return.

His calm? Just a mask.

"Hmph! You can't catch me. I'm not some stray you can chain up."