Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

Minamoto Tamako's words, under normal circumstances, would be quite moving. It was genuine emotion, enough to make a wayward person turn back—but Fushimi Roku wasn't a wayward person, he hadn't even started being wayward yet, so naturally he felt nothing.

The joys and sorrows of humanity are not shared, he only found Minamoto Tamako noisy.

Fushimi Roku lied that today Taira Sakurako wanted to eat a homemade bento instead of buying food in the school cafeteria, using this as an excuse to get closer to his friends... that's just how elementary school culture is; if you haven't shared a bento together, you're not truly good friends.

Minamoto Tamako thought Fushimi Roku planned to get up at five to make a bento for his sister, feeling touched for five seconds, because five seconds later Fushimi Roku asked her to go to the kitchen to fry tempura.

"You know, I have strict standards for my sleep schedule. At this time, I should actually be asleep; calling you is already fulfilling my duty as an older brother..."

Fushimi Roku muttered a few words, lying on the bed like a paralyzed patient: "I'll give you one stamp, is that alright?"

Minamoto Tamako, her hair messy and her pajama collar askew, couldn't help but yawn, secretly tucking the towel into the bed to cover up the heart-shaped mark, and grumbled unhappily: "At least two stamps."

"Alright, two stamps it is."

Fushimi Roku just wanted to quickly get rid of her.

Minamoto Tamako collected two stamps, shuffled back to her room in slippers to change clothes, then went to the kitchen to make bento.

When the sizzling sound of hot oil started, Fushimi Roku quickly lifted the blanket to drag Uesugi Shion up. The latter had been having a sweet nap, even reaching a crucial moment in her dream, but was forcibly pulled up by Fushimi Roku and shoved into the wardrobe.

"Not a sound!"

Fushimi Roku tried to frighten her with a fierce tone. The latter whimpered, curling up in the corner of the wardrobe, looking at him pitifully, unsure if she understood.

Fushimi Roku closed the wardrobe door with a reverse hand, and to be sure, he wedged the handle with a clothes hanger. After testing its tightness, making sure it couldn't be pushed open, he sighed slightly in relief.

If only he had some sleeping pills or anesthetics, it really was a hassle not having means to make someone unconscious in critical moments; no wonder books always say that essential items for home and travel include knockout drugs.

He sat back on the bed, found a towel on the sheets that he usually used to dry his feet before bed after a shower, generally hanging on the bed end, no idea how it suddenly ended up on the bed.

Hopefully, Minamoto Tamako hadn't used this towel to wipe her face.

Fushimi Roku lifted the towel, intending to hang it back on the bed end, but surprisingly the wardrobe suddenly moved a bit.

He turned around to see a wire hanger poking through the wardrobe door crack, twisting back and forth flexibly, quickly knocking away the clothes hanger wedging the door.

The wardrobe door slowly opened, and Uesugi Shion peeped out, trying to escape.

Fushimi Roku had to use tape to bind her hands and feet, locked her back in the wardrobe, and removed all the hangers inside.

However, within five minutes, a wooden clip peeked through the wardrobe gap again, rubbing back and forth, knocking the locking hanger off.

He finally understood why Uesugi Shion could escape.

This guy was a designer, familiar with various furniture and building structures, and had designed Japan's largest and most realistic escape room—the so-called Cat Island—escaping from a wardrobe or basement was a piece of cake for her.

Fushimi Roku increasingly suspected Uesugi Shion of pretending to be crazy, but right now he didn't have the time to investigate.

The materials in his room were limited, no tools to restrain Uesugi Shion, he should've played more bondage play with a drunk Minamoto Tamako...

"You want to come out, do you? Fine, I'll let you out." Fushimi Roku dragged Uesugi Shion out again.

He stood with hands on hips nearby, wanting to see what on earth Uesugi Shion was planning.

The latter warily looked around for a moment, confirming no danger, quickly slipped into Fushimi Roku's blanket, curling up into a ball.

"..."

Fushimi Roku worried that there were witnesses when Uesugi Shion sneaked back, or that she was caught on surveillance, dared not let her stay long, but hadn't decided how to handle it, really found it difficult at that moment.

They were in stalemate for more than two hours.

Minamoto Tamako made the bento, per usual called Taira Sakurako up, supervised her brushing teeth and washing face, and considerately reminded her to remember to take the bento. The latter didn't know why Minamoto Tamako suddenly started making bento, but she naturally wouldn't refuse such kindness, so she took it in confusion.

After she finished, getting ready for work, it was already eight in the morning.

Fushimi Roku also washed up in his room, changed clothes, pretended to go to work with Minamoto Tamako, leaving Uesugi Shion at home—that was his well-thought-out handling method.

He just needed to pretend nothing happened, even if Uesugi Shion got exposed, he could still argue she sneaked in... in fact, Uesugi Shion did sneak into his house.

On the way to work, Fushimi Roku held a parasol, asking Minamoto Tamako what she dreamed of last night.

He wanted to understand Uesugi Shion's mental state from it, without surprise, the two should've had the same dream.

Minamoto Tamako hesitated, evaded the topic, claiming she only dreamed of Fujimura-kun cheating, and very unconvincingly repeated that 'besides that, she didn't dream of anything else.'

Fushimi Roku suspected this, kept asking for details; Minamoto Tamako couldn't answer, simply fought back, questioning what this tape was really for?