Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

Minamoto Tamako was a bit curious; she wanted to know what was recorded on the tape but thought it's someone else's thing, so she shouldn't touch it recklessly.

What if Uesugi Shion used to have the habit of recording oral diaries? If she eavesdropped, wouldn't she be invading someone else's privacy?

Even mentally ill people have rights!

Minamoto Tamako hesitated for a moment and put the tape back.

She tidied up Uesugi Shion's room, feeling exhausted, went back to her room to take a shower, lay on her back on the bed, spaced out for a while, and felt the bedside was empty.

Turning her head, Minamoto Tamako saw that Taira Sakurako wasn't on the bed; she sat up and noticed the cardboard box beside the bed wobbling.

"You can sleep on the bed," Minamoto Tamako patted the bed: "Fujimura-kun probably won't be back tonight..."

Just as she finished speaking, Minamoto Tamako realized that from tonight until Uesugi Shion moved out, she and Fujimura-kun would be sleeping on the same bed, living in the same room!!

Ughhhhhhhhhh!!!

Minamoto Tamako's ahoge stood up, clutching the pillow, she rolled back and forth on the bed.

Taira Sakurako poked her head out of the box; she didn't know why Minamoto Tamako suddenly went crazy halfway through her sentence, thinking this scene was worth observing and recording, so she secretly took out a small camcorder, held it beside her right eye, and calmly filmed Minamoto Tamako on the bed performing an invincible wind-fire wheel.

"Stop filming!"

Minamoto Tamako noticed her little action, hurriedly got off the bed, used her hand to block the camera: "Why are you filming me?!"

"For memory, in case you die, I won't forget your face," Taira Sakurako retorted: "Why are you rolling around on the bed?"

"I, I'm doing yoga exercises..."

Minamoto Tamako lied clumsily.

Taira Sakurako didn't expose her, since Minamoto Tamako didn't want to be recorded, she also didn't force it, quietly retreated into the box and said, "Then I won't disturb you."

"It won't bother me, come on the bed and sleep together!" Minamoto Tamako liked to cuddle Sakurako while sleeping, feeling like holding a human-shaped pillow, soft and comfortable.

"Better not, what if Fushimi Roku comes back in the middle of the night?" Taira Sakurako asked.

Minamoto Tamako initially thought to say let Fujimura-kun sleep on the sofa, but she reconsidered that Fujimura-kun stayed up late executing secret missions, coming home without a bed to sleep on, really wasn't fair.

"Alright then..."

Minamoto Tamako lay back on the bed, gradually calming her mind.

It's just sleeping together; she and Fujimura-kun have slept together before; besides, Taira Sakurako is also in the room, Fujimura-kun couldn't possibly do anything outrageous.

Yes, it's just sleep.

Minamoto Tamako turned over, recalling the last time she slept with Fujimura-kun, and felt inexplicably a bit empty inside, feeling a bit lonely sleeping alone.

If only it were winter now, cold outside, she and Fujimura-kun cuddled in the quilt, they could snuggle rightfully together... Last time she was too shy, didn't dare snuggle with Fujimura-kun, feeling a bit regretful still.

Thinking slightly, a sleepy feeling came over her, and Minamoto Tamako fell asleep drowsily.

After some time, when Minamoto Tamako and Taira Sakurako were sleeping soundly, a sudden noise came from outside the room, like something gently hitting the room wall.

Minamoto Tamako lifted the quilt, rubbed her eyes, and softly asked: "Sakurako?"

"Hm?" Taira Sakurako's voice floated from inside the box.

"Are you the one knocking on the wall?" Minamoto Tamako asked.

"No, I thought it was you." Taira Sakurako was also woken up.

Minamoto Tamako thought there were only three people at home, neither her nor Taira Sakurako, so it's probably Uesugi Shion... If Fujimura-kun came back, he wouldn't knock on the wall out of boredom but rather would directly go to shower and sleep or sprawl on the sofa drinking coke and watching TV.

Doctor Miyazaki had instructed that if patients experienced something unusual, they could contact her anytime. Although it was three in the morning, Minamoto Tamako felt it was inappropriate to disturb someone's sleep, but she indeed was helpless with Uesugi Shion, didn't dare to provoke a mentally ill person, so she took out her small phone and typed a text to Miyazaki Shizuka.

She expected Miyazaki Shizuka wouldn't reply or would reply in the morning, unexpectedly, Miyazaki Shizuka replied instantly:

"Explain in detail."

Minamoto Tamako didn't know what strange behavior Uesugi Shion was up to, naturally couldn't explain in detail. To respond accurately to Doctor Miyazaki, she had to get out of bed and bravely check the situation.

"Moshi moshi..."

Minamoto Tamako wore a watermelon helmet, holding a clothes drying stick, stealthily opened the room door.

She hand-crafted a watermelon helmet back then as a cosplay prop; later, finding its shockproof effect good and it too wasteful to throw away the watermelon rind, she kept the habit of making watermelon helmets.

Every time after eating watermelon, Tamako would produce a watermelon helmet.

At this moment, Minamoto Tamako was vigilant, afraid Uesugi Shion would suddenly attack from a corner. She stepped swiftly across the living room, as if pursued by ghosts, darted to the wall and flipped the light switch.

The living room lit up, a bit dazzling.

Minamoto Tamako squinted, looked around, finally spotting Uesugi Shion.

The latter was holding a handstand posture, hands supporting the ground, legs against the outside wall of her room, hair hanging down on the ground, and her clothes' hem had also slipped down.

Hm, slightly bigger than her.

Minamoto Tamako tentatively asked: "What... are you doing?"

Uesugi Shion said nothing, they stared at each other, her arms couldn't hold anymore, fell down with a thud, lay on the ground practicing for a while, then set herself up again, pushed against the base of the wall, feet pressed against it, did a wall handstand.