Ryo turned around and headed inside.
Come to think of it, Ishikawa Hayato was pretty surprised. This girl had actually greeted him at the door instead of just telling him the location and making him come up on his own.
After changing into slippers and following behind Ryo, Ishikawa Hayato noticed that the villa was still so quiet today that no other voices could be heard.
He asked casually.
"Is there no one else at home today either?"
The speaker might have meant nothing by it, but the listener took it to heart.
Ryo paused in front of him and turned around.
"Yeah, both my parents are at work."
As she spoke, her golden eyes examined Ishikawa Hayato, and then she added.
"You walk in front."
Faced with her wariness, Ishikawa Hayato was not discouraged in the slightest. Instead, he strode past her with earthshaking confidence.
"I get it. You want to see a pervert's dazzling radiance."
Then he asked a little more seriously.
"To Ryo's room?"
Ryo lowered her head and thought for a moment.
"Yeah."
Once they entered the room, Ishikawa Hayato, who had long wanted to snatch Ryo's incredibly comfortable-looking office chair for himself, noticed quite a few sheets of paper in the trash can. From the edges of the crumpled papers, he could tell they were music scores.
Ryo's desk itself was spotless, but corners of sheet music were crammed around the edges of the drawers.
Ishikawa Hayato understood, but he still chose to—
Steal the chair.
He quickly sat down in it, pushed off with his foot, and spun the chair around to face the door.
Leaning back against it, he spoke with the exaggerated flair of a stage actor.
"Speak, oh diligent lone wanderer. Tell your wish to the god known as Pervert."
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