As soon as Yuto entered his room, he saw his reflection in the mirror of his bedroom. Looking at his state, being one step away from turning into a ghoul that devours men (a black hole of money and positive energy), he simply decided to cover the mirror with a white blanket he had in his closet.
Afterwards, he threw himself straight onto his bed to try to sleep, wrestling with his pillow and the clothes he was still wearing. He rolled and rolled until he thought he had found a comfortable position to try to rest, which didn't last long, since he slightly turned his head and came across yet another annoyance added to today.
By turning his head, he found the blinding light of the bulb in his room still on. Yes, indeed, Yuto had forgotten to turn off the light before lying down.
At this point, Yuto seriously doubted what was happening to his mind today to make him so stupid and careless that everything about this day simply went wrong.
Maybe he had eaten something bad yesterday? Maybe he had finally discovered that he was actually stupid but no one had noticed, including himself? Or maybe the stars had simply aligned with the sole purpose of cursing Yuto? No one will ever know (or maybe someone will?).
Telling himself that if it didn't work the first time, nor the second, nor the third, it should work on the fourth, right?
So he proceeded with a flawless plan (at least in Yuto's opinion). Extending one of his arms to the nightstand beside his bed, he began opening drawers and throwing things at the light switch.
Flying out went pencils, erasers, little bags with unknown contents, a notebook, and finally some socks, which failed miserably in their mission to turn off the light.
And how did Yuto know? Because the light was still shining directly on his face, and he absolutely didn't want to move after finally finding his zen zone to fall asleep. Who could save Yuto from his misery? Find out right away.
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Bideomocha Kyuumputa was sitting under the kotatsu in his living room, pulling out a very special package that had just arrived by delivery: his new gadget.
Since Bideomocha had a quirk related to tools, specifically electronics, it was feasible for him to connect, modify, and remove some gadgets or certain components. Still, he had to be careful both for safety reasons and because of his wife, who didn't like him experimenting with gadgets.
But at last, the Taste Tester 10001 had arrived: a flavor analyzer and amplifier, designed for quirks with electronic elements and connectable. Even though he could eat by himself, experiencing food at this level would undoubtedly be memorable.
Especially considering the reviews given to this product: like touching the sky for an instant, or opening the doors to a new world they had never known before.
Although Bideomocha didn't have a conventional mouth, since his face was a screen, he had a small extendable tube for eating.
He took out the instructions and followed them as indicated. He connected his new gadget to the end of the tube that served as his mouth, synced it, and adjusted it for himself.
Once the synchronization was finished, he proceeded to heat up the food his wife had left him in a microwave on a high kitchen shelf, so it wouldn't take long to prepare.
Meanwhile, he also brought out his special companion for this special occasion: soy sauce and some leftover tofu from a couple of nights ago. He suspected his wife was planning to throw it out today, but she had forgotten with all the Yuto business. Surely it wouldn't be a problem to eat it, right?
So he took the chicken and onigiri from the microwave, put them in a bowl with the tofu, and poured a generous amount of soy sauce over everything.
The aroma of chicken, rice, and tofu mixed and formed a symphony of smells: the penetrating tang of the sweet-and-sour sauce, the salty smoothness of the soy, and the sweat of a nervous man worried about being caught testing his delight with his gadget. Perhaps some of it wasn't naturally appealing, but that wasn't the point.
He grabbed a pair of chopsticks from a kitchen drawer and began to pick up a bit of chicken and tofu, dipping them in extra sauce, and brought them closer to his mouth until…
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A dry sound was heard from somewhere. At the noise, Bideomocha looked around from the kitchen to see if something had fallen, a book, a flowerpot, something—but found nothing. Thinking maybe it was his imagination, he tried to continue with his meal just as he was about to close his mouth to eat it.
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The sound came again. Knowing it wasn't his imagination, he had no choice but to set his chopsticks aside and get up to find out what was making the noise.
He went to the living room, searching for fallen objects, maybe some device that had turned on, or perhaps his cat Momo playing with things in the living room and making a mess.
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The sound came again, but Bideomocha couldn't quite locate where it was coming from because of a slight echo in the room. He thought he'd have to talk to his wife later about rearranging the kitchen layout or maybe repainting.
He already had some ideas of what the noise could be, maybe Momo scratching at the door outside or trying to get attention, or maybe some pipe rattling. A little worried, Bideomocha began to check more carefully.
First, he went to the front door to see if Momo had been left outside, but he only saw his wife's flowerpots and his old shed off to the side of the yard, unused for years. Bideomocha thought they should probably clean it up at the beginning of next year, but this wasn't the time for that.
At least going outside confirmed that the noise was coming from inside, since nothing could be heard out there.
So he went back in to check the gas and water flow.
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It continued and continued. By this point, Bideomocha was legitimately worried and went to check the meters.
Nothing, both water and gas were flowing normally. He checked the pipes personally; they weren't shaking or showing anything strange. That only left the noise coming from one of the bedrooms: his and his wife's, his son's, the guest room, or… his daughter's .
Sighing, he went first to his own room, only to find complete silence with his desktop computer sitting on a desk in the corner. He had to admit his wife was right about soundproofing their room. Though now that he thought about it, maybe he should've left this one to check last.
Leaving his room…
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He went straight to his son's room to see what was going on. Just opening the door, it got stuck on something on the floor, so he had to use his hands and the small gap to try to push whatever was blocking it aside.
Finally managing to get in, Bideomocha saw a mess of objects scattered everywhere: clothes, old toys, school supplies, and his son in a very peculiar position, wrapped in his sheet as if it were a rope, with his pillow somehow on his back and his arm suspiciously close to the nightstand, now empty with its drawers open.
Realizing his son's antics, he sighed in relief, discovering that the house wasn't about to explode, and helped his son turn off the light.
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As for the mess on the floor, that was another issue. One thing was having a bad day; another was turning into a troublemaker. At least he hadn't dyed his hair an even darker shade of black, and most importantly, his food was still waiting for him.
He rushed back to the kitchen, and just as he was bringing the food to his lips, the sound of a door opening was heard.
Bideomocha froze.
His wife, Sakullama, had arrived.
"Honey, do you want to explain to me what that thing in your mouth is? And I hope it's not one of those internet junk gadgets I told you not to buy," Sakullama commented with a slight smile, setting her bag on a shelf by the entrance.
Bideomocha knew he was dead.
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