Yuuto stared at the woman from beneath the hood of his jacket.
Just a single glance was enough—he knew exactly who was standing in front of him.
"Hello, Mei," he said calmly.
"I'm doing fine."
His voice was flat, devoid of emotion, as if this encounter was nothing surprising to him.
The woman he addressed was Mei Aizawa—someone who was clearly not a stranger in his past life.
Mei looked at Yuuto for a moment. Her gaze dropped to both of Yuuto's hands, filled with things he was carrying, then slowly traveled back up to his face.
"Why are you still wearing a hood inside the house?" she asked casually.
"Isn't it hot?"
She stepped closer.
"Come here," Mei continued with a faint smile.
"Let me see your face."
Without giving him time to react, her hand reached up and grabbed Yuuto's hood, pulling it back.
"W–wait—what—" Yuuto exclaimed in surprise.
He couldn't dodge in time; both of his hands were full, leaving him unable to stop or deflect Mei's movement.
"There, that's better—" Mei said, but her words cut off the moment the hood was fully removed.
Her gaze froze.
Yuuto's face was now clearly visible—features far more mature, blond hair, green eyes, and an aura that was refined and aristocratic, like a noble who had no place in an ordinary house.
Mei fell silent for several seconds.
"Eh…" she murmured softly, her eyes carefully tracing Yuuto's face.
"Were you… always like this before?"
Her gaze slowly moved downward, examining Yuuto closely. He stood far taller than she remembered—broad shoulders, a solid build, and a presence that pressed down on her without him doing anything at all. For some reason, her memories of Yuuto felt blurry; she couldn't remember when he had changed like this.
She stepped closer instinctively.
Her hand lifted and touched Yuuto's arm, her fingers pressing lightly as if to confirm that what she was seeing was real.
"Y–you…" her voice wavered slightly.
"You're really tall now."
She lightly kneaded his arm, her eyes narrowing in admiration.
"And… hard."
Yuuto flinched in shock.
The items in his hands slipped and fell to the floor with a clatter, but he didn't pay them any attention. He slowly turned his head toward Mei.
Yuuto's gaze turned cold.
Only one expression was clear on his face—disgust.
Without hesitation, Yuuto slapped Mei's hand away from his arm.
"Don't touch me," he said curtly, his voice flat.
He brushed off the arm she had touched, as if trying to erase the trace of her contact, his eyes never leaving Mei—completely emotionless.
Even though I was already holding myself back.
Mei recoiled, startled by Yuuto's cold reaction.
"Eh? Why are you acting like this, Yuuto?" she asked, clearly shocked.
Before Yuuto could answer, a voice came from the living room.
"What's going on, Mei? I heard my sister's voice—did my brother come home?"
A man's voice sounded, casual in tone.
A young man stepped out of the living room. His short hair was messy, and he wasn't wearing any clothes at all.
He was Souma Kido, Yuuto's younger brother.
Yuuto's gaze immediately locked onto him.
The expression on Yuuto's face hardened further, his disgust deepening at what he saw.
Souma froze when his eyes met Yuuto's.
"Y–you… you're my brother, right?" Souma said hesitantly, his voice trembling.
He looked confused, clearly shocked by Yuuto's change in appearance—both unfamiliar and somehow familiar at the same time.
"Hey! Souma!"
Mei reacted immediately. She ran over to Souma and stood in front of him, reflexively covering his body.
"At least put some clothes on first," Mei said sharply.
Yuuto drew a slow breath, calming himself.
"Who do you think I am?" he replied shortly, accompanied by a smile that held no warmth at all.
He stepped closer to Souma.
"Move," Yuuto said coldly, without emotion.
Souma flinched, his brows knitting in confusion.
"H–huh…?"
Yuuto didn't respond. Without waiting for an answer, he shoved Souma aside using the arm covered by his jacket—deliberately making sure there was no direct skin contact.
The push wasn't violent, but it was firm enough to force Souma aside.
Yuuto walked past him without another glance and entered the living room.
Inside the living room, Yuuto saw two people embracing on the floor, completely naked.
They were Asahi Honda and Itsuki Kido. Yuuto stared at them, his expression filled with pure disgust.
Asahi opened her eyes and froze when she saw Yuuto standing above her.
"Y–Yuuto…" Asahi said. She tried to stand up, but her legs gave out. Semen spilled from her vagina, and she ended up sitting weakly on the floor.
Itsuki, just waking up, tried to sit up slowly. He lifted his face and looked ahead.
"What's going on, Souma—"
His words stopped mid-sentence when his eyes caught sight of Yuuto standing there.
Itsuki's face froze, his breath caught.
At the doorway of the living room, Mei and Souma stood stiffly, both confused by the situation unfolding before them. They hadn't expected Yuuto to walk in so openly.
Yuuto casually walked to the refrigerator as if nothing had happened and took out a can of cola.
Psst.
The familiar sound echoed as the can was opened.
"This is annoying," Yuuto said flatly.
He stood in front of the sofa, then placed one foot on it and pushed it backward with a single light shove.
Brrrr—
The sound of the sofa scraping echoed as the furniture slid, making the room feel slightly more spacious.
"Yuuto, what are you do—"
Itsuki's words were cut off.
"Silence," Yuuto said emotionlessly as he slowly turned his head toward him.
"I didn't give you permission to speak."
Itsuki froze. He clearly hadn't expected such a tone from Yuuto.
Yuuto then sat casually on the sofa—leaning back, one leg loosely crossed. One hand rested on the armrest, while the other lazily held the can of cola.
"Now," he said flatly, his voice demeaning,
"show me the mating show of monkeys."
He lifted the can slightly and began to take a sip of the cola.
Souma's eyebrow twitched sharply.
"Monkeys… you said?" he muttered, his restrained anger clearly visible.
He quickly stepped toward Yuuto, who was sitting calmly on the sofa.
"Souma—w-wait!" Mei shouted, trying to grab his arm.
But it was useless. Souma had already moved forward, his emotions overwhelming his reason.
Yuuto's brow furrowed slightly—not because of Souma approaching, but because of the taste of the cola.
His gaze focused on the can, as if the world around him didn't exist. He completely ignored Souma, who was now standing right in front of him.
Souma raised his hand, about to grab Yuuto's jacket collar.
"Disgusting," Yuuto muttered flatly, commenting on the cola.
Just as Souma's fingers were about to touch his collar—
WOOOSH—
Yuuto spat the cola still in his mouth straight into Souma's face without warning, as if he were expelling something revolting.
"AAAA—! My eyes!" Souma screamed as he staggered back, both hands reflexively covering his face, now drenched in cola.
"S-Souma, are you okay—" Mei tried to rush toward him.
But her words died in her throat, cut off by Yuuto's next movement.
BRUK!
With a single rough shove using the cola can in his hand, Yuuto struck Souma, sending his body flying and crashing onto his back right in front of him.
But it didn't end there.
While Souma was still lying on the floor, gasping and unable to get up, Yuuto stepped forward and planted his foot on Souma's chest. The pressure was heavy and unhesitating, pinning his body firmly to the floor.
"Souma!" Mei screamed in panic, while Asahi reflexively hid behind Itsuki.
Itsuki stood frozen, his body stiff as if unable to move, while Asahi clutched his arm with trembling hands.
"Yuuto! What are you doing?! Let Souma go!" Mei shouted desperately.
Yuuto ignored her completely.
His gaze remained fixed on Souma beneath his foot, who was still trying to wipe the cola from his eyes while coughing violently.
"Let me go, you loser—!" Souma shouted angrily.
There was no response.
Instead, Yuuto increased the pressure of his foot on Souma's chest, making it even harder for him to breathe.
"A—aaagh!!" Souma screamed in pain, his mouth forced wide open by the pressure.
At that moment, Yuuto tilted the cola can in his hand. The black, foaming liquid spilled out, pouring mercilessly straight into Souma's mouth.
"What kind of disgusting drink is this…" Yuuto muttered in disgust.
"It's already flat, idiot."
He kept tilting the can, pouring it until it was empty.
"At the very least, if you're going to behave like filthy animals," he continued coldly,
"provide proper food and drink."
"Yuuto!!" Mei screamed hysterically.
"Ugh—cough!!"
Souma choked violently, his body convulsing as he struggled to breathe, cola mixed with saliva spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Mei could no longer just stand there. She ran toward Yuuto, trying to push him away.
"Stop! Let him go!" Mei screamed as she reached out.
Yuuto noticed her movement.
He slowly turned his head—his eyes empty and cold.
Then—
Smack.
The sound of a slap echoed clearly through the room.
Mei was thrown aside, her body collapsing onto the floor. Her left cheek immediately turned red.
Asahi froze at the sight. Her eyes widened, her hands reflexively covering her mouth, unable to believe what had just happened.
Mei sat there in silence, her breathing ragged, her gaze empty.
Yuuto slowly lowered his hand.
He looked at his own palm with a flat expression, then lightly rubbed it.
"Hmmm…" he murmured quietly.
"Looks like I'll have to wash my hands after this."