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Chapter 11

Hearing a tap from the glass pane of the furnished apartment unit, a certain biracial male lets out a soft hum with an eyebrow raised. As he peeked from behind the soft cushioned couch to search for the source of the sound, his aqua-hued irises diluted with orbs going wide from bewilderment.

"Risuko!" Scrambling up from his seat, the young man dropped the recipe book that was once in his grip, the item long forgotten on the newly-vaccumed floor the moment he caught sight of the raven-haired girl grinning behind the transparent glass.

Sliding the window open, Isami didn't waste a beat with grabbing his good friend's lean arms and pulling her inside. "Didn't we tell you to use the door? Nii-chan would have had a heart-attack if he saw you like that again." The brunette scolded, breathing out a sigh.

So that was how he felt when he saw her hanging on the window the other day. The thought occured in his mind, quite anxious on how things may have turned out it he didn't notice the almond-eyed girl immediately.

"A good day to you, too, Isami!" Risuko greeted, smiling idly as she pulled up the worn-out rope she had used to climb the two-storey building, not seeming to be the least bit fazed like usual. "There is no need to worry though," The young stalker added, tugging on the rope as if to prove its durability. "This baby can even handle a trac--"

With a snap, the frayed cord splits into two.

"... a tractor..." Isami stared at the black-haired stalker with a bland gaze, watching as she chucked the unusable rope outside the window. After a short moment of awkward silence in the room, Risuko then cleared her throat, turning to the taller teen with a beam. "Isami, you will be competing in Block B too, right?"

"That rope just went 'snap' earlier, Risuko." The plump brunette mumbled out whilst staring at the young, far from dignified lady with a dead-locked gaze.

"Ah, it must be nice to be in the same block as your beloved brothe--"

"Risuko."

Slumping down her shoulders with a defeated sigh, Risuko mumbled out in a dejected tone. "I'll burst through the vents next time, don't worry."

Mentally hitting his forehead with his palm, Isami could only sigh, shaking his head. Well, at the very least, she wouldn't be plummeting to her gruesome death anytime soon.

Without letting more than a minute pass, the raven-haired visitor has already dived on the soft surface of the Aldini twins' living room sofa, settling herself to lie facedown as she submerged in the comfort of the cool wind blowing from air conditioner.

It felt heavenly, especially with the account that the run-down dormitory couldn't afford air conditioning. With the extremely harsh beams of ultraviolet rays these days, the black-haired teenaged girl didn't hesitate hiking towards the second floor of the apartment, where the Aldini's were currently staying.

Isami followed shortly to occupy the seat on the single's couch, staring at the hazel-eyed girl sighing in pure bliss for a fleeting moment before picking up the recipe book lying lifeless on the floor. As the gentle flips of the pages echoed through the room, an ambiance of comforting silence dawned down the atmosphere. With a sudden thought popping in his mind, the half-Italian male raised his head, averting his attention from the dishes he was drawing ideas from for the upcoming Autumn Elections.

"Say, Risuko." The said girl hummed in response, not bothering to move an inch from her position. "Have you already thought about what you would cook for the Elections? If I remember correctly, you're in the same block as me and Nii-chan."