Episode 3 – Noise Complaints


My Childhood Friend, a Vtuber, Treated Me Like Trashโ€”Iโ€™m Never Producing For Her Again


I arrived in front of the Mizuta familyโ€™s house.

Iโ€™d gotten so worked up by all the commotion that Iโ€™d come here on impulse.

But is it really going too far to just barge into someoneโ€™s house while theyโ€™re live-streaming?

No, precisely because sheโ€™s live-streaming, Mizuta san shouldnโ€™t be able to just brush me off.

(As the streamer, it must be embarrassing to have her voice clearly audible to the neighbors.)

It would probably be best for both of us if I set the record straight right now.

With that in mind, I rang the doorbell.

The โ€œding-dongโ€ sound echoed for a long time.

But there was no sign of anyone answering.

โ€œUmโ€ฆ Mizuta-san? Meo Mizuta-saaan? I know youโ€™re in there!โ€

No matter how much I called, there was no answer.

Before I knew it, my tone had turned into something strange, like a debt collectorโ€™s.

Maybe sheโ€™s so engrossed in her game with her headset on that she canโ€™t hear me at all.

At this rate, it might have been faster to just shout through the window from my own room.

(She isnโ€™t staying inside because sheโ€™s scared or embarrassed, is she?)

A stranger had suddenly shown up at a house where a girl was home alone. It was only natural for her to be wary.

Should I try to get in touch with her through her parents?

No, I donโ€™t even know when theyโ€™ll be back anyway.

(Is there any way I can get her to come out?)

Iโ€™ll check to see if she really canโ€™t hear me.

I went back to my room for the time being.

I opened the window and curtains in my room and looked over at the window next door.

(โ€ฆโ€ฆThe windowโ€™s open.)

No wonder itโ€™s so noisy.

At least the curtains are closed.

She probably just forgot to close the window.

To make absolutely sure she didnโ€™t catch my real name, I chose my words carefully and raised my voice.

โ€œHey, neighbor! Can you hear me? I live next door, and I need to talk to you for a moment!โ€

But there was no response at all.

Thereโ€™s no way they couldnโ€™t hear me from here.

Noโ€”if I listened closely, there was a change.

The voices that had been echoing nonstop until just a moment ago had stopped completely without me noticing.

(โ€ฆโ€ฆDid she notice the intercom and are now holding her breath?)

To be honest, I was a little taken aback.

But considering how timid she has been at school, I could understand why.

For a split second, the thought of calling the police crossed my mind, but that was definitely a last resort.

If possible, I wanted to settle this amicably through discussion.

(Maybe Iโ€™ll drop a subtle hint in the comments.)

I returned to my desk and booted up my laptop.

Then I set about identifying the stream.

The fact that it was live, and the time when I first started hearing voices.

Using these two clues, I worked backward to narrow down the start time.

Judging by the terms I could hear, the game was definitely a famous hero shooter.

(Found it.)

It was easier to find than I expected.

Just to be sure, I rewound the seek bar to the beginning and played it back.

โ€œT-Today, well! It was my first day at the new school, but I w-was so nervous! Everyone around me was a strangerโ€ฆโ€

That voice.

And that line.

Itโ€™s definitely Mizuta.

(So sheโ€™s a VTuber, after all?)

I never would have imagined it.

A girl my age who moved in next door transferred into my classโ€”and on top of that, sheโ€™s even a VTuber.

Could such a coincidence really happen?

I never thought Iโ€™d be reminded of just how competitive this industry is right here, so close to home.

(โ€ฆโ€ฆHer avatar looks way different from the real her, doesnโ€™t it?)

In real life, Mizuta-san is the epitome of a wallflower, but her avatar has pink hair and wears some pretty risquรฉ outfits.

She looked like the epitome of an extrovert.

The only thing that matched the real person was her bust size.

Is this Mizuta-sanโ€™s ideal self?

(Five concurrent viewers?)

You couldnโ€™t call it a large-scale stream, even by the most generous standards.

Itโ€™s better than zero, but itโ€™s still at the very bottom.

Surprisingly, sheโ€™d actually been active for quite a while.

Looking at when the channel was created, it had already been over a year.

Scrolling through the archives, far from slacking off, sheโ€™d been streaming almost every day.

(I can pretty much guess why her viewership isnโ€™t growing, thoughโ€ฆ)

Itโ€™s not something I need to worry about.

Anyway, whatโ€™s important right now is getting Mizuta-san to turn down her voice volume.

I reached for the keyboard and typed a comment.

โ€œExcuse me for barging in. Iโ€™m your neighbor. Your windowโ€™s open, and I can hear everything youโ€™re saying.โ€

Perhaps my comment caught her eye, because the avatar on the screen shifted its gaze.

The next moment, she on the screen suddenly widened her eyes in surprise.

I heard a clatter from her chair, and sensed her scrambling to her feet.

Without a momentโ€™s delay, the window next door slammed shut with a loud clang!

โ€œU-umโ€ฆ A-are you really my neighbor? Youโ€™re not a, a stalker, are youโ€ฆ?โ€

Mizuta sanโ€™s trembling voice reached me through the microphone.

Come on, a stalker?

โ€ฆBut come to think of it, I guess itโ€™s no wonder sheโ€™d misunderstandโ€”I was acting that way.

I guess the noise had gotten to me a bit.

โ€œIโ€™m actually in your class, too.โ€

โ€œH-huhโ€ฆ? N-no wayโ€ฆโ€

โ€œAnyway, my initials are K.T.โ€

โ€œS-sorry, but I donโ€™t remember you at allโ€ฆโ€

Wait, didnโ€™t the whole class take turns giving brief self-introductions today?

โ€œDo you remember the good-looking guy sitting behind me by the window?โ€

โ€œOh, I remember that guy.โ€

Just as I thought.

I knew it, but it still stings a little.

Itโ€™s not like I actually wanted Mizuta-san to remember me or anything.

โ€œI was the one sitting in front of that handsome guy.โ€

โ€œS-so you really are my classmate, and my seatmateโ€ฆ?โ€

โ€œYes. I rang your doorbell a little while ago, but you didnโ€™t come out, so I had no choice but to leave a message.โ€

โ€œOh, s-sorryโ€ฆ Iโ€™m just a little scared of real peopleโ€ฆโ€

โ€œWell, I supposeโ€ฆ Iโ€™m sorry too. Anyway, it would help if you could keep your voice a little quieter. Bye.โ€

After sending the message, I snapped my laptop shut.

I probably wonโ€™t have anything more to do with him.

Thinking that, I turned my attention back to my study guide.

ใ€€โ—‡

โ€•โ€•That assumption was quickly proven wrong.

The following afternoon.

I headed home from school as usual and was just about to start studying in my room whenโ€”

Ding-dong.

Suddenly, my doorbell rang.

I wasnโ€™t expecting any deliveries. Who on earth could it be?

Tilting my head in confusion, I peered at the intercom screen.

โ€œU-umโ€ฆ I-itโ€™s Mizutaโ€ฆ My mom told me to come over and apologize properly for what happened yesterdayโ€ฆโ€

Thatโ€™s way too honest.


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