In this crossover anime, I've been bound to two systems.

Her hands clenched, driven by anger, she swung her fist with all her might, but stopped just before it hit the door—

"As a pianist, you must always prioritize protecting your most important hands," her mother's words, which seemed to disregard her own well-being, echoed in her mind.

This caused Touma Kazusa's clenched fists to finally loosen in mid-air, slowly hanging down at her sides.

At this moment, you actually remembered your mother's words: "She abandoned you. How foolish!"

Touma Kazusa, making fun of herself, sat down at the piano again.

She understood her situation; she had been locked out of the outside by a treacherous person in this usually deserted First Music Room.

It was afternoon class time, and there was almost no one in the club building. She had only a very small chance of getting help by shouting loudly.

However, even if she knew that it might help her, Touma Kazusa would most likely not do it.

She doesn't often interact with others, has become accustomed to silence, and has even forgotten the necessary steps to take when seeking help.

So, we can only wait until the afternoon classes are over and almost all the students have left the school. After that, the school staff should come to patrol the school buildings with flashlights.

By then, they will naturally notice the unnaturalness of the doorknob outside the First Music Hall, and they will be able to leave smoothly from there.

However... there are still more than five hours until that time.

Touma Kazusa looked at the time on her phone and then scrolled through her contacts, which contained only three phone numbers.

Her mother, the nanny who takes care of her daily life, and the delivery phone number of a dessert shop she particularly likes.

Nothing else.

Forget it.

With her phone aside, Touma Kazusa lay sprawled on the piano.

Having just witnessed what happened outside the window, and having encountered such a disgusting thing, she felt utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally, and was too lazy to think about anything else.

"Jiu Mi~"

Touma Kazusa, who had just closed her eyes, slowly raised her head. By the windowsill, a black crow was staring intently at her.

Touma Kazusa doesn't dislike birds with the same hair color as her, as long as they don't yell and make that unpleasant, noisy "cawing" sound. (Transfer group: 849; 414, 96?5)

The crow in front of me is probably a newly hatched chick, and thankfully, it doesn't make that annoying cawing sound.

The tender chirping sounds very soothing, somewhat like a magpie's.

"I don't have much to offer you here. You'd better try your luck elsewhere."

Touma Kazusa, who is usually aloof and cold to people, can actually talk nicely to a bird.

"Jiu Mi~"

The little crow didn't leave; instead, it flew inside and landed on the floor.

"Hehe, how did you know I had food hidden on me? But you birds probably can't eat this."

Touma Kazusa took a small pudding out of her pocket, tore open the packaging, and gently placed it on the floor.

"Jiu Mi~"

Under Touma Kazusa's intrigued gaze, the little crow stepped forward, hooked its beak around the edge of the pudding's plastic packaging, and shook it to release the pudding inside.

Then it flew out the window with the plastic package in its mouth.

"Silly bird, that's not something you can eat."

Touma Kazusa looked at the dusty pudding on the floor, and her mood plummeted again.

She slowly sat down, leaned on the piano again, and slowly closed her eyes.

…………

Chapter Eighty, what do you think?

The first class of the afternoon has ended.

Suzumiya Chisato closed her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose, walked out of the classroom to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and washed her face.

The cool temperature of the tap water seeped into his skin, which made him feel a little more refreshed.

He walked back while wiping his wet face with a tissue.

Along the open window sill in the corridor, a jet-black wing deliberately fluttered as it descended.

Suzumiya Senri noticed it, glanced at the corridor with its considerable number of students, and then turned and walked towards the staircase at the end of the corridor.

Similar to the mentality of not flaunting wealth, he tried his best not to let anyone know that his crows were exceptionally intelligent and had supernatural abilities.

As Suzumiya Senri turned around, Dark Wings understood his meaning. It flapped its wings again and flew around the teaching building for a short distance before flying in through the window on the other side.

After Suzumiya Senri reached the stairwell, seeing that no one was around, it flew directly onto his shoulder.

Suzumiya Chisato sat on the steps and took out a small package of crushed pecans from her jacket pocket.

He tore open a small hole, poured some into his palm, and carefully crushed some of the larger walnuts to make it easier for the little guy to eat.

I bought this at a convenience store before. There were five small packs in the whole bag, and it cost 860 yen, which is not cheap considering Chisato Suzumiya's current financial situation.

But what can you do when it just loves to eat walnuts?

"Eat up, eat up, eat more so you can grow up quickly. Then I'll take you to the flower and bird market for a blind date. Whoever you like, I'll buy them for you without hesitation."

The jet-black wing landed on Suzumiya Senri's outstretched palm. It held a small pudding box in its mouth and stared at Suzumiya Senri without moving, showing no intention of eating the walnut.

Suzumiya Chisato reached out and took the small package, examining it closely.

"You want to eat this?"

"..."

The black wings flew to his head and pecked his forehead with their beaks.

"Ouch... If you didn't want to eat it, why did you bring it back? Or do you want to use it as your eating bowl?"

"...!"

The black wings began to pull at Suzumiya Chisato's hair with their claws.

"No, why are you suddenly so agitated? Let's talk this out."

Suzumiya Chisato was quite helpless, so he took the black wings off his head.

It spun around in the palm of the hand in frustration, as if complaining about its owner's stupidity, or perhaps anxious about its inability to speak.

Suzumiya Chisato examined the pudding box again, and made a guess.

"What you want to tell me is related to pudding?"

I finally understand!

The Black Wings nodded with remarkable humanity.

"Pudding...things related to pudding..."

Suzumiya Chisato fell into thought.

At the same time, the black wings also struck a pose.

It spread its wings, closed its eyes, and simply lay down in Suzumiya Senri's palm, without moving an inch.

Suzumiya Chisato was amused by its action, but with such a vivid performance and the hint from the pudding packaging, its meaning was quite obvious.

That guy who loves sweets and sleeps on his desk all day.

"...You mean, Touma Kazusa?"

"Chirp!"

The Dark Wings immediately opened its eyes and got up.

"What's up with her?"

The black wings flew back to Suzumiya Senri's head, pecked at a small tuft of his hair with its beak, and tugged it to the right.

"You want me to go downstairs on the right?"

"Chirp!"

The school bell rang at that moment, and the black wings tugged at his hair more frequently.

Suzumiya Chisato wasn't conflicted; if it weren't for an important situation, Kuro wouldn't have seemed so impatient.

He ignored the school bell and followed the guidance of the black wings downstairs, walking briskly towards the club building.

When he reached the top floor, the black wings left his head and flew straight to a classroom at the end of the corridor.

As Suzumiya Senri walked through the messy corridor and stood at the door, it snatched into his arms, took out the remaining small bag of walnuts, and flew away through the window.

Suzumiya Senri watched it fly away, then turned her gaze back to the clubroom in front of her.

Above the double doors is a large sign that reads "First Music Room".

The protruding doorknob was wrapped with colorful ribbons, tied tightly into a knot.

Suzumiya Chisato slowly pried at the ribbon with her fingernails, and it took her a while to finally untie it.

He opened the door and walked in.

The moment I stepped inside, the wind picked up instantly, and the curtains by the window were blown high into the air.

In the spacious music room, in the most prominent and central position, the girl lay on the piano, her black hair gently lifted by the wind.

Suzumiya Chisato slowly walked forward and knelt down beside her.

Observing the girl's sleeping face up close, you will find that her face has lost its usual cold arrogance, and instead has an extremely peaceful expression of being unguarded.

She's still a girl after all.

Suzumiya Chisato sighed inwardly.

At this point, the wind weakened.

Touma Kazusa's hair, which had been blown about, fell onto the tip of her nose.

She felt a tickle, and a muffled groan escaped from her closed mouth, accompanied by a slight twitching of her nose.

The next moment, her hair seemed to understand her command and obediently left her nose.