Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

I've lost count of how many times I've reached for the doorknob.

It's as practiced as a bodily instinct; you unlock it.

Just as Shirou was about to enter the bedroom, he suddenly noticed something standing behind the door.

"Ok?"

The lights were already off at this time, so Shirou could only rely on the faint moonlight coming through the window to barely judge his surroundings.

Just as Shirou was wondering about this strange situation.

A girl's fair face suddenly emerged from the darkness in front of him.

“Hiss…”

It was like a scene from a horror movie.

Shirou felt a chill run down his spine, and his scalp tingled.

My heart almost skipped a beat.

Then, after careful observation, he realized that the person standing behind the door was actually Sakura.

"Ah...you scared the living daylights out of me..."

Shirou let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, somewhat helplessly, he looked at the girl in front of him, whose body was so small that she barely reached his neck.

"Sakura, aren't you going to sleep?"

"I can't sleep alone..."

The girl lowered her head somewhat shyly.

Her black bangs cast shadows, making her expression appear even more downcast and uneasy.

She was actually a little scared.

After all, they were just rescued from the hellish Matou residence yesterday.

The shadow from that place had not yet completely faded from her heart.

"I see..."

Shirou reached out and took the girl's soft little hand in his.

It feels cool to the touch.

So he gripped it even tighter.

Then, he led the girl to his bedside.

Although Mrs. Chiki had offered to sleep with Sakura, Sakura refused.

Only with Shirou could she feel that reassuring aura.

"Your hands are very cold."

Soft, delicate, and cool—those were her little hands.

Shirou gently kneaded the soft little hand in his palm, trying to transfer some warmth to it.

They pulled back the covers and crawled into bed together.

€€€€€€€……

The sound of clothes rubbing together echoed in the small bedroom.

That was the sound of a girl's pajamas touching the bedding.

It still feels a little strange to hear.

After all, Shirou had basically been sleeping alone before this.

It's hard to get used to having a girl lying next to you all of a sudden.

However, these things can be left to time.

Goodnight, Sakura.

Goodnight, Shirou.

In the darkness, the two lay side by side.

Although there were no words, the breathing sounds coming from beside me gradually became steady.

I hope you have a good dream tonight.

……

"Brother, Shirou-nii-san. Wake up..."

The girl's soft, sweet voice rang in my ears.

Shirou felt a pair of small hands gently pushing him.

"Um……"

Shirou mumbled something in his sleep, and as if by habit, tried to hug the blanket.

But what was pulled in front of him by the hand was a soft, fragrant body.

The air was filled with a faint, pleasant scent of milky shower gel.

The scent is so pleasant, it made my sleep even more comfortable.

"Brother Shirou..."

Amidst the girl's intermittent calls, Shirou slowly opened his eyes.

The familiar gray-white ceiling, the familiar tables and chairs, the familiar... well, the girl next to me I'm somewhat familiar with.

However, at this moment, the girl was being held in Shirou's arms like a body pillow.

Her cute and serene face was flushed with a shy blush.

Her pale blue eyes also shimmered with a shy, watery light.

"……Feel sorry."

I must say, this pillow feels amazing; it's soft, comfortable, and has a lovely fragrance.

"Let's go eat," Shirou said.

"Um……"

The girl blushed and nodded obediently, following Shirou out of the bed.

In terms of the necessary morning washing routine, Shirou's steps are clearly much simpler than Sakura's.

So, when Shirou came out of the bathroom, Sakura was still fixing her hair.

"Let me help you."

“€€? Um... thank you, brother.”

Sakura paused for a moment, then nodded slightly, without refusing.

Shirou came up behind her, took the comb from her hand, and began to comb her beautiful black hair.

To date, he has never tried to comb someone else's hair.

Although I'm not entirely sure how to do it, I'll just do it like a beautician, gently caressing with a soft breeze.

It's like grooming a kitten's fur.

"It's a little itchy."

Sakura lowered her head slightly, a little shy.

Why do I feel this way...?

Her mother and sister used to comb her hair.

But none of them felt strange like they do now.

When my fingers touched it, my body felt a slight tingling sensation, like I was getting an electric shock.

Sakura's hair is probably shorter than her older sister Rin Tohsaka's.

Rin, who usually wears her hair in pigtails, probably has hair that reaches her lower back after she takes off her headband.

Sakura's hair, on the other hand, just reached her shoulders.

Even so, it still takes some time to maintain it every day.

"Long hair is really inconvenient."

As Shirou sighed, he picked up a red ribbon and tied it around Sakura's left side of her hair.

"Hmm... how was it tied up again..."

Asking him to pick up a sword and kill someone would probably be simpler than this.

"Brother, let me do this."

Sakura's sweet voice came over.