Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

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Chapter Sixty-Nine: This place is already full.

Inside the bedroom.

After the lighting source was turned off, the room became somewhat dim.

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I crawled into bed.

Sakura, with only half of her tender little face showing, curled up in the blanket like a little hamster.

Bathed in moonlight, the girl blinked her emerald green eyes, her eyebrows curving slightly with joy.

Shirou sensed that she seemed a little different than usual today.

"Sakura, you seem to be having a great day."

"Did something interesting happen?"

They were so close, their noses almost touching.

"Because... I can go to school with Shirou next week."

"It seems you're really looking forward to it."

As expected of Tokiomi Tohsaka.

That's incredibly elegant efficiency.

As Shirou was reflecting on these things, the girl's voice reached his ears again, as if she were tickling him.

"Shirou, aren't you going to hold me while we sleep today?"

On the bed bathed in only a few slivers of moonlight, Sakura's cheeks were rosy.

That soft, sweet voice reached my ears at such close range, and even the breath it exhaled brushed against my face.

"When did I ever do something so perverted?"

Although it did happen a few times before, it was just an unintentional act of wanting to hug the blanket in the morning, not something I did intentionally.

"I don't have that kind of weird fetish. Go to sleep."

"Oh……"

The girl responded with a sound that seemed to understand but not quite.

There seemed to be a hint of disappointment in her tone, but she quickly regained her composure.

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As the door lock turned, the orange glow of the living room poured into the bedroom.

My eyes, which had just become accustomed to the dim light, found it difficult to open due to the sudden brightness.

Shirou squinted and glanced toward the doorway.

The girl walked into the room, and the light shining in from behind outlined her small figure, as if a miracle had occurred.

"Sister... this place is already full."

Just as Shirou was about to speak, Sakura, who was usually silent, spoke up before him.

In the dimly lit room, Sakura's expression was not visible.

But you could sense that her tone had become more indifferent than usual.

All emotions seemed to subside, like a calm lake.

"I...I didn't want to sleep with you guys!"

Sakura's words immediately triggered Rin's tsundere side.

She threw the bedding she was holding onto the ground, squatted down, and began to make her own bed.

However, this young lady clearly lacked experience in this area, so she appeared somewhat clumsy and failed to lay the paving properly despite several adjustments.

She almost fell over.

His solitary figure evoked a strange sense of sadness.

"Let me help you."

Shirou was about to get up when he felt a small hand tugging at his pajamas.

Although the room was somewhat dim, Shirou could still see that the girl was pursing her lips, looking somewhat unwilling.

But in the end, she let go of his hand.

The girl simply gazed at Shirou silently, saying nothing.

What kind of emotion was that?

It must be very complicated, awkward, and difficult to talk about.

After being forced to separate from her sister and nearly being harmed at the Matou family's house, Sakura appeared unharmed, but her mindset had already changed.

Being abandoned by one's parents is a wound that can never heal.

In a life that should have turned bleak, a ray of light suddenly burst in.

Warm, gentle, dazzling... it makes you want to chase after it.

Even though she knew it wasn't her sister's fault, seeing yet another person drawn to that light, Sakura couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

It stirred in my heart, a kind of indescribable, subtle pain.

Even someone as gentle as her could no longer remain indifferent to everything.

However, she ultimately chose to let go.

Because that person was, after all, the older sister she loved.

"Why do you turn all the pillowcases inside out when you put down the mattress? Are you a pig?"

Shirou, annoyed, grabbed the mattress and laid it out on the floor.

"...Huh? You lecherous idiot who likes feet, you've really changed—you're actually questioning me now!?"

Rin blushed when Shirou pointed out her mistake, but she stubbornly maintained her haughty demeanor.

"That's slander. I don't like feet."

"If you don't believe me, you're welcome to test me."

Shirou said with a serious expression.

"I...I won't fall for your tricks!"

Rin blushed and took a half step back, staring at Shirou warily.

Watching the two bickering, a smile gradually appeared on Sakura's lips.

She didn't dislike this kind of atmosphere.

"Phew...that's good."

Looking at the neat and clean floor mat in front of him, Shirou felt a sense of satisfaction.

"Well... goodnight, Rin."

After saying that, Shirou returned to his bed and crawled into the covers.

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Rin lay down, feeling rather sullen.

The cushion beneath her was soft enough, the blankets covering her were warm and comfortable, and she was only staying at someone else's house for one night.

But why? Why do I feel so uncomfortable, so itchy inside...?

My thoughts are getting more and more chaotic.

As soon as you close your eyes.

Anything related to Shirou.

Scenes from the past and the present flashed by.

The thought of his younger sister sleeping with that guy every day, night after night... made Rin feel like ants were crawling all over her body.

The frustration in my heart grew stronger and was difficult to resolve.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, Rin threw off the covers and stood up.

A small figure stood by Shirou's bedside.

"Rin, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Shirou asked, puzzled.

Bathed in the soft moonlight streaming through the window, the girl pouted, her eyes brimming with shy tears, her expression one of recklessness.