I really don't want to be reborn.

It can only barely cover part of it, to prevent the cold wind from blowing in all at once.

If unrequited love is the pleasure of imagination, then unrequited love that yields no results can only be the malice hidden deep within that pleasure.

In the stark contrast between before and after, Kyosuke Kosaka did not find relief or comfort; instead, he became even more distressed.

The discomfort turned into a deep sense of frustration.

"Oh! I love you! Every drop of blood in my body has turned into my love!"

Pedestrians avoided the lunatic who was singing loudly in the street.

His expression remained indifferent, and he seemed like a pufferfish swimming against the current through the crowd. He recalled some of the words that Ogiso Setsuna had said earlier, her voice carrying her personal style, very, very gentle.

It was also extremely harsh.

The sound of footsteps pattering in my ears was chaotic and disorderly, but it couldn't drown out the gentle, reproachful voice of Setsuna in my mind.

What was she trying to say?

What was that guy trying to say?

At that moment, he suddenly realized that the Ogiso Setsuna in his mind had become incredibly distant, and Setsuna, whom he had only seen for less than half an hour, had suddenly replaced his previous impression.

Kyosuke Kosaka had become accustomed to this phenomenon of repeated cognitive errors.

In each cycle of reincarnation, the image of each person in his mind is not fixed. A person's perception of others is always like the blind men and the elephant; he can only ever touch a part of it and can never see the whole picture, even if he reincarnates many times.

This is normal; the only person a person can truly know is themselves.

Don't even try to find any real items...

I took out my phone and called my sister. She answered the phone shortly after, and I could hear her shallow, indistinct breathing on the other end.

"Kirino, there's something I want to say—"

"Hey, Kirino's taking a bath right now. May I ask who you are—"

A young girl's crisp voice came from the other end of the phone; it was a lively and energetic sound, but the tone was far too young.

"I'm Kirino's older brother. What's your name?"

"Oh my, it's my older brother! I'm Lia! Lia Hagrid. Hey, are you in Japan, older brother? What's Japan like? Kirino said it's really fun there."

Kyosuke listened to this kid, who seemed to be an elementary school student, rambling on and on, and almost laughed: "Are you Kirino's friend?"

"She's my roommate, and also my best friend!"

She sounds like a cheerful and lively person, and she's also a young girl. Her little sister, who's a lolicon, must care a lot about this friend. Kirino made a friend in America.

Ah, that guy never lacks friends, no matter where he goes.

He thought she would be lonely—it seems that was just his wishful thinking. Perhaps the truth is that she is doing well after leaving him. Kousaka Kyosuke is not as important to Kousaka Kirino as he imagined.

Realizing this, Kyosuke sighed softly: "It's nice to meet you. I'm happy for my sister—I'm fine, but could you please tell her to pay attention to her diet and daily routine, and write it down in a notebook?"

The call is over. Put your phone away.

The cat is diving, the dog is rock climbing.

Snow falls in summer, typhoons hit in winter.

Ultimately, it was just an absurd fantasy in my mind: pigs spinning webs on the wall.

A cool sensation touched his eyelashes. Kyosuke looked up in surprise and realized that the snow seemed to be getting heavier. The crowd around him was also speeding up, and loud music was coming from a nearby shop.

This music can get people excited and evoke memories of reckless love—and a sign of a man's immaturity is that he is still willing to risk everything for something, including love.

It's actually quite easy to act recklessly.

Perhaps on the night my sister left, a little impulse, a bit of courage, or even just a reluctant hug would have been enough to make me act recklessly.

But this often doesn't change anything.

It can only satisfy the passion of one or two people at most, but after the passion fades, there is often emptiness and loss. Finally, an angry bull stormed into the china shop.

The road to the station seemed a bit long tonight. Kyosuke walked along the roadside, staring blankly under the streetlights, not thinking about anything, as if the cold wind had chopped off his head.

What does it feel like to have your head chopped off?

Was it the head that fell off, or the body?

Light and snow piled up on his head, and the heavy weight pressed into his body little by little with the cold air.

There were many people waiting for the train and passing by in front of the station, making it very lively, but for him it was an unbelievable tranquility, a tranquility that made his blood freeze.

A soft sigh escapes amidst the noise.

The sighs, which only he could hear, sounded so jarring.

The train he was waiting for finally arrived, and in the cold wind, he reached out and touched the food in his handbag; it had already cooled down.

But it's okay, just heat it up at home.

So there's no need to worry about either cold food or a cold baby.

There is no need to worry about summer's late arrival in winter, nor to worry about winter's coming in summer.

The people around him were constantly wandering around, always trying to find a place that was out of reach, but he didn't envy them.

Kyosuke Kosaka stepped onto the train.

Chapter Twelve is divided into three parts, from top to bottom, Onii-chan...

February 13th.

The eve of Valentine's Day.

"Aren't you going?"

Kyosuke Kosaka stared at his phone in surprise, then checked the call screen to make sure he hadn't dialed the wrong number: "You said you're going to stay home tomorrow?"

"Oh, yes."

The girlfriend's lazy voice came from the other end of the phone; it was almost time for her to go to sleep. They had been chatting for more than two hours before she finally remembered her business before hanging up.

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. My girlfriend had promised to go to Disneyland with me, but she changed her mind at the last minute and said she would stay home with her sister to make chocolates on Valentine's Day.

Yes, making chocolates for your lover on Valentine's Day is a Japanese custom. It sounds romantic and tastes sweet—but how can making chocolates at home by yourself be as romantic and sweet as having two people together?

Kyosuke Kosaka mercilessly rebuked her for putting the cart before the horse and calling her an idiot.

Kasumigaoka Utaha sighed, "I need to spend some time with my sister, I feel like we're already overloading ourselves with all this time together—"

Are you tired of me?

Faced with her boyfriend's aggrieved questioning, Kasumigaoka felt a headache coming on: "That's not what I meant—never mind, let Shino talk to you."

He quickly changed his tone to bribe his sister-in-law: "Can I have your sister tomorrow?"

The voice from the other end was firm and decisive, as crisp as a rabbit gnawing on a carrot: "No!"

Kosaka sneered: "Say that again?"

Shi Nai's tone turned slightly somber: "Are you threatening me?"

Knowing that this approach wouldn't work on his sister-in-law, he immediately switched to a fawning tone, promising that if she would do him a favor, he would grant her any request within his power.

Shi Nai pondered, "As for the conditions, my requirements are..."

"Ok?"

"I will grant you three requests without any conditions."

"..."

He sighed, as if he had walked into a moldy warehouse: "This trick is outdated, let's try something different."

"Then you must always listen to your sister."

With his sister-in-law making such a request, he could faintly hear his girlfriend's muffled laughter. He sighed helplessly, "Children shouldn't meddle in adult matters. Alright, alright, be serious."

Sinon snorted and delivered her final verdict: "Then you have to eat all the chocolates we made when you come back tomorrow."

"This is quite simple..."

His girlfriend, concerned for his life, smiled and urged him to refuse: "Don't do that, boyfriend. Your stomach will die if you eat it all."

He could tell that his little poet really had no interest in going to Disneyland, so he could only sigh and say, "Okay."

"It sounds so unfair."

How dare you say that?

Kasumigaoka Utaha snatched the phone from her sister, her voice suddenly becoming soft and sweet, and you could imagine her smiling sweetly with her eyes narrowed.

"You're so pitiful. How about I comfort you this weekend?"

Kyosuke Kosaka knew perfectly well what kind of comfort she was referring to. After a wry smile, he hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Should we take precautions?"

"Yes, I do, but I don't want children yet."

This is a point where we can already talk about having children.

What was it in the very beginning?

It was as if they were meeting for the first time because of writing a novel. He stammered to the aloof girl he had previously ignored, "Um, Kasumigaoka-san, what's your name?"

Yes, that's where this emotion originated.

It all started with your name, and then everything else came into being.

After the call ended, he stared blankly at the computer screen, an idea popping into his mind uncontrollably, sprouting and wafting, making him itch with desire.

"I have a bold idea: if I have offspring, will the so-called cycle of reincarnation end?"

He had never tried this idea before, or rather, he had never even considered it.

It probably won't work...

After calming down, Kyosuke Kosaka started to worry about how to get through tomorrow.

Are you suggesting he lead a group of complete strangers through Disneyland, awkwardly chatting with them? That would be so boring.

"I should find someone to go with me..." he thought to himself, and casually dialed Akagi Kohei's number.

"Wait! Why would I invite a gay guy who's obsessed with his sister?"