I really don't want to be reborn.

A large patch of green above his head made it hard for him to breathe.

Eriri cried out in defense, "Don't misunderstand! This was purely an accident, I really didn't mean to! Besides, she was the one who stuck out her tongue first, it has nothing to do with me."

Eriri, who had just escaped from Kasumigaoka's house, was still in a daze, still immersed in the hazy afterglow of what had just happened.

She felt that today was absolutely terrible.

That woman was absolutely awful!

Having figured things out a bit, the sensitive girl's voice lowered: "That guy was too skilled, I couldn't resist... I mean, how many times have you two kissed?"

Kyosuke Kosaka was speechless.

He quietly put away his phone and returned to the living room.

She glanced discreetly at Touma Kazusa, who was eating.

What was that saying again?

Should the elder sister repay the younger sister's debts?

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I'm back, everyone!

Chengdu was hit by a torrential downpour today, and I got completely soaked.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: To Alice on April 8th

April 8th.

Saturday, noon.

In the music room of the Touma family, Kyosuke Kousaka is playing the violin with great enthusiasm.

The music was undeniably beautiful.

Unfortunately, the only listener didn't find it pleasant at all; she only felt angry: "So what if I stayed up all night? So what if I didn't wash the dishes for two days... How long are you going to harass me?"

Regarding the boy her father had entrusted to take care of, Miss Touma could no longer be as resolute as she had been at the beginning; initially, she could have picked up a weapon and forced him to leave.

She can't do it now.

This was, of course, due to the growing affection—she wouldn't think that way, but simply felt that rather than being constantly bothered by the repetitive violin playing every morning, it would be better to occasionally let him see the changes in her.

Isn't it just about cleaning and hygiene? Isn't it just about cooking?

It's not difficult at all!

Occasionally showing it to him would comfort his father's remorse and make Kyosuke Kosaka feel that his "care" was effective.

She felt like she was giving candy to a child; she couldn't give it all at once, but had to give it one piece at a time—hmm, this analogy seems quite fitting for her attitude towards her boyfriend.

Huh? Why am I having this thought?

baffling!

"Either you go to sleep now, or... I'll change to a Bagater in A minor."

"Just say 'Für Elise,' and I'll understand."

"Für Alice" has begun!

Touma Kazusa covered her ears and angrily lay on the piano.

She was about to break down, yelling, "You wrote 'Für Elise' before! What's the difference between you and this, you bastard!"

The gentle young man playing the violin glanced at her tenderly, his tone indescribably cheesy: "Touma, you're different now. I was playing with my right hand just now, but now it's my left."

"I've had enough of you! I've had enough of you!"

The chaotic piano music accompanied her venting, but it couldn't disturb the melodious elegance of the violin. The graceful Kousaka tilted her head and said, "Touma, you need to rest."

Touma refused expressionlessly: "No, I don't need it. I just want to practice the piano right now. Your interference will ruin my inspiration."

"Piano doesn't need inspiration, cooking does... I only discovered yesterday that your cooking is delicious."

Touma smiled almost imperceptibly, then his face turned cold: "I never said I would cook every meal. I can order takeout."

His tone became increasingly cheerful: "It's been a whole week... You haven't ordered takeout for a whole week, you often come over to mooch my meals, and you sometimes cook for yourself too."

"So what?"

You actually still prefer the food you cook.

Touma neither admitted nor denied it, but simply scoffed to indicate that he was too lazy to do it.

Ms. Touma Kazusa looks beautiful today; she has a natural beauty.

...This is a euphemistic way of putting it.

To put it bluntly, Touma looked quite disheveled today.

She hadn't washed her face or hair; much of her hair was sticking up, and her beautiful long, straight black hair was now a mess. Not only were her feet bare, but they were also covered in ink.

When he first came in, he thought he had gone to the wrong place.

The violin's sound gradually rose higher and higher, soaring into the distance. Each high note would hit her piano variation, a feeling akin to the discomfort of finding a fishbone in every bite of food.

Touma snapped, "Enough! I just ate lunch, how am I supposed to go to sleep?"

When you see someone losing their temper, you should get used to staying calm.

Straighten your cufflinks, sip some tea, watch a movie, and smile as you watch the person across from you uncontrollably rage—provided, of course, that you're confident you can beat them when they get angry and try to fight back.

So he wasn't scared at all.

Because Miss Touma can't beat him.

Kyosuke Kosaka calmly retorted, "That's enough! You only ate a little bit. People with irregular lifestyles have poor appetites. Now, I'll give you another choice."

He put down his violin and brought out a large drum from the music room in the Touma family's basement: "You can choose to go to sleep, or you can choose to eat a little more, or you can choose to eat my percussion. Which one do you choose?"

Touma Kazusa stared at him blankly, then suddenly deflated: "How could you be such an annoying person!"

Kyosuke Kosaka said in a nonchalant tone, "I don't understand either... how come you're a woman who doesn't care about your appearance at all?"

"Sorry, are you disillusioned? That's just who I am."

He saw through her stubborn compromise and went to the kitchen to get her some food. "But every time Eriri comes, you always make sure you're all dressed up and look handsome/beautiful beforehand."

She didn't want to talk anymore and ate her food with a frown.

"You have some strange feelings for your younger sister, Eriri Sawamura—oh, don't be so quick to deny it. Judging from the ever-increasing number of siscon doujinshi in your room, you're already a siscon."

"When did you even enter my room? How could a guy like you do something like this? Have you no shame?"

After being questioned like this, Kousaka Kyosuke remained silent for a long time before finally managing to shove the drumstick in his hand into the guy's mouth: "When we were doing the big cleaning the day before yesterday, you asked me to help you clean your room."

She lowered her head somewhat ashamed: "Is that so?"

"...Touma, you can clean the rest of the room yourself. I'm not going to keep you company."

Touma didn't mind: "I'll hire a cleaner."

"I didn't want to use this trick, sigh."

The boy held out a card, and a smile finally appeared on his calm face: "I'm so sorry, the allowance your mother sent you is with me. I've already spoken to her about it."

"...!!!"

Kyosuke Kosaka stood up and walked outside, enjoying the sight of that bewildered, dumbfounded face. He was in a great mood: "Remember to make dinner. Goodbye."

From behind came a girl's muffled, angry shout while she was eating: "You can't do that to me!"

"Of course I can."

Kyosuke went to the entryway, changed his shoes, glanced at the carpet, and frowned: "Has the carpet not been cleaned for a week? Touma! Remember to wash it, it's the weekend anyway."

Touma Kazusa listened incredulously to the sound of the door closing, her chopsticks stabbing fiercely at her rice. The once handsome man was now quite a mess, and could no longer be handsome.

"I hate Kousaka!"

"How annoying!"

"I won't wash it..."

An hour later, she clumsily picked up the vacuum cleaner, muttering with a long face, "So dirty..."

As Kosaka stepped outside, she saw a hamster run past her and called out to her, "Umaru, where are you going?"

"Waaaaah—!"

Almost scared to death by him, Doma Umaru slowly walked up to him: "Kousaka, what's up?"

Did you go on a big shopping spree?

He glanced at the large bag of snacks that Umaru was carrying, noticed the colorful paper scraps in the girl's hair, paused for a moment, and then looked away: "Do you know what day it is today?"

Umaru rolled her eyes and laughed loudly, "If I remember correctly, today is Kirino's birthday!"

"That's right! Planning to video chat with that guy tonight to celebrate?"

"Yes, yes, look, all the snacks are ready!"

She hesitated slightly: "We're celebrating with Kuroko and the others via video call now... Kousaka, do you want to come along?"

"Then forget it, you girls can have fun. It's not fun if I'm stuck in the middle..."

He turned and left, his voice almost floating: "Remember to wish me a happy birthday."

The girl said "Oh, you can talk to her on the phone tonight."

Kyosuke Kosaka waved his hand to indicate that he understood.

Doma Umaru watched the figure slowly disappear and sighed.

Chapter 40 I wish there were two Kyosuke Kousaka

"Time is relative."

He looked at the ceiling and said this to himself.

May 1st is International Workers' Day.