I really don't want to be reborn.

elder brother?

Old pigeon?

Onii-chan?

It seemed that she felt ashamed every time she called him that, and Kyosuke felt the same way every time he heard it—

Damn it!

He actually felt a little shy!

Why did he have that kind of emotion?

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and Kousaka Kyosuke sighed at Kuroneko's thoughtfulness: "I understand, if that's the case, hmm... the reason why my parents treated me like this is indeed Kirino's fault!"

"You're really good at shifting blame, you male!"

"Hey, what a delicate and sensitive black cat. The Night's Kin truly lives up to its name. Although this matter is rather sensitive—uh, what do you mean?"

He looked up and saw the black cat shrinking back, looking at him fearfully, its little face flushed, stammering, "Sensitive...you mean my...my body is sensitive...ah, you male..."

"...Could we move on to the next topic? For example, what time do you usually come over in the evening?"

"What time do you want? Too late is definitely not okay—could it be! What...what exactly are you planning to do?"

"I haven't said anything yet!"

A truly powerful person is not defined by what they conquer, but by what they can endure.

He admired the clumsy way this girl endured loneliness in silence and wanted to pat her cat's head.

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I can manage to work at midnight tonight, right?

Shouldn't you guys offer something more?

I just discovered today that there are a lot of idiots in the group who only know how to play games all day long.

Unlike me, although I don't update often, I have a lot of drafts saved up, right? I'm the one who should be rewarded the most (all thanks to the contrast with my peers).

Chapter Ten: There is no sunlight in the morning, but there is sunlight in life.

A lovely girl goes to the home of a high school boy who lives alone every evening to help with housework.

One evening, the boy deliberately dragged out the time, and finally said something like, "The last tram has left, what should we do? Should we stay here tonight?"

It then evolved into a romantic action film with folk elements and a campus setting.

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Anyway, that's how the story unfolds. This kind of plot is actually quite common among Japanese junior high school students, and it can also be frequently seen in AVs with schoolgirls as the selling point.

Kyosuke Kosaka wasn't surprised at all that Miss Black Cat had such concerns; it would be a real headache for him if she had absolutely no guard up.

Kyosuke understood perfectly what it meant when a woman was completely unguarded around a man.

After a quick dinner prepared by the black cat, he took the petite girl home. When they arrived at her house, Kyosuke Kosaka almost laughed: "The erotic scene you're fantasizing about will never happen."

The girl, shrouded in the darkness, stared at him without saying a word.

In the distance, the humming of the factory could still be heard. After listening for a while, it sounded like the drowsy moonlight on the ground. Can moonlight actually make a sound?

“Your house is less than a kilometer from mine! I was wondering why you weren’t worried about going back to take care of your sister, or about your own safety walking alone at night…”

He pointed at the black cat, his eyes seeming to look at an orange cat basking in the sun on the wall, unwilling to jump down: "You're not being fair, you've given me back half of my gratitude!"

"That's why I said I was unlucky to live so close to you. When your sister asked me for a favor, I couldn't find an excuse to refuse!"

The haughty girl glanced at him and prepared to go inside.

"Um... cough cough, black cat."

"what?"

“If you’re busy, you don’t need to come every day. My illness isn’t that serious.”

His illness was largely due to mental exhaustion; the cold was secondary.

Memory is the most potent poison.

"Is...that's how it is."

A petite girl with long, straight black hair stood at her doorstep, pouting like a little child.

It seems she really cares about Kirino as a friend, so she also cares about requests between friends. She's afraid that Kirino will distance herself from her if she doesn't do this job well.

The cats of the Night's Families are also proud.

—But Ruri Gokou was pitifully alone.

Loneliness is like burning a diary on a rainy day.

Diaries will eventually be burned—and if Yukio Mishima were to describe loneliness, he would surely compare it to a pig, growing fatter and fatter.

"A friend is not someone who always helps you out. Friends help each other when they can, and that's enough."

He paused, a faint smile appearing on his face: "If someone breaks off our friendship and becomes estranged because you didn't do a good job on a request, then they will never be a true friend."

He didn't explicitly mention Kirino, but he knew Kuroneko understood what he was talking about because she was a sensitive and kind girl.

Seemingly exposed by those words, the black cat blushed and waved her hand, "That's not true... I could have had a lot more free time if I quit my job..."

Kyosuke silently watched the girl, and smiled and nodded after she finished stammering, "I'm happy for my sister. She must have used up all her luck in her next life to have a friend like you."

"No, no, that's not it..."

Miss Black Cat gave a slightly timid smile, which he thought was a cat blowing bubbles.

…………

calm down!

Calm down!

Please calm down like a cucumber!

Let's start from when he woke up in the morning. Kousaka Kyosuke's condition was actually quite bad. Every time he woke up these past few days, he felt as if his soul was once again floating on the surface of his body.

If there is sunlight in the morning, then his soul is like a crew member on a ship rushing out of the hold, running up to the deck, waving his arms and singing to the sky.

That way, he would feel truly alive, wake up in a good mood, eat something simple, and then pick up his pen to turn his inspiration from the morning sun into words.

But if it's a gloomy, overcast day...

He would just stay in bed and not want to get up, since he was sick anyway.

It was a cloudy day, and when he opened his eyes, he was still able to carefully observe the house he had lived in for some time, even with the faint light of day.

The walls were already quite old, and the wooden planks under the bed were warped and cracked. He gradually became familiar with all the flaws, such as being careful to avoid getting the key stuck in the lock when opening the door, which part of the window glass was blurry, and how to open the kitchen door without it creaking.

These are all small details, but they are all quite meaningful. He is using this method to fill his heart and drive away the boredom and emptiness that keeps coming from his memories.

But why did I wake up so early?

"It's only a little past seven! Do you have no humanity at all?!"

A head I'd seen last night peeked into the small bedroom. The cat's bubble-blowing smile was gone; it was a blank, expressionless smile.

“If you don’t get up, I’ll become even more inhuman.”

Kyosuke obediently got up.

Because the black cat, who was making breakfast, was carrying a kitchen knife.

"That rhyming sentence isn't cute at all! Hey, weren't you supposed to be arriving at night? Why are you here so early this morning?"

The black cat slammed the rice bowl down in front of him, her tone not very pleasant: "You'll have to ask your precious little sister. She called first thing this morning to nag me, it's so annoying!"

Is it Kirino again...?

The girl left in a hurry, seemingly having come early in the morning just to make breakfast. Little did Kousaka Kyosuke know that Miss Kuroneko was acting very strangely this morning, especially when she was with him.

She felt that a silent loneliness flowed within her body, and this morning, as soon as she got close to him, that gloomy aura wanted to escape from her body. This childish feeling forced her to pull away from her unease and run away.

That's not some kind of infatuation!

That feeling was probably like a little underworld cat encountering a real demon king again, and involuntarily feeling trembled—that's probably what Miss Black Cat's inner monologue was like.

He ate breakfast, brought the lunchbox she made to school, and attended the last two classes in the morning. He felt that the teacher was not strict at all, not even as strict as his magazine editor.

Chemically speaking, Kazaoka Mari's strictness is like an acid that can dissolve many useless impurities, while Kousaka Kyosuke's habit of delaying his manuscripts is like an insoluble alkali, a stubborn old man.

"It would be perfect if we switched her with the teacher..."

"I'm not interested in what your editor is like; I'm interested in your lunchbox today."

At lunchtime, Kasumigaoka Utaha stared at his bento box: "Did you make this yourself?"

Kyosuke paused for a moment, then told a small lie: "I bought it this morning, and I'm eating it now."

Shi Yu tapped the box she had brought him with her chopsticks, as if she were striking a whetstone with a knife: "Where's mine?"

"Of course we eat at night; that's when we have the big meals."

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Black cats are so nice...

I'm asking for votes again today.

I'm begging for votes by spinning around in a spiral!

Chapter Eleven: Believe me, neither writing nor escort services are easy.

In fact, in Kyosuke Kosaka's memory, the easiest part-time job was definitely not being a librarian.

You should know that in Japan, although librarians have a much more relaxed job and can borrow many books, their salaries are so low that they cannot accept it!