I am only one world away from Yukinoshita.

Compensation?

still is……

Suddenly withdrawing her gaze, Yukinoshita quickened her movements.

Oily foods are not suitable for dinner, so Yukino quickly ruled out fried rice.

She's been hungry for a long time and it's not suitable for her to eat anything too spicy, so—

I suddenly remembered the chicken porridge I found in the refrigerator this morning, sealed in a container. It tasted unfamiliar, but it was delicious.

Before anyone could react, Yukinoshita had already added shredded ginger and shredded chicken to the porridge and started cooking.

She placed the casserole on the dining table, then walked to the coffee table and gently nudged Kiyora, saying, "Tachibana-san, Tachibana-san."

No response.

Yukinoshita paused, then used even more force, "Tachibana-san."

"Well……"

Kiyoshi, looking sleepy, raised his head, and a tuft of his normally neatly combed hair stood up.

Yukinoshita concealed a smile from her lips. "Tachibana-san, I made you some porridge. Have some first."

There was indeed an undeniable hunger in his stomach, and he could smell a very familiar aroma, which made Kiyoyori suddenly recall the events of last night.

It wasn't until I sat down at the table that I put the porridge in my mouth with a spoon.

Qinglai could only sigh.

The Yukinoshita sisters are really alike; even their cooking tastes almost identical.

"Senior, this porridge..."

"Ok?"

"It's nothing, it's delicious..."

“My older sister taught me this,” Yukinoshita said, her fingers lightly interlaced. “Although she looks like that, she is actually very good at housework.”

"That's really all-around ability."

Qinglai said vaguely.

"Um……"

“Speaking of which,” Yukinoshita suddenly said after a moment of silence, her tone becoming much lighter, “thank you, Tachibana-san.”

"Huh?"

"Thank you for taking care of me yesterday, and also..."

"besides……?"

Kiyoshiro looked at Yukinoshita with a puzzled expression.

"Thank you for the porridge this morning, it was delicious."

"The porridge in the morning...?"

"Wasn't the porridge that was put in the refrigerator this morning made by Tachibana?"

Kiyoshi opened her mouth, but a thousand words stuck in her throat. She didn't understand why Yono did that. She had always cared about Yukinoshita, but she refused to let her know at all. Even though she took good care of her sister all night, she left before dawn and even deliberately changed the way she cooked.

"what happened?"

"No, it's nothing..."

"You're welcome."

Perhaps because she had just woken up, Kiyotaka subconsciously ignored that slight sense of incongruity.

P.S.: Time for some candy! Time for some candy! Silly Qinglai didn't react at all.

I have personal experience with eye drops. I don't know if anyone has ever used a Japanese brand called f(x). If I remember the name correctly, many of my classmates were using it at the time, and they all said it felt very comfortable. I was curious and took my deskmate's eye drops and used them once. I almost went blind. It felt like a typhoon had entered my eyes, and tears were streaming out like crazy. It's probably because I never use eye drops. Anyway, I've kept my distance from eye drops ever since.

Chapter 25, Section 247: An Unexpected Encounter with Sharing a Bed

By the time everything was packed up, it was already past the time when students shouldn't go home alone, especially girls who looked like they couldn't even lift a chicken.

Although Kiyoyori's fighting skills were not low.

Seemingly not expecting such an outcome, Yukinoshita still firmly rejected Kiyori's idea of ​​returning home.

It was nearly midnight, the trains had long since stopped running, and the distance between Kiyoyori's house and Yukinoshita's apartment wasn't just a short walk. So, all that remained for the two of them was—

“Ahem, senior,” Kiyotaka broke the silence a little shyly, “I’ll just make do on the sofa for now, and go home again tomorrow morning.”

Why do I feel inexplicably guilty? I hope my senior doesn't think I was planning to stay from the start...

Kiyoyori shouldn't have been unaware of this; her original plan was to get home before the last tram, but she never expected to fall asleep here in Yukinoshita.

She was now a little afraid to look the other person in the eye.

"A sofa..."

Yukino should have agreed, but looking at the not-so-spacious sofa in the living room and the gradually cooling temperature, she suddenly felt a little reluctant.

After all, this time I really caused her trouble.

"..."

Kiyoyori heard Yukinoshita whisper something, but he couldn't make out what she said.

"senior?"

It was still a whisper, and this time, Kiyoyori noticed the slight blush on Yukinoshita's ears.

"Go to sleep in your room..."

For a moment, both of their faces turned red.

Even though the heating wasn't on in the living room, and the autumn nights were still a bit chilly, for some reason, Kiyoshi felt as if his face was on fire.

"Ah..." Kiyoyori immediately noticed the abnormality in his voice and quickly cleared his throat. "If you don't mind, senpai..."

"Is Tachibana-san thinking about something strange?"

Yukinoshita's face immediately turned cold, and she looked at Kiyoyori with the eyes of someone looking at hazardous waste.

"..." Even Kiyori sometimes found himself speechless, "What kind of image do I have in your mind, Senpai...?"

Perhaps it was these few jokes that brought the two back to their usual way of interacting, making them both breathe a sigh of relief.

Qinglai rubbed his palms on his coat. "Then I'll go to the convenience store outside to buy some clothes."

Before Yukinoshita could even agree, Kiyori rushed out of the apartment as if fleeing.

Still not having reacted, Yukinoshita remained standing in place. After a while, she belatedly covered her burning face with her hands, her ears tinged with a noticeable blush.

Meanwhile, Kiyoshi, who had practically fled in panic, stood in the cold wind for a while before she could barely bring her burning cheeks back to normal temperature. She covered her eyes with her elbow, and in the quiet night, she could hear her own heart pounding like a drum.

Back at the apartment with her clothes, she happened to see Yukino coming out of her room.

"I'll have to trouble Tachibana-san to sleep with me tonight." Yukinoshita said something extraordinary in a voice as calm as a still lake.

Kiyoshi suddenly heard the sound of a string snapping in his mind.

Yukinoshita, however, seemed to have no romantic thoughts. "Your room is quite spacious, but my room has a large desk and wardrobe, so it's not very convenient to sleep on the floor."

"The guest room hasn't been cleaned either, so I'll have to ask Tachibana-san to stay here for one night."

The unwavering integrity of the voice intensified Kiyoyori's sense of guilt.

“Of course,” the voice suddenly turned dangerous, “if Tachibana-san does anything inappropriate,”

"I think Tachibana-san should know how it will end, right?"

"……Yes."

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In the quiet night, even the rustling of clothes became unusually clear. The bed would creak whenever she moved. In order not to disturb Yukinoshita, Kiyoyori had no choice but to lie stiffly on the other side of the bed. Her heart was pounding. Kiyoyori suspected that Yukinoshita could hear her heartbeat. She could only stare at the curtains with sleepless eyes and pray that her heart would calm down soon.

"Tachibana-san." Yukinoshita's sudden call almost made Kiyori's heart stop for a second.

"exist!"

Kiyoshi closed his eyes, secretly cursing himself for his own incompetence in the face of sudden tension.

"Does Tachibana also think I should try relying on others...?"

Kiyoshi was a little unsure of what the other party meant.

"Are you referring to the committee's affairs, senior?"

Yukinoshita was silent for a moment, then said, "Hmm..."

Kiyoyori put his arm under his head. "I share the same view as Hikigaya-senpai."

"So you're not denying it?"

“If you’re only referring to this committee, then I don’t think it’s wrong to delegate the work to other committee members. On the contrary, I think it’s wrong for you to take on all the work yourself. Of course, it’s more efficient and better to have someone with higher abilities handle it, but it’s wrong for someone in a superior position to do so.”

Yukinoshita didn't respond, and Kiyori couldn't see her expression, so he could only grit his teeth and continue:

"The so-called superiors are supposed to do a good job in overall planning, supervision, and final summary. But a superior who tightly grasps all the big and small matters is unqualified. In other words, she has not done her job as a superior well. If she intends to do more detailed work from the beginning, then she should not have been elected as a vice chairperson, nor should she have accepted the entrustment from her senior, Sagami."

There was still no movement on the other side, so quiet that Kiyoshi wondered if the other person was asleep.

"So, classifying, assigning, and distributing tasks to subordinates is the job of a superior. This isn't reliance; it's just a very common superior-subordinate relationship in the workplace. So-called reliance is a relationship that can only develop after both parties have established mutual trust. I personally wouldn't call this kind of purely work-related behavior 'reliance.' Of course, if it's Yuihama-senpai, then it's different..."

"Um, and also, I... well..."

Kiyoshi's voice grew softer and softer until it became nothing more than his own mutterings to himself.

Ugh! Why did I say something like that?! Isn't this just pushing myself into a mountain of work?!

At that moment, suppressed laughter rang out from the other side of the bed, and the entire mattress vibrated slightly with her laughter. Kiyotaka also felt like laughing for no reason.

"Does Tachibana-san believe that we have established trust?"