I am only one world away from Yukinoshita.

Kiyori bent her arm, making a loose fist with her left hand and placing it on her lower abdomen, while Yukinoshita naturally took her arm:

"Yes, it's really troublesome to go back and prepare clothes after being turned away by the shopkeeper. Yuihama-san, would you like to come to my house to change clothes first?"

"Huh? Can we go to Yuki's house? I want to go, I want to go!" Yuihama excitedly raised her hand, but then she suddenly realized, "But won't visiting at this time disturb Yuki's family?"

"Don't worry, I live alone."

"So you're a strong woman!"

Yuihama covered her mouth in surprise.

Kiyoshi could understand, since if she had to live with someone like Haruno every day, she might have to move to a mental hospital in six months. But she was also surprised that Yukino lived alone outside, since her parents would actually agree to let their daughter move out in such a family.

"Let's go then, my home is over there."

Looking up at the sky behind her, she saw the particularly expensive high-rise buildings in the area, a popular filming location for tokusatsu movies.

How strange. Kiyotaka twitched her lips. She had only come to Chiba this year, but it was as if she had lived here since she was a child. She actually had a lot of information about this place in her mind, while her memories of Uji were slowly fading.

"Then I'll go first—"

Kiyori was about to find a place to have dinner when Yukinoshita stopped him:

"where are you going?"

"Of course I'm going to have dinner. Isn't Senior going home? I'll take my leave now."

“You’ll come with us too,” Yukino said casually.

Just as Kiyoyori was secretly pleased to receive Yukino's invitation.

“You can help make dinner while we’re picking out clothes,” Yukinoshita Asahiyoshi said with a stunning smile. “We haven’t had a chance to eat yet.”

Chiang Lai: "..."

"Hehe, thank you for your help, Xiao Qinglai."

Yuihama clasped her hands together and smiled apologetically at Kiyoyori.

Kiyoyori sighed helplessly, mimicking Ayuzawa's expression:

"I understand, ladies."

"I'm sorry, Totsuka-kun, I've made you come all this way for nothing," Yukino said softly to Totsuka.

"It's okay, it's okay," Totsuka quickly waved his hand, "I'm also happy to see everyone wearing casual clothes!"

Totsuka remained as understanding as ever, her radiant smile no less captivating than that of the girls present.

"Then let's get in touch again."

Yukinoshita led Kiyori and Yuihama towards their home.

"By the way, why does Kiyora's family have suits?" Yui asked, finally voicing a question she hadn't been able to bring herself to ask since they first met.

"Because there are occasions that require formal attire, not just suits, but also many formal dresses."

"But you wouldn't wear such a casual suit to a formal occasion."

Yukinoshita showed no mercy and undermined everyone.

Kiyoyori was uncharacteristically speechless for a moment:

"Actually, I just thought it looked really good and bought it on a whim..."

P.S.: It seems like there's no commenting during maintenance. It's so lonely and depressing; I don't even want to open the backend or Word document. I need 90 points to pass the driving test... I feel like I'm doomed.

Chapter 33, Section 91: He's definitely a tool in this game.

"Sorry to bother you."

Although this wasn't Kiyori's first time entering Yukinoshita's apartment, it was the first time he had entered the apartment in his own body, and everything seemed quite different from what Yukinoshita saw from her perspective.

The dining table is visible as soon as you enter, next to the open kitchen, which faces the living room. Because the view is blocked by the corner of the wall, Qinglai can only see half a lonely green plant in the living room. The tender green leaves hang on the branches, looking slightly wilted. Qinglai knows that there is also a huge LCD TV in the corner of the living room, next to which are the self-cultivation of cat lovers, which makes Qinglai sigh with admiration.

“Then I’ll take Yuihama to pick out clothes first. I’ll leave dinner to you,” Yukinoshita said, taking out two pairs of guest slippers. “The ingredients are all in the refrigerator, so please feel free to use them.”

"Aren't there any requirements?"

Qinglai draped his coat over the sofa, unbuttoned the cuffs, and rolled up his shirt to his elbows.

"What would you like to eat, Yuigahama-senpai?"

Yui glanced at the time worriedly. "Is there enough time? Should we eat faster?"

Kiyoshiro opened the refrigerator and looked at the ingredients inside, then turned his gaze to Yukinoshita. "How about omelet rice? It's quick to make, is it okay, Yukinoshita-senpai?"

"I'm fine."

Yukinoshita led Yuihama into her room, then closed the door as if guarding against something. Kiyori, left in the living room, stood there for a while before starting to prepare dinner.

Time had slowly passed nine o'clock. Kiyotaka quickly processed the ingredients in his hands, first washing them, then chopping them into cubes. Yukinoshita's house had a very rich variety of ingredients, from various meats to all kinds of vegetables, which made Kiyotaka momentarily unable to choose.

The door was suddenly opened, and Yuihama first peeked out from the side of the door, but Kiyoyori, who was busy, did not notice her.

"Little Qinglai!"

Hearing the call, Kiyoshi turned around and saw Yuihama walking out of the room, looking slightly shy. She had let her hair down, which she usually tied up. The black dress and pink hair created a striking color contrast. The dress had a low neckline, and Yuihama awkwardly covered her chest with her hand, occasionally tugging at her dress. Her makeup hadn't changed much, except for a silver necklace around her neck.

"Hey, does this look good?"

Kiyoshi looked her over carefully. "It suits you quite well, but Yuihama-senpai, you shouldn't hunch over like that. It won't look good."

Upon hearing Kiyoshi's words, Yuihama straightened up, but quickly shrank back. She glanced timidly at Yukinoshita beside her, seemingly hesitating whether to say anything, while giving Kiyoshi a meaningful look.

Completely bewildered, Kiyoyori couldn't understand what the other person meant, but with Yuihama's anxious prompting, Kiyoyori felt he had grasped the key point—

It's probably because my chest feels a bit tight.

"Uh..." Kiyoyori had no choice but to stop what she was doing. "I remember Hikigaya-senpai was wearing a dark suit today, right? If Yuigahama-senpai is going to be walking arm in arm with Hikigaya-senpai, it would be best if she changed into a different colored dress, wouldn't it? Two black outfits... it's a bit like going to—"

Kiyoyori didn't finish his sentence, and Yukinoshita nodded thoughtfully, "Then, Yuihama-san, you can choose a dress with a brighter color."

Yuihama glanced gratefully at Kiyori, and while Yukinoshita turned around and went into the room, she made a cute gesture to Kiyori.

In the following days, Kiyoshi not only had to complete the important task of preparing dinner, but also had to act as a judge for the two seniors in choosing clothes. He was not allowed to be perfunctory, and his opinions could not be too sharp.

This troublesome situation, resembling accompanying a girlfriend to buy clothes, left Kiyoshi unsure where to even begin complaining.

Even after the omelet rice was served, the two were still choosing what to eat.

If we wait any longer, the yolk inside will solidify...

Sitting at the table, holding an iron spoon, Kiyoyori was almost unable to resist taking a bite, drawn by the aroma. However, this was a very impolite act, as if he were telling his two seniors, "I can't wait any longer because you're so slow."

But sitting and waiting wasn't an option, so Kiyoyori walked to the door of Yukinoshita's room and knocked.

"Yukinoshita-senpai, Yuigahama-senpai, the omelet rice won't taste good if we wait any longer, why don't we eat first?"

"Um, just a moment..." Yuihama's muffled voice reached Kiyoyori's ears through the door, "Ugh... Waaah—!"

"Wait—Yuigahama-san! Ugh!"

From the other side of the door came two panicked shouts and a muffled thud as something fell to the ground. Qinglai didn't have time to think carefully and flung open the door.

"Senior, it's alright!"

Before Qinglai could finish speaking, his eyes widened.

The dress, whether half-on or half-off, hung loosely on Yuihama's elbow, revealing her voluptuous upper body. Even more provocative was the pained expression on Yuihama's face as she was pinned beneath her. Her hair, tangled with the zipper, hinted at her predicament.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you."

Kiyoshi wisely stepped back and closed the door.

Although she really wanted to keep watching, Kiyotsugu's sixth sense told her that if she didn't retreat soon, she might not see the sun rise tomorrow.

What's going on? This seems to be an essential scene where the protagonist opens a door?

Even through the door, Kiyoyori could feel the awkwardness that was almost overflowing throughout the entire apartment, but...

Qinglai covered his chest with his hand and lowered his head with a complicated expression.

After a while.

"Tachibana-san, you're still outside, aren't you?"

A calm voice, as always, came from inside the door.

"Could you please come in for a moment?"

Kiyotomi hesitated before opening the door a crack. This time, she didn't rush in abruptly. "Can I come in now?"

"Please come in."

Upon hearing the master's permission, Kiyosai pushed open the door. Yuihama had already put on her coat, while Yukinoshita remained in the same position, sitting stiffly on the wooden floor.

"Could you please help me get my hair out of the zipper, Tachibana-san? Yui-hama-san is a bit clumsy."

"I'm sorry, Xiaoxue..."

"It's alright, Yuihama-san, please go and have your meal first."

Yuihama glanced at Kiyoyori.

“Yuihama-senpai, please go eat first. Since Yukinoshita-senpai has already said so, I’ll leave this to me,” Kiyoyori stepped forward, knelt on one knee behind Yukinoshita, and brushed the rest of her hair aside with his hand. “By the way, Yuuihama-senpai, remember to use a knife to cut the egg on the fried rice. It should still have that effect now.”

Watching Yuihama walk out the door, Kiyoyori began to struggle with the strands of hair stuck in his zipper.

If this were herself, she would not hesitate to tear off the strands of hair that were caught, but this was Yukinoshita-senpai, and Kiyoyori unconsciously softened her movements.

"pain……"

Yukinoshita, who flinched at Kiyoyori's forceful movement, turned around, about to mock his rough, ape-like movements, but suddenly stopped.

So close...

They were almost nose to nose, and she could even see a shrunken version of herself reflected in the other person's eyes.

P.S.: The protagonist opens the door like a character. I finally got my computer back today, and this one is so much more comfortable. I'll never again experience the embarrassing situation of frantically poking at the computer screen like an idiot with no response.