Lonely Rock for the Blind.

Ichi Nijika clasped her hands together apologetically.

"I have something to take care of."

"?"

Before Ijichi Seika could react, Ijichi Nijika ran out.

"...Am I all alone now?"

"Me too~"

A woman with black hair and green eyes emerged from the side.

"What are you doing here? Go fix the sound system."

"Sigh—how heartless the manager is."

...

……

.........

worn out…

Snap, snap, snap, snap.

With her cane tapping the ground, the expressionless Nekoyashiki Haru walked towards her former home, which was also her current home.

It's really tiring. In fact, he has been sleeping much longer than the average person every day for the past few years.

I only exercise a little during live performances.

When a drunkard asks me to drink, I usually won't refuse... although I often can't resist her. Ah, if she gives me alcohol directly, I won't hesitate to drink it.

I'm clearly not old enough to be considered legally old.

Regardless of anything else, all Nekoyashiki Haru wants to do now is go home, eat, take a shower, and go to sleep.

I don't want to think about anything else for the time being.

Snap, snap, snap, tap snap.

Nekoyashiki Haru suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Was there a strange sound just now?

Footsteps?

He subconsciously looked around, but then realized that it was a waste of his time.

It's been two years and it's still like this.

With a sigh in her heart, Nekoyashiki Haru continued walking towards her home.

...

……

That was close.

Ichi Nijika took a deep breath behind a telephone pole.

You could hear the footsteps just because they were slightly heavier? I couldn't even hear much of a sound myself.

Has the kitten's hearing reached this level?

"... "

Ichi Nijika took another deep breath and then continued to gently follow the boy in front of her.

That being said, why would I do something so perverted?

In my mind, I recalled the excessively thin feel of Nekoyashiki Haru a few minutes ago.

That kind of...

It's so strange. If I have doubts, I should just ask, right? So why are you stalking me?

"... "

Because the kitten certainly won't obediently tell you.

According to her inner intuition, Ichiji Nijika felt that she knew Nekoyashiki Haru better than anyone else.

We've been together since we were kids!

He's the type who hides things from others so they don't worry.

Even if you can't see it anymore...

Ichi Nijika pursed her lips.

To be honest, she still doesn't really feel like she can't see Nekoyashiki Haru.

His behavior was normal; many of the inconveniences that blind people face are like everyday jokes to him.

Just kidding, just kidding... it's just a joke again.

Ichi Nijika is a little annoyed by the word "joke".

The boy in front of them walked into the apartment building, and Ijichi Nijika went inside.

She watched the boy walk towards the elevator, while she herself walked towards the stairs.

She knew which floor the boy lived on—the third floor, not high; at that distance, my speed could exceed that of the elevator.

The girl ran towards the stairs and quickly reached the third floor.

Everything here is a bit run-down, after all, it's an apartment from a long time ago.

In my memory, I used to come here with my mother to look for kittens.

He was very quiet at first and didn't like to talk.

After that, she talked a little more and would watch cartoons with me when her sister wasn't around.

She has a gentle voice and beautiful purple eyes.

His home... let me think about it.

Ding--

The elevator doors opened, and Nekoyashiki Haru stepped out and headed towards her home, while Ijichi Nijika waited at the door.

Click.

The key was inserted into the lock, then pushed open, and Nekoyashiki Haru stepped inside.

Niji Natsumi also stepped in at the same time as Nekoyashiki Haru heard her footsteps.

He didn't detect anything unusual, probably because he wasn't on guard at the moment.

Ah... I remember now.

Although the kitten's parents rarely appear, he still keeps his home spotless.

The room is furnished with soft furniture, which looks magnificent under the sunlight streaming through the windows.

But it's nighttime now.

The moonlight shines through the window at night, so it enters the room.

The room, which was now completely empty, was thoroughly photographed.

Chapter Eight Infiltration

Click.

By the moonlight, Ichiji Nijika could see Nekoyashiki Haru casually tossing his white cane against the wall.

His hand rested on the wall as he walked towards the kitchen. Ichiji Nijika pursed her lips, took off her shoes to reveal her white socks, and carefully stepped onto the wooden floor before moving toward the kitchen.

She really didn't know how blind people cooked, and it always felt very dangerous.

But the kitten's body... it's obvious it hasn't been eating properly!

An unnamed anger flared up in her heart, and Ichiji Nijika kept quiet as she watched Nekoyashiki Haru in the kitchen.

It'll most likely be instant noodles.

As Ichi Nijika thought to herself, it was the most unhealthy and least nutritious dinner she could imagine.

There are also windows in the kitchen, through which moonlight can shine in.

Nekoyashiki Haru's hands had distinct knuckles and thick calluses on his fingertips. He took out a cup, poured himself a glass of water, and then casually picked up the other side... bread?

Ichi Nijika stared blankly at the fist-sized bread, which was usually eaten as a snack.

Is there any bread left in front of the cup?

She thought this subconsciously.

*Snap*

The bag was torn open, and Nekoyashiki Haru took a small bite of bread and then drank some water.

To him, none of them tasted like anything.

Since I went blind, the food has tasted increasingly bland, like chewing wax? That's probably how it's described.

The hospital tests came back normal, so it seems to be psychological.

Because there's absolutely no color visible, there's no smell either...

The connection is bizarre. Logically, losing my sight should have made my sense of taste more sensitive, but it's actually getting weaker and weaker.

But... it doesn't really matter.

Finish the bread and drink the last drop of water.

After washing my hands, dinner was over.

Nekoyashiki Haru left the kitchen and walked towards the living room, completely unaware of the gaze directed at him.

…What about cup noodles?