Lonely Rock for the Blind.

Nekoyashiki Haru stood in front of the stone statue, her hands clasped together.

In the night sky, which resembled a canvas, the moon hid behind the dark clouds, as if reminding everyone that the time had not yet come, and did not reveal its true face for a long time.

Its light is borrowed from elsewhere.

The color of my eyes is also like that.

Nekoyashiki Haru opened her eyes, then turned and walked away into the distance.

The colorful pupils refused to miss anything around them, taking in every blade of grass, every speck of dust, and everything else.

Colors, complex colors.

No matter how many times I watch it, I'm still moved... No, this kind of cheap emotion is no longer needed.

Nekoyashiki Haru took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and quickened her pace a little after a smile appeared on her face.

Today is the fifteenth night.

When the moon is at its fullest and brightest.

Very gentle, very tactful.

The borrowed light wasn't warm enough, but it still made people sleepy.

It's not because of the temperature, but because of the memories.

Unfortunately, it is still hiding behind the clouds.

Or perhaps they're still preparing.

We need to get back quickly.

The young man silently recited it in his heart.

...

……

.........

Click.

"I am back."

Pushing open the door, Nekoyashiki Haru walked through the entrance hall and spoke to the inside.

"Oh, welcome back."

Ryo Yamada, who was on the sofa, greeted him.

"What about the rest?"

Nekoyashiki Haru was stunned.

"Is Hongxia making moon-viewing dumplings? Boqi should be in his room. I don't know about the others."

"That's what Yamada Ryo replied."

"...I already bought them all, do I really have to make them myself?"

Nekoyashiki Haru walked over and sat down next to Yamada Ryo, then placed the bag she was carrying on the coffee table.

"Want some dumplings?"

"No."

Yamada Ryo shook his head.

Nekoyashiki Haru paused for a moment, then smiled.

"I see..."

"...What do you mean by that tone?"

"I asked Yamada Ryo."

"Since we're going to eat the dumplings that Hongxia made later, it's better to have an empty stomach for now, is that right?"

"Nekoyashiki Haru replied."

"... "

Yamada Ryo was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"I'm sure Hongxia's cooking is better than what you get outside."

"I believe it too."

Nekoyashiki covered the dumpling with the cover.

"Then, I'll go to the kitchen and see if I can help..."

"Oh, why don't you go check on Pochi first?"

"Yamada Ryo said."

"Ok?"

Nekoyashiki Haru was stunned.

"What happened to Yili?"

"He's probably struggling with the lyrics."

"I see."

Nekoyashiki Haru nodded, then walked toward Goto Ichiri's room.

dong dong~

There was a gentle knock on the door.

After waiting for a while, the door was opened.

Kita Ikuyo looked at Nekoyashiki Haru, who appeared at the door, and exclaimed in surprise.

"Senior! You're back!"

"Yes, I'm back."

Nekoyashiki Haru entered the room.

Are Yuyo and Ichiri busy writing lyrics together?

"Ugh…"

Kita Ikuyo sighed.

"Yes, and I'm a little worried about Xiao Yili's appearance."

"... "

Nekoyashiki Haru was taken aback, then walked to the cabinet and opened it.

Splash!

Goto Ichiri, who was biting a pencil, shuddered and then looked at Nekoyashiki Haru.

"Qing...Qing?"

"...Don't put the pen in your mouth..."

Nekoyashiki Haru crouched down and removed the pencil from Goto Ichiri's mouth.

Are you still working on lyrics?

"Huh? Ah...yes..."

Goto Ichiri nodded, his lips pressed tightly together.

"I still can't write a few decent lyrics... I've already arranged the melody, but... but I just can't think of anything..."

Kita Ikuyo walked up behind her.

"There's nothing we can do about it; inspiration doesn't always come."

"But if we don't release a new song after the Fifteenth Night, the band will quickly become obsolete, won't it?!"

Goto Ichiri grabbed the pink-haired girl.

Insults from fans, contract termination from the company, disappointment from partners!

Closing the band would be my doing!

"...We haven't really become popular yet...so how can you say we're past our prime?"

Nekoyashiki Haru sighed and reached out to pick up Goto Ichiri like a kitten from the cupboard.

"Eh?!"

Goto Ichiri's pupils contracted, and the paper and pen in his hand fell to the ground.

"Don't worry, it's okay if there are no new songs."

“…That…that band…”

"There's no need to rush... Tonight's moon viewing is more important."

"Oh…"

Goto Ichiri responded softly, curling up even more in Nekoyashiki Haru's arms.

"...Speaking of which, Ichiri, haven't you gained a little weight?"

Nekoyashiki Haru squinted her eyes.

"The weight isn't right."

"I, I, I'll start dieting right away!"

"...No need, you're cute even if you're a little chubby."

"I can't believe it," said Nekoyashiki Haru.

Click.

Kita Ikuyo, who was standing next to them, took out her phone and took a picture of the two of them.