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Kato Megumi took a few breaths to calm herself down, stood up, and said in a calm voice, "Kazehaya, don't do anything rash."

"As Megumi commands." Nomiyama sat cross-legged on the bed, looking very serious.

Kato Megumi ignored him, put on her slippers, and walked normally as she opened the door.

They looked at each other, then fell silent. Kato Megumi turned away and walked out.

Nomiyama watched as his senior walked in and then kicked the door shut.

“Kazehaya, Megumi’s face is all red.” Sakurajima Mai smiled.

Sensing the malice, Nomiyama replied earnestly, "It's summer."

Sakurajima Mai glanced at the air conditioner on the wall: "Oh?"

Nomiyama was still preparing to make excuses.

Mai Sakurajima took off her shoes and stood on his bed.

Nomiyama looked up at her, then at her unusually bare, white feet, and muttered, "Let's talk this out."

Mai Sakurajima didn't step on him because she had something else she wanted to do.

Sakurajima Mai leaned in close to him, forehead to forehead, as she sat in his lap.

"Tell me now, do you want to kiss me?"

Looking at those rosy, full lips, Nomiyama's breathing became slightly heavier, and he chose to respond with action.

One side is clueless and doesn't know what to do, while the other side is invincible in conquering cities and territories.

Soon after, the girl, who had just experienced her first kiss, pushed his head away, got up, and stepped on his calf, which was already lying down.

"How many girls have you kissed?! How many times?! How come you're so skilled at it?!"

"Well, you know my situation..." Nomiyama explained softly.

Mai Sakurajima lifted her foot and stomped again.

"By the way, there can't be any intimate scenes during filming, not even hugs, I get jealous easily," Nomiyama explained, bearing the burden.

"As if I'm immune to jealousy. Who should be jealous right now?" Sakurajima Mai stomped again.

Nomiyama was truly speechless.

After a while, he looked at the person who was slightly out of breath, sat up, and picked up the milk tea from the bedside table: "Take a break, take a break before you continue."

Mai Sakurajima took the milk tea, took two sips, handed it to him, and sneered, "I told you you had masochism."

Nomiyama sighed: "Mai-senpai, don't get any ideas. I just enjoy interacting with you. After all, you're my girlfriend, aren't you?"

Sakurajima Mai looked down at him, her expression softening slightly: "We won't step on it anymore, we..."

Nomiyama looked at her, smiled, and opened his arms.

Mai Sakurajima gave him a disdainful look, but still prepared to rush over.

There was a knock on the door.

The two looked towards the doorway.

Nomiyama scratched his head.

Mai Sakurajima stepped on his foot and got out of bed with a cold face.

They pushed open the door, looked at each other, then looked away and walked away.

Nomiyama looked at the person standing at the door and began to think about how he would speak.

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him, then turned her head and said, "Let's go for a walk."

Nomiyama looked at the empty doorway and then remembered that Yukinoshita had opened the door while wearing casual clothes.

go out?

Hiss... How did it evolve to the point where it's going to attack me?

One after the other, the two, wearing short sleeves, left the Nomiyama family home and walked down the street.

Nomiyama looked at the unhurried girl in front of him and suddenly felt a little dazed.

This was certainly not the first time the two had walked together on the street, but it was indeed a rare experience for them to have dinner at home and then stroll out like this.

He softened his voice: "Yukinoshita, after we get married, can we do this every day, taking a walk together after dinner?"

Yukino Yukinoshita paused slightly before saying, "Excuse me, it's a bit embarrassing to go for a walk with dirty germs, I refuse."

Oh, so you didn't deny the marriage.

Nomiyama's lips curled up slightly as he walked to her side: "Where are you going?"

Yukino Yukinoshita's expression remained unchanged: "Let's find an open space, and then I'll slap you."

Oh, so you feel that doing things at home is more likely to cause losses.

My future daughter-in-law is like this: considerate and meticulous.

Nomiyama looked up at the sky, thought for a moment, and said, "Then I'll take you somewhere."

Where should we go?

Yukino Yukinoshita, gripping the leather whip in her hand, paused her upward movement.

Nomiyama looked at the whip, chose to ignore it, and reached out to pull her body closer.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him coldly: "Pervert, stay away from me, okay?"

"I'll definitely do it next time."

After saying that, he picked the girl up in his arms, looked up, and continued talking while searching for directions.

"Under the snow, protect yourself with your breath."

Yukino Yukinoshita sneered, but did exactly as he said.

Taking a deep breath, Nomiyama leaps a distance, then establishes a foothold and jumps again.

He looked at the person in his arms and grinned.

"Let's go to the sky to see the stars and the moon."

......

Yukino glanced at the rapidly receding ground, then turned to look at his genuine smile.

What exactly do you want me to do?

She suddenly felt a little tired, so she stopped thinking about it and quietly leaned against him.

Nomiyama, carrying her, crashed through that invisible barrier, then turned around and slammed himself into the air and onto the land.

His gaze swept across the surroundings.

It's not much different from the past few days, except that it's now nighttime instead of daytime.

As the girl in the white dress reappeared in the mist, he paid her no attention and simply carried Yukinoshita toward the edge of the land.

After taking a few steps, he seemed to remember something and turned back: "Um, we are guests, after all, do you have any fruit?"

Bai Yujing bowed and said obediently, "Yes, please wait a moment, I will bring it over right away."

"Okay, thank you." Nomiyama turned around and continued walking towards the edge.

Seeing his nonchalant expression, Yukino Yukinoshita blurted out with disdain, "An uninvited guest?"

“In a sense, my arrival is indeed an honor for them.” Nomiyama put her down and led her to the edge of the land.

"Oh?" Yukino Yukinoshita narrowed her eyes and turned to look at the girl with the gentle expression.

"I am the only god, and they are practically my subordinates."

Nomiyama casually stretched out his legs and sat on the edge, his two little legs dangling in mid-air.

He reached out and pulled her over, indicating that they should sit down together.

Yukino Yukinoshita withdrew her gaze from the girl and sat down as he instructed: "God? You dare to say that, you fickle germ."

“This…” Nomiyama struggled to find the right words, but just then a fruit plate appeared beside him. He grabbed a peach and handed it to her, saying, “Girlfriend, you eat first.”

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him, then turned back, took the peach, and took a small bite.

Shifting her gaze forward, she roughly understood why the other person had brought her up here.

Dark clouds below, starry sky above.

The view ahead was empty and blank, with a curved horizon at the end of the field of vision. Below, clouds formed an undulating cloud field, while above, starlight dappled and the bright moon hung high.

"it's beautiful."

"Right, right?" Nomiyama took a bite of the peach and smiled with narrowed eyes.

"I figured you like looking at the stars, so you'd probably really like this."

"Yes, I like it very much." Yukino Yukinoshita readily admitted, then asked, "And then?"

Nomiyama chewed on the fruit, carefully moved his bottom closer, and said, "Don't be angry."

Yukino Yukinoshita kicked away his leg as he leaned in, her voice cold: "You say you're not angry, so you're not angry?"

Nomiyama tossed the peach pit behind him, swallowed the flesh, and said cautiously, "So, will you be angry again next time?"

Yukino Yukinoshita crushed the peach in one hand, her voice even colder: "There will be a next time?"

"No, no, absolutely not." Nomiyama became serious. "Mai-senpai's situation this time was absolutely an accident."

"Ha, can you really judge how many accidents you've had?"

Nomiyama looked up and thought about Haruno and Miyabi, who hadn't been explained yet, and choked up.

"Oh, silence." Yukino Yukinoshita reached out, preparing to pull out her whip.

"No, no, no, let's talk about serious matters." Nomiyama raised his hands in surrender.

He whispered, "It's about Eriri."

Yukino Yukinoshita frowned and kicked him: "Speak."

Nomiyama grabbed a banana and peeled it, looking down at the ground below: "During summer vacation, I'm going to Tokyo with Eriri to attend a comic convention."

"I was thinking of not telling you, but you have to know about this eventually. And we can't avoid Eriri. We've never been able to avoid Eriri from the very beginning."

Yukino Yukinoshita remained silent, looking up at the starry sky.

Yes, Eriri is a problem that neither of them can avoid.

"Have you even considered that Eriri is my best friend? How am I supposed to face Eriri?"

"I've thought about it." Nomiyama said, biting into a banana and tossing the peel behind him.

"I've been thinking about it all along, so I've been pretending not to see Eriri's feelings."

"She's a bit slow. There are many times when she doesn't know what to do. Sometimes I see her standing there blankly, but I just pretend I don't see her."

The two fell silent afterward, perhaps because whether that person was happy or not was something they could never escape but had to consider.

In the silence, a hand twitched, and then twitched again.

Without a sound, Nomiyama moved his palm to the back of her hand.

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed: "Nomiyama-kun, can't you be serious for once, right now?"

Nomiyama held her hand and blinked: "No, we can think about Eriri later. Right now, I have something else I want to do."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked into his eyes, realized what was happening, and instinctively prepared to move away from him.

Nomiyama grabbed her hand and then pulled her into his arms to lie down.

Yukino Yukinoshita said coldly, "Have you reached the point where you completely disregard my thoughts, Nomiyama Kazehaya?"

Nomiyama put his left arm around her, lowered his head, and tilted his head.

Of course I care about your thoughts; in fact, I care most about what you think.