Comics, daily stories

Yukinoshita pushed open the door to the music room and walked towards them with a smile.

"Form a band?" Nomiyama looked at her and the two people behind her with a puzzled expression.

“Yeah, let’s form a band.” Yukinoshita Haruno glanced at the instruments in the music room and rubbed her chin.

"You two will play the piano and violin duet, and then we'll put together a band. Yukino will play bass, Shizuka will play guitar, I'll be the drummer, you'll be the keyboardist, and Yukino and I will sing together."

“Sister…” Yukino Yukinoshita looked at her, somewhat helplessly.

“No, no, I heard online that people in bands have really bad interpersonal relationships.” Nomiyama waved his hand.

Then his wrist was grabbed, and Yukinoshita Haruno opened her eyes wide and pleaded, "Please, I'll do anything, just be in a band with me for life."

After breaking free at lightning speed, Nomiyama stood behind Yukinoshita with a furrowed brow.

Just now, the instant Yang Nai uttered those words, a sense of crisis pressed down on his heart, terrifying and heavy.

"Stop fooling around." Yukino Yukinoshita sighed softly. "What's your sister doing here?"

"Watching you guys play together?" Yukino Yukinoshita replied casually, then walked to the back of the music room and started moving chairs.

"It's so boring. Watching you guys practice is more interesting." Hiratsuka Shizuka also went to the back to move a chair.

"Come listen to some music." Kato Megumi said calmly. She took two steps, walked to the group, held onto the middle chair, and looked at him. "This is Kazehaya's seat, right?"

“Yes.” Nomiyama looked at Megumi and nodded.

Having received a definite answer, Kato Megumi sat down calmly.

Yukino Yukinoshita suddenly stopped dragging the chair. She looked down at her chair, then looked up at Kato Megumi who was already sitting there.

Tsk, foreign foxes are always so sly.

......

A tuxedo, in some accounts, is the most formal evening gown.

The swallowtail-shaped arc and slit-back hem are paired with a white bow tie, double-breasted buttons, and a three-button vest.

In Titanic, Jack wore a standard tuxedo when he attended a high-society dinner party.

Nomiyama told Miyabi about his discovery, and Miyabi simply reached out and gently placed her hand on his chest, saying, "You're more handsome than Jack."

Wow, he's more handsome than Leonardo DiCaprio was in his youth; that's quite a compliment.

Even so, Nomiyama still thought it would be better to change into a suit; a tuxedo felt a bit too formal, especially since it was just a school cultural festival performance.

Gong Yu rejected his suggestion, saying, "No, since it's a performance in front of a public, this is the most expensive one, and it's the most befitting of your status."

Okay, Nomiyama agrees with the statement that it is the most expensive. Every time he reaches out and touches the fabric of his body, he can feel a twisted, flowing, and terrifying smell of money.

And then paired with the custom Berluti leather shoes on her feet.

Nomiyama had a strange thought: if he wore this outfit home and a robber came up to him, should he say, "Please don't touch my wallet; my clothes and shoes are worth much more than what's in my wallet"?

Although the robber couldn't beat him.

Thinking about some strange things, Nomiyama walked backstage.

Their program was scheduled third to last, which had nothing to do with being the grand finale, nor with being the first one.

While strolling around campus today, Eriri said she would record a video of today, and Megumi whispered "Good luck" beside her.

Yang wandered around the campus with him for a while with nothing to do, until the performance was about to start, and then he disappeared.

Under the snow...

Nomiyama looked up at the girl carrying a violin walking towards him.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down to her waist, the two red ribbons already removed. Her clear, cold gaze softened slightly when they met eyes. She wore a pure white evening gown, a strapless, sleeveless dress with no frills, except for a slight cinching at the waist that accentuated her figure.

"Nomiyama-kun, can you please stop looking?" Yukino Yukinoshita suppressed her embarrassment and tried to keep her tone natural.

"No way, I'd feel like I'm missing out if I didn't even glance at it," Nomiyama said seriously.

"There will be time later." Yukino Yukinoshita stretched out her foot to step on him, then paused.

Nomiyama glanced down at his valuable leather shoes, surprised that their initial effect was to prevent a step from falling into the snow.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time we've met in formal attire?" Nomiyama turned to face the curtain.

“After all, we weren’t together in middle school.” Yukino Yukinoshita nodded, looking at the curtain with him. “Nomiyama-kun, only today can you be considered handsome.”

"That's going too far. You can't expect me to wear a pile of money in front of your face all the time, can you?"

"Well, there's really nothing I can do. I'll just buy some casual clothes later. Your taste in clothes is just awful."

"You pick out a large portion of my clothes, Yukinoshita-san."

"Really? Then those clothes must be out of style. No wonder I always felt you were senile lately. It's time to change your clothes."

Why can't you just say you want to go on a date and go shopping together?

"Because this is something that requires the boy to take the initiative to say, you stupid Nomiyama-kun."

"Oh, want to go shopping together this weekend, girlfriend?"

"I'll think about it," Yukino Yukinoshita said thoughtfully.

“Okay, I’ll pick you up on Saturday morning,” Nomiyama agreed immediately.

“I said I’d think about it.” Yukino Yukinoshita glared at him.

"Didn't I already think about it for you? I thought about Saturday morning, and then I'd pick you up." Nomiyama returned the gaze innocently.

As the curtain rose, the two men's expressions changed instantly, their faces becoming calm as they looked at the vast audience below.

With synchronized steps and the same pace, the two walked to the front of the stage, bowed slightly, and then parted ways.

Nomiyama walks to the piano on the right, while Yukino Yukinoshita remains in the center of the stage.

As I sat down at the piano, the lights went out.

A beam of light shone on the piano, and another beam of light shone on the violin.

Nomiyama slowed his breathing gently.

The ensemble piece from "Scarborough Fair" begins with the piano.

He reached out and pressed the black and white keys, letting the notes flow like water.

After a while of piano music, the violin followed, playing its own melody.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

If possible, please go see someone for me and deliver parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

She was once my lover.

As Nomiyama listened to the violin under the snow, he tapped the black and white keys and arbitrarily changed the lyrics in his mind.

Yukino Yukinoshita opened her closed eyes, glanced at him, then closed them again, immersing herself in playing the violin.

The piano is played first, and it also concludes with the piano.

When Nomiyama stopped playing its last note.

A burst of applause erupted, as powerful as a tsunami.

Nomiyama stood up and exchanged a glance with Yukino, realizing that today's performance had been a success.

He walked to her side, and together they bowed to the audience before heading backstage amidst applause.

Yukino put down her violin and walked with him toward the school building, saying softly, "You seemed a little sad just now."

Nomiyama looked up and sighed: "Young people don't know the taste of sorrow, they love to climb to the top floor, they love to climb to the top floor, and they force themselves to write new poems to express their sorrow."

Yukino Yukinoshita pondered for a moment: "Next time you perform like this, try to be a little more worried. You got me really involved just now, and the effect was better than during practice."

Nomiyama looked at her for a while: "Girlfriend, are you really my girlfriend? Shouldn't you be comforting me right now?"

Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head: "Nomiyama-kun isn't the kind of person who needs comforting. What I need more is for me to believe that you're okay and not to worry."

Nomiyama looked pained: "Well, that's true, but I still hope my girlfriend can comfort me. Even verbal comfort is comfort."

So Yukino Yukinoshita lowered her head and tugged at his sleeve.

Nomiyama stopped and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Soft lips pressed against my lips for a moment, then pulled away.

Nomiyama was slightly stunned as he watched her walk briskly towards the girls' changing room in high heels, and then covered his face with his hands.

No, no, no, Yukinoshita's initiative is too overwhelming. If this continues, I'll be silently turned into a henpecked husband.

No, no, no, I can't let my family's imperial throne be relinquished.

With a serious expression and his face flushed, Nomiyama pushed open the door to the boys' locker room.

......

"Eri, did you record it?"

Yukino Yukinoshita, already dressed in her school uniform, stood backstage and looked at Eriri fiddling with the camera.

Eriri Sawamura looked up at her and smiled, "I recorded it, but why should I give it to you?"

Yukino Yukinoshita was silent for a moment, then spoke up: "Theoretically, I can also get an official video from the school, so I don't need yours."

Eriri Sawamura's eyes flickered slightly: "I want to know what he likes to do at home. Tell me, and I'll make a copy for you."

Yukino Yukinoshita nodded: "Okay."

Then she said, "I like to curl up on the sofa and watch TV."

Eriri Sawamura's eyelids twitched. She realized she had been stupid and forgotten to add "favorite".

Kato Megumi, who was standing nearby, calmly said, "Eriri, I want one too."

Eriri Sawamura took a deep breath and looked at Megumi: "I want to know what he likes to do most at home."

Kato Megumi's expression was a bit strange. After thinking for a moment, she gave her answer: "I like to curl up on the sofa and watch TV the most."

Yukino Yukinoshita and Megumi Kato looked at Eriri quietly, unsure how to react to the situation.

Eriri Sawamura's breathing quickened as she resisted the urge to smash the camera.

That bastard spends most of his time at home just lounging on the sofa watching TV.

......

Nomiyama closed his wardrobe, then leaned against it and rubbed his temples.

His memory is gradually becoming fragmented. It will probably only take one trigger, a rather obvious one, for him to remember the things he did with her, and to remember her face.

But I haven't received that bamboo tube for a long time, so I can't be sure of my thoughts and I'm missing a key element. For now, I can only wait.

He shook his head, dismissed the thought, and walked out of the changing room with the paper bag of clothes in his hand.

In short, the focus now is on going to my lovely girlfriend's place and applauding her closing speech at the cultural festival.

Push the door open, close the door, and take a step out.

"Hey, boyfriend."

Nomiyama looked at Haruno walking over from the corner of the stairs and said helplessly, "Where did you just run off to? Yukinoshita probably wanted you to see the performance."

"Oh? Yukino wants me to see your boyfriend? Don't you want to?" Yukinoshita Haruno walked up to him and nudged him.

Nomiyama walked slowly and did not deny it: "I did think about it, because I did put in some effort and wanted my girlfriend to praise me."

“Actually, I went.” Upon hearing his words, Yukino Yukinoshita stopped and refused to continue walking with him.

Nomiyama stopped and turned around, puzzled: "Hmm?"

Yukino shrugged, turned around and leaned on the railing: "Actually, I went. I saw you two come out together from the audience. One is beautiful and the other is handsome. You two are a perfect match."

Nomiyama was silent for a moment, then walked to her side, put down the paper bag containing the expensive dress and shoes, and leaned over the railing to lie down next to her.

"Looking at the two of you back then, I felt so annoyed, so incredibly annoyed, that I had to come out for some fresh air." Yukinoshita Haruno propped her face up with one hand.