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“That thing should have been mine.” Mai Sakurajima bit her lip and stepped back.

"Go away, I don't forgive you."

"..."

Nomiyama cautiously probed, "Mai can have anything else she wants; I'll agree to anything I can do."

Mai Sakurajima nodded: "Okay, I want you to stop risking your life so easily."

Nomiyama fell silent.

Mai Sakurajima looked at him quietly: "You really do have something else to do."

Nomiyama sat down in a chair, his thoughts drifting.

"Kazehaya, come down the mountain with me."

"It's meaningless."

"But you have to go down the mountain first."

"why."

"Only by going down the mountain can you find happiness."

Nomiyama reached out and rubbed his temples.

Mai Sakurajima took a few steps, came to him, touched his forehead, and said softly, "Kazehaya, you're eighteen years old now. You have a long life ahead of you. You should be content."

"It's not a matter of being content."

"You have people who love you, a long enough life ahead of you, and a destiny that others cannot imagine. You already have enough happiness."

"only..."

Mai Sakurajima covered his mouth, sat on him, and then, finally, bit him.

She leaned back and said, "Are you trying to say, 'Is it really okay if only I am happy?'"

Sakurajima Mai exhaled and leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat: "But that's time. Even her sister said she's dead. How can you cross a thousand years to change this situation? Even if you do manage to do it, even if you come back safely, is this world really still the same world? If you change the past, how can the present still be the same?"

"We might not even know each other by then, let alone be a couple."

Nomiyama reached out and gently ruffled Mai's hair.

“I have to try. I can’t let her die alone in the past without anyone by her side. I can’t let her stay trapped in time and memories.”

"I will find a way to transcend time and find the possibility of changing the past without changing the present."

Mai Sakurajima was just about to say something.

"Indeed, some things transcend time and exist."

The door opened, and Yukino Yukinoshita stood in the doorway. She didn't mind their embrace. She just took a few steps to the TV, opened a drawer, and took out some candy.

"What do you mean?" Nomiyama asked.

"Don't you really like 'Interstellar'?" Yukino Yukinoshita unwrapped a candy and walked towards the door.

"Gravity?" Nomiyama frowned, meaning he needed to study to understand the effects of gravity.

Yukino Yukinoshita walked to the door, turned to look at him and sighed: "It's love. Love can transcend time and space and break the limitations of the universe."

As the door closed, Sakurajima Mai's voice rang out first: "What does she mean? She interrupted our private time just to say these two sentences?"

Nomiyama stroked her hair to soothe her, his tone somewhat strange: "She sometimes has a peculiar sense of humor these days."

Mai Sakurajima pushed his hand away and asked, "They all know about this?"

Nomiyama thought for a moment: "They probably guessed it all, but they didn't tell me. Maybe they wanted me to relax, or maybe they just wanted to encourage me to try."

"So, I'm playing the bad guy again? And then she deliberately interrupted to show that she knew about it too, but just didn't want to talk about it?"

Nomiyama reached out and picked her up, carrying her to the bed: "She's not a bad person, it's just that the person I like did what I like."

Sakurajima Mai, lying on the bed, kicked him: "Is it that if I dismember you one day, you'll still use that lousy mouth to say you like me?"

"Um... my language skills were probably useless by then."

"Move aside, I need to get something."

"Huh? At this time?" Nomiyama put his arm around her waist, not wanting to move.

Mai Sakurajima looked at him with disdain: "In the closet, there are black and white ones."

Nomiyama got up, walked quickly, and opened the wardrobe.

Huh? There are bunny girls too?

......

On the bench, Yukino Yukinoshita heard the 'ripping' sound and twitched her fingers slightly, silencing the entire room and also stopping someone from peeping.

"Tsk." Yukinoshita Haruno withdrew her gaze and looked at her younger sister, her tone inquisitive, "Does he like to tear things apart?"

Yukino lowered her head, reading the paperback she had gotten from her senior: "I don't know."

Yukino's eyes darted around, but she didn't seem to care.

If I don't know, I don't know. I'll try and find out.

Changing clothes?

It seems like Yukino still has her Soubu High school uniform at home, hehe.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the two people beside her, her gaze falling towards the room at the far end.

A moment later, she focused her gaze on her black stockings and started tearing them.

This is probably the only thing that can be torn apart, right? Does the junior like this kind of thing?

......

Sakurajima Mai sat lazily in his lap, squinting as she asked, "Why did you drive here? It's not as fast as coming directly, is it?"

Nomiyama smoothed her hair, his gaze returning from the neon lights outside the window. Then he leaned down, close to her ear, and whispered, "Yukinoshita said that if there are any staff members around, we should drive over in a Rolls-Royce to give you more face."

"So that's how it is, your boyfriend is being kept by a sugar daddy."

“Then we’ll underestimate him.” Yukinoshita Haruno sat opposite him and kicked him with her foot. “When Yukinoshita changes her surname to Nomiyama, this story should be called ‘The Son-in-Law Takes Over’.”

Yukino Yukinoshita was just flipping through the paperback and ignored the topic.

On the bus, the only person who was somewhat different from them turned his gaze to the person whose face was still flushed and who was sitting in someone else's lap.

For a full three hours, I don't know which side had better stamina.

Moreover, the other two people were out there acting nonchalantly, and this group of people seemed to defy common sense from various perspectives.

The 272nd Sister, Absurd

Are we passing through Tokyo Bay?

Nomiyama looked at the blank night behind the neon lights, and his eyes lit up.

Yukino Yukinoshita shifted her gaze from the paperback and looked at him with a slightly inquisitive expression.

Nomiyama turned his head, his eyes filled with anticipation: "It's been a long time since I've played in Tokyo Bay."

Yukino Yukinoshita thought of the rumors about the slab pouring in Tokyo Bay, glanced at him again, and said to Mr. Yoshino, "Uncle Yoshino, please stop for a moment."

The car stopped as he wished, but he didn't get out immediately. Instead, he carefully placed the person in his arms on the back seat and said softly, "I'll go see the scenery first and come back around dinner time. Maybe I'll be there faster than you."

Mai Sakurajima leaned her head back on the soft chair, tilting it slightly. She was somewhat helpless at his sudden idea, but she still went along with it: "If you come back late, I'll have Kei throw your bowl out."

"Huike wouldn't do that."

Nomiyama opened the car door and got out first.

Following behind him were Yukinoshita Haruno and Kasumigaoka Utaha.

He turned around, glanced at his senior, and without thinking much, waved to the two people still in the car: "See you later."

Yukino Yukinoshita nodded, then said, "Nomiyama-kun, don't stay out too late."

"it is good."

As the car drove away, Nomiyama stopped and looked at his senior: "Why did you come down, senior?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha pulled out a small notebook and said very calmly, "You want to see the slab pouring, I need to gather materials."

Nomiyama, remembering the other person's status as a bestselling light novel author, said dismissively, "Okay."

He looked at Yang Nai: "Let's go, it's still a bit far from here."

Yukinoshita Haruno snorted twice: "Useless brother-in-law."

He reached out, grabbed the two of them, and took a step forward.

The sound of a cement mixer rang out. Nomiyama's gaze moved, sweeping across the area below the rooftop, finally finding the mixer about a hundred meters below, along with several yakuza members nearby.

"Heh heh, looks like we're in luck. The yakuza bosses are working hard to build up Tokyo today too."

"Closer."

Hmm? Nomiyama turned to look at the senior who had spoken. Her gaze was fixed intently on the ground below, and she leaned forward as if she were about to fall off the rooftop.

A smile appeared on his lips. Nomiyama hadn't seen his senior like this in a long time, and he felt a sense of peace and relief.

"Yang Nai, go somewhere closer."

Yukino glanced at the enthusiastic junior, had no objection, but said she would take a step away if she encountered them again.

The scene flashed before his eyes, and Nomiyama arrived at the new rooftop. Looking at the few people and the cement mixer a few dozen meters away, he glanced at his senior.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, seeing that the others had already made clear movements, quickly opened her notebook and then rummaged through her bag.

Didn't you bring a pen?

A voice sounded from the side. Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at him with a slightly blank expression and took the ballpoint pen he handed her.

Nomiyama watched as his senior began to watch and take notes, then turned and walked to the other side of the rooftop.

He walked to the edge, sat down, and looked at the person sitting two meters away: "What were her arrangements?"

Yukinoshita Haruno turned her gaze away from the girl holding the pen on the other side of the rooftop and swung her legs along the edge of the rooftop: "She and Yukinoshita Miyami will never see each other again."

Nomiyama's gaze lingered below, where the human stake was being scorched by the boiling cement, but its mouth was stuffed with something, so it couldn't even let out a wail.

"I see." His voice was flat.

Turning his head, he looked at Yang Nai beside him with some surprise: "Since I came back, you seem to have toned down quite a bit. Many times, I thought you would be more lively."

Yukino Yukino turned her head to look at him swinging his legs beside her. After thinking for a moment, she reached into her pocket, took out a candy, and threw it to him: "There is a saying that life is an endless futility, because death is waiting at the end, and there is no way to break free or escape it, and because people will eventually end up alone."

Nomiyama took the candy and prepared to open it.

"Throw it to me, let's play catch." Yukinoshita Haruno raised her lips.

So Nomiyama threw the candy back and asked, "Have you been thinking about nihilism lately?"

“No, no, no, I don’t like philosophical thinking, and I have no interest in it.” Yukinoshita Haruno slapped the candy back. “I’ve realized something more: if my death starts to become distant and long, if I escape the loneliness of being alone, then my life will not be about futility, but about the joy of finding something everywhere.”

She took the candy, didn't throw it back, but looked at him and smiled: "But once you die, my life will become a meaningless futility again."

"Thank goodness you're still here, thank goodness you didn't die."

Nomiyama looked at her for a while, and he found that this time he did not feel heavy, but rather a kind of relief, a simple and light joy and happiness. That feeling was perhaps like a bird flying, or perhaps like the evening breeze in spring, which was the evening breeze at this moment.

He said, "Yukinoshita Haruno."

Yukino Yukinoshita stopped peeling the candy wrapper, her slender, pale fingers curled up and remained still, her eyes looking at him curiously, at him who seemed somewhat strange.

Nomiyama smiled gently, her voice clear and melodious: "I love you. If you don't feel it, then it must be my fault. You must tell me."

Yukino Yukinoshita paused for a moment, then looked down at the candy wrapper.

Her hair wasn't long, at least compared to her sister's, it was pitifully short, but when she lowered her head, some strands would still fall down, covering her forehead, her side, and blocking other people's view.

She heard footsteps, then the sound of someone sitting down, and then she was embraced and lifted up, placed in his arms, and gently rocked.

She said, feeling unsure how to describe her feelings.

"Your lines in 'The Little Prince' are really terrible. You must have saved the nicer lines for my sister."

Nomiyama used his free hand to slowly wipe away the warm liquid from her face, but he didn't look at her; he was still watching the hardworking people shoveling cement and pouring concrete piles.