Does gravity make me stronger?

"It's okay...it's just sleeping in the same room. My mom used to sleep with me when I was little..."

Xiangzi spoke softer and softer until he finally covered his burning face with the blanket.

If we keep talking, we'll get into a heated debate again.

“Ah, I can do that too.” Hachiman said casually, “but only until the daycare center. After that, my mother went to stay with Komachi.”

To cultivate the boy's independence, Hachiman's parents made him sleep alone from a very young age.

Back then, I was still young, and Hachiman wasn't nearly as strong as he is now. Every time the lights were turned off, I would have all sorts of wild thoughts, worrying that some monster might crawl in through the window.

It wasn't until he slept alone for a month that he finally got used to it.

Upon hearing this, Xiangzi, feeling ashamed, pulled the blanket up a little more.

Because she slept with her mother until she started elementary school...

"Or should we just forget about it?"

Hachiman thought it over and over, but still felt that something was not right.

Xiangzi frowned.

If Nagasaki Motoyo can sleep with him, what can't she sleep with?

And what's worse, that guy is so outrageous; he shares a bed with Hachiman, while she only sleeps in a room...

"..."

Seeing that Hachiman did not respond for a long time, Xiangzi gritted his teeth, threw off the covers, and prepared to get out of bed.

Seeing this, Hachiman said repeatedly, "I understand. You lie down and I'll make the bed."

I don't know why, but Xiangzi seemed unusually tough today.

With a silent sigh, Hachiman first wiped the floor with a wet towel, then cleaned it with a dry towel.

Then, I took out a spare blanket and simply made a makeshift bed on the floor.

Xiangzi finally breathed a sigh of relief after watching Hachiman complete all of this.

You see, what Nagasaki Motoyo can do, she can do too.

After relaxing, drowsiness quickly overcame him, and Xiangzi's mind became hazy, and he soon lost consciousness.

In a hazy vision, she only saw her childhood self waving at her from a void, but soon she disappeared from the spot, replaced by a group of men in suits whose faces she couldn't see.

They pointed and whispered at Xiangzi, but when she turned around, she found her father standing right behind her.

At the same time, the father unhesitatingly stretched out his hand: "Xiangzi, money!"

On the other side, Hachiman was also a bit tired after a long day, but the thought of a beautiful girl as lovely as a flower by his side made him extremely fond of her.

Despite his appearance, he's just an ordinary high school boy.

However, Xiangzi's breathing suddenly became rapid, followed by the girl's painful groans.

Hachiman immediately rushed over to check the situation.

On the bed, Xiangzi's face was extremely pale, his handsome eyebrows were now furrowed, and he was muttering something to himself.

Hachiman gently brushed aside the strands of hair stuck to Shoko's forehead with his hand and felt them lightly with his fingers.

It seems like I have a fever.

"We need to measure the temperature first."

After his last illness, Hachiman prepared an infrared ear thermometer in his dormitory. This type of thermometer is convenient, quick, and does not involve physical contact.

"drop!"

The digital display on the ear thermometer showed 38°C.

Low-grade fever...

People's temperature is naturally higher at night, and 38 degrees Celsius is just a normal low-grade fever, so there's no need to be too anxious.

But seeing Xiangzi's pained expression, Hachiman couldn't help but feel nervous.

But he couldn't do anything.

I remember when Komachi had a fever, every time I held her hand, Komachi would show a relieved expression. But after all, she was my sister, so a little physical contact was nothing.

Xiangzi's words...

After hesitating for a moment, Hachiman decided to reach out his hand.

When Hachiman's fingertips touched Xiangzi's unusually warm little hand, he suddenly felt a little ashamed, but Xiangzi's fingers twitched slightly before she quickly gripped his hand tightly again.

Unfortunately.

Xiangzi's condition did not improve as a result.

That kid Komachi, is she putting on a show for me on purpose...?

Feeling ashamed towards Komachi, Hachiman asked himself this question.

Speaking of which, could the dream of a mirage also have an effect on other people's dreams?

[Congratulations on discovering a new use for Mirror Flower Water Moon, but Hachiman, you've almost used up your accumulated gravity points, so you'd better think it over carefully.]

After a period of wear and tear, the illusion will soon revert to its former self, the "five-second real man" version.

But the powerful illusion is meant to be used; as long as it can dispel Xiangzi's nightmares and allow her to get enough rest, the goal will be achieved.

What kind of dream do you want? I can arrange it for you...

You're still joking at a time like this?

Hachiman was a little angry.

He wouldn't mind if we told dirty jokes normally, but now it's time to get down to business.

Not to mention, Xiangzi is now sick.

[Excuse me, how can we determine the specific content of the dream?]

Let Xiangzi find what she wants most.

【it is good】

As soon as the system finished speaking, Xiangzi's breathing became much more even, and his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, as if he were sleeping peacefully as usual.

Hachiman pushed the bed on the floor to the side and sat motionless beside her, quietly guarding her.

Xiangzi, sweet dreams.

...

Morning arrived, and when Xiangzi opened her eyes again, the unfamiliar ceiling made her feel a little flustered.

But soon, she realized that she was in Haneoka Dormitory, in Hachiman's room.

Turning his head, a black ahoge (cowlick) came into view. Following the ahoge downwards, he saw Hachiman resting on the edge of the bed, breathing evenly.

Sunlight filtering through the curtains shone on the boy, adding a unique radiance to him.

Xiangzi felt as if his heart had been squeezed, and it tightened suddenly.

"Hachiman..."

Xiangzi couldn't help but smile happily.

Last night was the most restful night's sleep she had had in a year.

She had a very long but unforgettable dream.

At the beginning of the dream, she met her childhood self and her family. They were very happy at first, but gradually, the dream began to fall apart, and her family members abandoned her as a child.

Helpless, Xiao Xiangzi could only kneel on the ground and cry. But soon, he heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

At this moment, Xiao Xiangzi had unknowingly grown into a young man. Looking in the direction of the sound, she saw a boy riding a white horse approaching her.

That boy was Hachiman.

Then, the two overcame numerous difficulties together and eventually lived together.

At the end of the dream, Shoko and Hachiman held a grand wedding. In the dream, she even saw Nagasaki Motoyo sitting in the church, offering flowers and blessings to them.

When Xiangzi woke up, he still couldn't forget the sight of Nagasaki Motoyo crying with tears streaming down her face.

But overall, it was a good dream.

Why is it considered a good dream? Because... well, Nagasaki Motoyo deserves a third of the credit for this dream.

As she began to forget the contents of her dream, Xiangzi refocused her attention on reality and gently shifted her body.

It was at this moment that she realized her hand was tightly clasped with the boy's.

And the action just now naturally affected the other party as well.

With a soft "hmm," the handsome young man awoke from his sleep. His unique, sharp eyes made Xiangzi's temperature rise, and he turned his face away, unable to look at him any longer.

"You're awake. Are you feeling any better?"

Hachiman rubbed his sleepy eyes, glanced at the time, and realized it was only a little past six.

Xiangzi assessed his physical condition. Although he hadn't fully recovered, he was much better: "Yes, much better."

"Great, now we can make it to Friday's performance."

He was still concerned about the performance.

Hachiman slowly stood up, preparing to cook something in the microwave.

Unfortunately, because I hardly ever cook, I naturally don't have any ingredients stored for breakfast.

The only thing left are unhealthy foods like instant noodles and sausages.

Feeding the patient instant noodles was obviously not an option, so he decided to go out and buy some breakfast while there were fewer people in the dormitory in the morning.

"Do you need to ask for leave during the day? You probably can't go to school yet, right?"

"I need to go to the office this afternoon."

Xiangzi reported her schedule for the next two days to Hachiman. Normally, she would have asked for leave on Thursday afternoon to go to the office to prepare, but she didn't expect that a cold yesterday would bring the process forward a little.

When Xiangzi spoke, his voice sounded like a duck's. Hachiman almost laughed, but he held back his laughter.

"Is my voice strange?"

"It's a little strange, but it's not a big problem."

"Hmph, laugh if you want to."

Xiangzi pouted and hummed, but secretly she was glad that she wasn't the lead singer, otherwise, with her throat so hoarse, she wouldn't know how to sing at all.

Seeing that Xiangzi still had the mood to joke, Hachiman felt much more at ease.

Just then, my phone rang.

"Hachiman, can you help me up?"

Xiangzi still used the same name he used for Hachiman as yesterday, neither intending to nor willing to change it.

Hachiman nodded and went to the bedside to act as a support, gently helping Shoko up with a little effort in his waist.

Leaning against Hachiman should be alright, right?

Shoko suppressed her shyness and leaned her weight slightly on Hachiman. She noticed that "Hands-on-Hand" did not resist, so she let him lean her whole body against her.

It's so hot, but so soft.

Xiangzi is still quite well-endowed, especially now that he's wearing a loose T-shirt, his chest is completely pressed against his arms.

Wait a minute, why is it completely pressed against me?

Xiangzi...

Was she not wearing a bra?

This information, like the Fourth Impact of EVA, left Hachiman's mind blank.

As for Xiangzi herself, she seemed to have a great impact on the young man beside her with her appearance. She had completely focused her attention on her phone, browsing through the messages she had missed yesterday.

When Xiangzi read a certain message, his expression changed.

"What's wrong?" Hachiman.