I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"Oh no! Kurosaki is back!"

Kuno Tachibana, upon hearing this, exclaimed in astonishment, "Who is Kurosaki?"

"??? Seriously? Your PE teacher, have you forgotten?"

"His name was Kurosaki? I thought he had the same surname as Maki, Kurosawa!"

Kitahara Hakuba panicked a little. If Kurosaki Yuichi found him in bed with a high school girl, things would really... wait, no, that would be...

It's impossible to explain without reason.

His professional career wasn't over yet, but he had a feeling that Kurosaki Yuichi would help him cover up this affair.

But it's better not to be known by others than to be known by them.

"Isn't this just your room?"

"

Kuno Tachibana hurriedly stood up, her girlish "sense of shame" reaching its peak in an instant.

Only now did Kitahara Hakuba realize that she was wearing pajamas. Although her hips were slightly less impressive compared to Eri's,

Wait, that's not what we're focusing on right now!

"Go to the wardrobe!"

"There's no wardrobe here! I'm going to the bathroom!"

"There's nowhere to hide in the bathroom!"

"Then I'll go behind the curtains!"

"No, if the light is on, my feet will be immediately visible!"

The two looked around like headless flies, finding fault with everything – this wouldn't do, that wouldn't do – and as for having Kuno Tachibana hang outside the window as Peter Parker…

Kitahara Hakuba didn't have that guts.

The sliding door was pulled open.

Kurosaki Yuu looked into the room and found that Kitahara Hakuba was still awake, covered by a blanket and looking at his phone.

"Huh? Kitahara, what time is it? You're still not asleep?" Kurosaki Yuichi, who had been patrolling for several hours, closed the door behind him.

"Ah, I'm having trouble sleeping," Kitahara Hakuba said with a wry smile.

A silent tension permeated the bed.

The air seemed to grow even hotter, and Kuno Tachibana's fingers held the edge of the blanket tightly, making her curl up like a ball in Kitahara Hakuba's arms.

“I usually take melatonin gummies before bed. Do you want some? They work really well.” Kurosaki Yuichi took a small box out of his bag; it looked like it was grape-flavored.

"No need, I don't really like eating these things." Kitahara Hakuba smiled.

"Okay." Kurosaki Yuichi ate two pills himself and lay down on the bed.

Although it was called a bed, the two of them actually slept on the floor, only a meter apart. They could see the text on each other's phone screens just by turning around.

"Should we turn off the lights?" Kitahara Hakuba said.

Kurosaki Yuichi raised his arm to cover his eyes: "Didn't you want to look at your phone? Turning off the lights is bad for your eyes. Don't worry about me, I can sleep with the lights on."

"No, no, I'm going to sleep too."

"That's fine."

Kurosaki Yuichi turned off the lights, and the room became dark again.

Kuno Tachibana's breathing became light and shallow, and his heartbeat was amplified in the small space, pounding against the second model, subtly intertwining with Kitahara Hakuba's breathing.

She pulled the blanket open to one side, letting air in.

Much more comfortable.

But before he could even take a few breaths, he was covered by Kitahara Hakuba.

Kuno Tachibana harbored resentment but dared not speak, and could only endure the carbon dioxide that kept accumulating in the quilt.

The bed was filled with the scent of Kitahara Hakuba, mixed with the smell of sun-dried cotton, creating a private atmosphere.

Kuno Tachibana pressed his forehead against Kitahara Hakuba's side and subconsciously took a deep breath.

He admitted it, acknowledging his relationship with his senior from three years ago.

A feeling of resentment welled up in Kuno Tatsuka's heart, but it wasn't directed at Kitahara Hakuba; rather, it was directed at those selfish third-year students.

Why do they get all the benefits? The last year's national gold medal is here, and those who like it might also get it.

In Kuno Tachibana's eyes, the three senior students who tried to seduce Kitahara-sensei were all lowly women, and no matter how good their family background or figure was, it couldn't change that.

Not reconciled

Not reconciled

Not reconciled

Kuno Tachibana bit her lip with her pearly teeth, an extreme thought emerging from the depths of her heart: "I absolutely cannot let you take advantage of me again, you all just wait and see."

Kitahara Hakuba stared at the ceiling, utterly dejected. If Kurosaki Yuichi beside him knew there was someone in his bed right now...

"Kitahara, the weather in Kagoshima is so nice. I'm thinking of taking a leave of absence and having my family come over for a trip."

"Oh, sure, sure." Kitahara Hakuba smiled awkwardly.

"Pfft, but I don't think Director Ferry will allow it," Kurosaki Yu said, turning to Kitahara Hakuba. "But I don't think three days is too much for me, right?"

Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow. "A few words are fine, but why did you turn around?"

Just as Kitahara Hakuba was about to do someone a favor and tell him to go to sleep, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He was like an ice cream cone, the cone encasing his body suddenly shattering, and the girl's fingertips slowly traced the curves of the ice cream.

Soon, a faint dampness filled the air.

Kitahara Hakuba's breathing became increasingly rapid, to the point that Kurosaki Yu, who was beside him, noticed something was off about the look in his eyes.

"Kitahara? What's wrong? Is it... is there some kind of aftereffect of drowning?"

广，

"N-nothing—" Kitahara Hakuba's deep, impatient voice suddenly came through, "Go to sleep! I'm really sleepy!"

"Okay, okay, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Kurosaki Yuichi nodded quickly.

Kitahara Hakuba gripped the corner of the bedding, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain.

Why did Ikuno do these things at this time?

But now, there's nothing he can do.

Kuno Tachibana has made the relationships between everyone even more complicated.

Kitahara Hakuba could only silently comply, no longer considering anything from the outside world.

The girl struggled like a butterfly in its cocoon, all the unspoken words, all the glittering glances, and all the unfulfilled intentions quietly fermenting under this soft shield.

Their breaths mingled and lingered, as if they had hidden the entire spring within the small space of the quilt.

Chapter 376, Section 375: She's No Longer a Little Girl (4) Requesting Monthly Tickets~~

The next morning, Kitahara Hakuba opened his eyes. (The last line appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

Opening the window, the first thing that enters your nostrils is the sweet, earthy scent of damp soil rising in the sunlight, mixed with a strong, almost overpowering fragrance emanating from the hotel garden.

Last night, I don't know when, the sky and Kitahara Hakuba fell into a fine drizzle. The culprit took advantage of the quiet of the night and slipped away like a slippery fox.

Kurosaki Yuichi was still asleep. Kitahara Hakuba's hands were on the windowsill. A faint but unusually clear smell of rust seeped into his nostrils and ears. The sound in his ears gradually became clearer. It was a monotonous and regular "humming" sound, the sound of the air conditioner unit hanging outside the wall running.

Kitahara Hakuba took a deep breath and could faintly smell Kuno Tachika's scent; everything about her was magnified in his senses.

Whether it was that little hand or her determination to force herself to gulp it down after careful consideration.

Even if he was unwilling, he was forced to understand himself.

I got a little carried away last night. I don't know if it was because I hoped Li Hua would do that that I went along with it. But I shouldn't do anything foolish like that again.

Kitahara Hakuba consciously raised his hand to cover his forehead, trying to cool his mind.

Indeed, the more peaceful we are, the more we should think about potential dangers.

"Kitahara?"

"Huh?" Kitahara Hakuba turned his head and, perhaps because the curtains were open, noticed that Kurosaki Yuichi was already awake.

Kurosaki Yuichi raised his hand to rub his temples and murmured softly:

"I feel like I've forgotten something very important, so much so that last night I thought I heard a girl's voice."

"important things?"

Kitahara Hakuba's tone was rather flat, as if he were making an excuse.

"Where are the girls? It's not just the two of us!"

"I don't know, but I think I vaguely heard something like 'a lot came out' or something like that."

Kurosaki Yuichi sat up, scratching his head incessantly as he spoke.

"Is it strange that I was dreaming?"

"Kurosaki!"

Kitahara Hakuba swallowed hard. These were words that Tachibana had whispered in bed last night, and he hadn't expected them to be overheard.

Because it was difficult to clean, she had no choice but to swallow it to prevent the smell from escaping, and she also cleaned it herself.

He quickly changed the subject, feigning panic as he approached Kurosaki Yuichi and continued speaking.

"I know you've forgotten something very important!"

"What?" Kurosaki Yuichi asked, puzzled.

"You didn't even attend the student's confession last night!"

Only now did Yuichi Kurosaki remember this matter.