Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 336 Jun Matsueda Wants to Change

Chapter 336 Jun Matsueda Wants to Change

It was almost 10 o'clock when they got home. Yosuke Kuraki immediately turned on the air conditioner in the living room, while Jun Matsueda looked down at his phone.

Everyone sent messages saying they had arrived home safely. He replied to his senior's message first, and then, instead of clicking on anyone else's profile picture, he put his phone in his pocket and changed his shoes.

Although they all took the train home from Meidai-mae Station, only Yosei Kurusu and Aya Miyamura actually traveled the same train with Jun Matsueda—Maki Yamami and Natsumi Imokawa were going in a different direction, while Yuka Tomatsu got off much earlier.

"Songzhi must be tired, right? How about taking a bath today?" The girl peeked out from behind the corner, her tank top straps gone, as if she was about to take a bath.

"Good idea." The boy nodded, lying on the sofa. "After you're done washing, could you run a bath for me?"

After the girl disappeared around the corner, the sound of a shower followed and entered the living room. Jun Matsueda felt the temperature in the room gradually dropping, and then opened his phone again to reply to messages.

When Tomatsu arrives home, just reply "okay." The girl is too enthusiastic; if he takes the initiative to say something, the conversation will never end.

The message from Yu Chuan arrived home: "Remember to go to bed early." This guy is likely staying up all night editing videos; he has class tomorrow.

Caijiang is home too. I'll just reply with an emoji. She's my little sister, she won't mind.

"Hmm?" Jun Matsue sat up from the sofa and looked at the golden cat icon.

Why did Mochizuki send him an angry emoji?

Jun Matsueda's fingers moved across the keyboard. "Are you angry?"

"No," the girl replied quickly, "I clicked the wrong emoji~"

In fact, it was her aunt who replied on her behalf; the sulking Mochizuki Haruka had already been sent to take a bath.

After replying to all the unread messages, Jun Matsue put the packed food from the table into the refrigerator. He then clicked on the parrot icon again; his reply to his senior was still unread.

He didn't know what his senior was doing. He went back to his room, took out the clothes he would change into after taking a shower from the closet, and when he came out of the room again, he heard the bathroom door open.

"I'm done washing!"

Yosei Kurusu changed into a short-sleeved shirt and shorts for home, and walked out of the bathroom while drying her wet hair—the girl hadn't changed much since Jun Matsue said that her home clothes were too revealing.

"I've already thrown my clothes into the washing machine. Pine Branch, just start the washing machine in a bit." The girl walked past him, tossing her hair, and cool water droplets splashed onto his cheeks.

“OK.” Jun Matsue walked into the steamy bathroom, closed the frosted glass sliding door, and took off his clothes, hanging them on the rack next to him.

Stepping into the bathtub, the gentle warmth enveloped his legs. He opened the small window on the wall to let the breeze dissipate the humid heat in the room before slowly sinking into the tub.

With his entire body below the neck immersed in 40-degree hot water, his body's gravity became one-tenth of its normal state, and his muscles, which had been working hard all day, completely relaxed. Matsueda Jun let out a long, contented sigh.

It's understandable why Japanese people enjoy taking baths. Although it takes time and water, the comfort is something that showering simply can't match.

The bathroom was quiet. Matsueda Jun called out somewhat awkwardly, "Kurasu?"

"What's wrong?" The girl's voice drifted from the living room. "I'm putting on a face mask. Do you need me to get you something?"

“No need.” Jun Matsue moved his body, feeling the floating sensation in his arms. “You just took a bath without ventilation and drank alcohol. I was afraid you would pass out.”

"How could that be!" the girl's voice rose a little. "I'm perfectly healthy, okay!"

"It's alright." The phone on the shelf vibrated. Jun Matsueda raised his left hand, dried himself with a towel by the bathtub, and brought the phone to his face.

It was a new reply from his senior: "I got home a little late today and explained to my parents that I didn't see Songzhi's message." "How did you explain it?" he asked, a little curious.

"I went to see my classmate's performance~"

It sounded quite serious. Jun Matsue smiled and took a picture of the little yellow duck floating on the water, sending it to his senior—it was a duck he bought at the supermarket before coming to Suzu.

"I'm going to take a shower now, I'll chat with Songzhi later!" The girl sent a bird flying away emoji, and he didn't reply.

Putting his phone back in its place, Jun Matsue lay back down in the hot water and stared blankly at the night sky outside the small window.

The once vast sky was cut into small rectangles by the window frame, and the bright moonlight dyed the dark curtain into three colors of silver, black and gray, allowing people to see the outline of the clouds even without the city lights.

The senior student didn't mention her family again. It's unclear whether it's the Yami family's habit of keeping a low profile or if she's considering the future of the two of them.

He gazed at the moving sea of ​​clouds, lost in thought. Aside from the time she provided a venue for the band's practice, his senior seemed to have never brought up her family. Considering her previous snippets of conversation, it seemed she didn't particularly like the atmosphere at home.

But disliking something is one thing, and rebelling against it is another. The warmth of family has long become a daily routine. No matter how much they complain, many people will still feel reluctant to leave their families when it comes to actually leaving them. Jun Matsueda, who lives in an orphanage, certainly understands this.

So what exactly is Senior's thinking? Matsueda Jun sat up from the bathtub.

He still remembers the expression on his senior's face when she mentioned her university choices, and what she called her "last act of willfulness."

Jun Matsueda dislikes interfering in other people's lives and dislikes facing the heavy responsibility that comes with the love of young girls.

But when he thought of the girl named Yamami Maki, he felt a long-lost desire to change something.

"Perhaps this is why the relationship was born." The boy stepped out of the bathtub and wiped the water droplets off his body.

If possible, he would still like to see more and brighter smiles from his senior.

After changing into dry clothes, throwing the dirty clothes into the washing machine, and pressing the start button, Jun Matsue returned to the living room to find a glass of swaying milk waiting for him.

"After taking a bath, you have to drink iced milk!" Yosei Kurusu said with a smile.

The cool, sweet liquid slid into his stomach, blending perfectly with the residual heat in his body. Jun Matsueda and the girl next to him sighed in unison and put down their cups.

"I feel like I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight." Just as Jun Matsueda was about to walk into the bedroom, he was pulled back by the girl behind him.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Lai Xiyang rushed into his bedroom first, sat on the bed, and looked like a military general guarding a pass.

"I was so busy eating tonight that I didn't get to chat with you—how was it going on stage?"

"Not bad, right?" Jun Matsue stared at the ceiling in thought. There were no mold spots on the ceiling this year, which was a relief.

"Are you happy enough?" The girl leaned closer, staring into his eyes.

"Can I stay happy like this for a lifetime?"

Jun Matsue smiled and pushed her head away to look out the window. The night sky was still limited, but it was much larger than the one he had seen in the bathroom before.

"It depends on the audience."

(End of this chapter)

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