The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

It is estimated that there are other places where supplies are stored.

Freshness is impossible; freshness implies a long-term connection with the outside world. Unless one is self-sufficient and has a place to raise and cultivate livestock, such goods are likely to be frozen and preserved.

He actually had the idea of ​​cooking.

It's a pity I wanted to learn it, but I never had the chance.

If Hero doesn't know either, then there's no need to bother.

"Can Hoshino cook?" Nikaido Hiro asked, seemingly understanding the implication in his words.

“No, I can’t.” Hoshino Utsunomiya shook his head. “I’ve thought about learning before.”

"But in the end, I gave up."

As he picked out the right canned goods, Hoshino Utsunomiya showed no regret.

"...Why?" Hiro seemed simply curious.

While it's common to abandon a fleeting idea, it seems that's not what Hoshino Utsunomiya meant.

"Hmm..." After thinking for a moment, he casually said, "It was originally for someone else, because her health isn't very good. She's too light and it's unhealthy. If she just doesn't like eating out, maybe she'll eat properly once I learn to cook."

This is not something that cannot be said to Hero.

Of course, it's not something that absolutely requires revealing one's name.

Although Hero probably knew who he was talking about.

"But in the end, they did give up."

“…” Biting her lip slightly, Hiro asked in a low voice, “Why did you give up?”

The previous question was about the reasons for trying to learn to cook; now the question is about the reasons for giving up.

“Because we don’t need it anymore.” After putting away the suitable canned goods, Hoshino Utsunomiya turned around, took Hiro Nikaido’s hand, and led her out of the warehouse.

He stopped at the entrance of the warehouse.

He could have walked into the sunlight if he had gone a little further, but he still chose to stop in the shadows of the warehouse.

Because the sunlight was too bright.

It must have been noon; the sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight was more dazzling than I had imagined.

He didn't really want to go back to the mansion under the blazing sun.

"Would Hiro like something hot?" he asked casually as he turned around.

There seemed to be a stove in the kitchen, and most of the canned goods here appeared to be ready to eat, while a few needed to be heated and cooked.

Nikaido Hiro didn't stop and bumped into him.

“Oh, oh, I’m fine with anything,” she said.

Hoshino Utsunomiya looked at the sunlight, then at Hiro: "Let's eat it hot then."

Holding the girl's hand, he lifted his leg and stepped across the boundary between light and shadow.

Step into the sunlight.

After being pulled back to the mansion, Nikaido Hiro seemed to realize that Utsunomiya Hoshino had already given the answer to the question he had just asked.

No need.

What is no longer needed? Is it the person who inspired him to learn to cook that is no longer needed? Or is it the act of cooking itself that is no longer needed?

In the end, he didn't ask the question that needed to be asked.

Her slightly open mouth was covered by Hoshino Utsunomiya's spoon.

Open the heated can, place it on the stove, light the fire, and remove it when the oil and water are boiling.

“Come on, ah—” He didn’t even hesitate for long, and after blowing on the spoon a few times, he handed it to Hiro.

Feeding.

A common, extremely affectionate behavior between lovers to express their feelings.

After a moment's hesitation, Nikaido Hiro opened his mouth with a clear conscience.

Bite the spoon.

A gentle bite, a slight suck, and a smooth gliding of lips and teeth.

There are no threads.

There's no need for mutual confirmation; they simply say that since they've been in a romantic relationship, they should accept each other's 'love' without any qualms.

Intimate and casual.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed again, and just before Hoshino Utsunomiya was about to feed him the next bite, Hiro Nikaido finally reached out and grabbed his hand.

“I want to feed Hoshino too.” Grabbing his wrist, Nikaido Hiro pulled the spoon handle and turned it towards Utsunomiya Hoshino, the spoon he was originally going to use to feed himself.

This is an indirect kiss.

Indirect kissing in a direct sense.

He did not refuse.

"Ah."

One spoon, two hands.

Lunch is sorted.

......

There's really not much that lovers can do together.

No couple would necessarily try to find a way to prove that they are lovers.

Aside from teenagers harboring extreme insecurity, those who constantly seek to prove something are...

It's probably only people who don't even believe in their own feelings.

Of course, Hoshino Utsunomiya thought that Shiro was only the former.

How do normal couples get along?

...Utsunomiya Hoshino didn't know.

He has never had a normal romantic relationship.

The one who committed suicide was abnormal, Emma wasn't quite normal either, and Heero right now is even more abnormal.

Why is this incorrect?

......Um.

It's not about Hiro's emotions, nor what Hiro said, nor the act of feeding or not feeding just now.

Instead...

"Drip, drip..."

The sound of water.

very clear.

Because it's very close.

They were separated by only one door, and the door wasn't even closed yet.

The sound is very clear.

Along with the clear voice came hands clenched very tightly.

That's right.

At this moment, Hoshino Utsunomiya was at the corner of the path leading from the reception room to the shower room, which was the only... women's restroom in this prison.

Actually, the women's restroom shouldn't have had a door; at least, it wasn't marked as having one on the map.

But at this moment, he still added another door to the place.

Otherwise...

That would be too awkward.

The girl was watering the plants, and he was holding her hand.

That's a bit perverted.

But that's not what he asked for.

It was Hero who requested it.

I don't want to let go, I don't want to create distance. If I can't always be in your sight, then I'd rather just hold your hand like this.

So, quite awkwardly, it turned into the situation it is now.

A person was squatting inside, sticking their hand out from under the door.

A man stood outside, leaning his back against the side, holding the girl's hand.

Slight sweat beaded on his already smooth and slender palms, and a subtle scent permeated the relatively enclosed space.

The sound of water gradually faded and shortened, as if it could automatically fill in the illusion in one's mind.

Would lovers do this?

Hoshino Utsunomiya didn't know.

All he knew was that, amidst the rustling of clothes, the girl finally pushed open the door.

But they didn't leave.

"...Hoshino, are you going to the restroom?"

She whispered this suggestion to Hoshino Utsunomiya.

Hoshino Utsunomiya found out.

Hiro Nikaido is probably insane.

If they're crazy, then they're crazy.