The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

This point stands out in stark contrast to Arisa Wisteria.

Yes, it's Arisa Wisteria, a huge fan of balloons. I recognized balloons the moment I saw her painting, and she went out of her way to praise them.

Noah readily admitted that he was the balloon.

Because someone needs balloons.

But she didn't want to be a balloon all day.

Fortunately.

Hoshino will come; he will bring food to feed Noah.

Just wave your little hands, twist your head, and open your mouth to say "ah, ah" to show that you're being cute.

He would sigh and then feed Noah.

Is he taking Noah's child?

It doesn't matter if he's a child, because Noah was a child to begin with.

Since they are children, they not only need to be fed, have their heads patted, be lifted up high, carried on someone's back, ride horses, ride in cars, and take baths.

I want to experience everything I haven't had much of.

Noah is a child.

The balloon is the painter, and Noah is the child.

—If Noah had said he was a child, he would have really made Noah a child.

That's what he said.

How great.

If Noah wanted to be a child, he really could be a child.

But did Noah really want to be a child?

What flashed before my eyes were the paintings from the past two days.

Artwork depicting balloons.

An artistic composition featuring Meruru Ice and Hoshino Utsunomiya together.

What I want to enjoy is the feeling of being treated gently by him, like a child.

But what I don't want is to become a complete child in his eyes.

Therefore, Noah did not answer the question.

Once again, I tried to draw my clumsy painting, only to have it smeared by balloons once more.

Finally, I made up my mind.

I opened the shower door when it was dark.

'Take a bath together'

They happily engaged in even more intimate acts, enjoying the misty atmosphere of the shower room where they were together.

Noah Kinosaki knew that she liked Hoshino Utsunomiya.

I want Hoshino Utsunomiya to say that he likes Noah Kinosaki.

The thoughts in my head, the ideas in my mind.

Before we knew it, the casual conversation had drifted to the painting and the balloon.

My chest tightened.

He had never seen her paintings.

This is the thing I care about most.

If he had actually seen Noah's painting, if he, like everyone else, only wanted to see the painting of the balloon, then he would also say that Noah's painting was ugly.

Noah's drawing was terrible, clumsy, and awkward; it was just a scribble.

The balloon drawing is very good, amazing, and very attractive; it's a world-famous painting.

Noah is Noah, and a balloon is a balloon.

He said so.

He wanted to escape.

She didn't want him to escape.

and so.

Caught.

The scorching temperature burned my palm, even hotter than the hot water spraying directly from the showerhead.

The feeling of throbbing.

It beats in sync with the heartbeat in my chest.

You can't leave yet.

We haven't taken a bath together yet.

We just want to shower together.

Once you've got it, you won't let go.

Noah is Noah, a balloon is a balloon, Hoshino is Hoshino, and liking is liking.

When you squeeze into a crowded bathtub, your body pressed tightly together.

Noah Kinosaki seemed to understand.

Hoshino confessed to Noah, though she also brought up Meruru, Hannah Coco, and other random things.

However, Hoshino confessed his feelings to Noah.

What would Noah say?

How does Noah want to respond?

Noah wanted a kiss.

A kiss that you can touch by simply bending down.

She's almost there.

......

So, on the second day.

Noah Kinosaki took Hoshino Utsunomiya's hand and led her to the studio, where they sat down in front of the easel.

White paper, paint, paintbrush.

She was still holding his hand.

She reached out a hand and picked up the paintbrush.

Lightly dip the brush in paint.

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes.

Something amazing happened.

A perfect painting has emerged.

A misty shower, a crowded bathtub, Noah looking up, and Hoshino looking down.

“This is a painting of balloons.” Noah put down his pen and pointed to the painting in front of him: “It’s very beautiful, very beautiful.”

She reached out and took the painting, not crumpling it into a ball, but simply setting it aside.

He placed another sheet of white paper on the easel and picked up his brush again.

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes, four, five, six, seven, eight...

Clumsy, countless attempts at drawing, messy lines, chaotic colors, distorted human figures.

A large bathtub, two small figures, their lips barely touching.

She put down her pen.

He turned his head to look at Hoshino Utsunomiya and pointed at the painting.

"This is Noah's painting."

"It's so ugly, so ugly."

She slightly shifted the position of the drawing paper, picked up the previous drawing, and pasted them together for easy comparison.

Then he stood up from the stool.

"Noah, I'd like to hear Hoshino's opinion."

She went around to Utsunomiya Hoshino's back, hugged him around the waist, and hid her head behind him, not daring to look at her own painting or his expression.

What kind of feelings will you get, and what kind of evaluation will you hear?

She should have expected this.

But I still get nervous.

If even Hoshino likes drawings of balloons...

“What ideas does Noah want to hear?” he asked.

“Noah wants to hear Hoshino’s thoughts,” she said.

"..."

The air grew quiet, and a sense of tension permeated Noah Kinosaki's heart.

He seemed to have been watching in silence for quite a while.

Hoshino Utsunomiya pulled out a stool and sat down.

He took Noah Kinosaki's hand and pulled her into his arms, sitting down next to her.