I really don't want to be reborn.

The only two third-year students in the club who could play the piano pushed up their glasses: "Although I can't play, I've heard him play a few times. His arpeggio speed seems a little different."

"...It's very heavy."

It's not a matter of speed, but rather the deep, indistinct sound, which actually sounds more comfortable in this spacious area.

The person whose arms were flying opened his eyes. Several strong, powerful thumps, like the beating of a heart, propelled him forward, into the future.

Below the stage, a pair of brown pupils reflected his face.

The person playing the piano is a hypocrite.

That's what she thought.

It's difficult for such a person to distinguish which part of their life is real and which part is fabricated.

very dangerous.

We need to keep our distance.

As Kousaka Kyosuke finished the last note, he looked up as if sensing something, only to be met with a pair of brown eyes that held a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

The girl speaks very good English; she knows the phrase "missed a beat."

They were far apart, but he knew the girl's eyes were brown.

She has an outstandingly beautiful face, with two black bows tied in her brown twin ponytails, and a white top revealed after her previous performance costume was removed.

As a wave of applause erupted, he also received a gentle smile.

Has that girl been like this since high school?

He always wore a gentle, crescent-shaped smile, no matter who he was talking to.

What a hypocrite.

………………

"Kousaka, thank you for your hard work."

"You're welcome."

He stretched backstage: "I need to go to my office and take a nap."

"Come join our club! There are a few beautiful girls there who admire you!"

Kosaka waved his hand with a wry smile, rejecting the intense gaze of the Light Music Club president.

"Don't even think about it. I'm the second-in-command of the Literature Club. If you really want to jump ship to your side, aren't you afraid that Kasumigaoka will go ballistic?"

Everyone fell silent.

It seems that Kasumigaoka Utaha is quite famous at this school.

Back in his office, he chuckled and reported the matter to his beloved minister: "I feel like they're all a little afraid of you?"

The girl on the other end of the phone sounded listless, as if she had just woken up from a nap, and she was probably speaking with her eyes closed: "Because I'm fierce, I'm a fierce woman."

"It's a giant tiger."

The big tiger chuckled lightly: "Is the matter resolved?"

"Successfully completed."

Her voice was so warm it seemed to melt: "You've worked so hard, Kousaka."

When others said this, Kyosuke Kousaka didn't have much of an opinion; he just humbly accepted it.

But when she said that, Kyosuke Kosaka reacted differently, pursing his lips: "Yes, being your deputy is incredibly hard work. Is there any reward?"

"Would you like some local specialties? Let me count: we have pickled vegetables, knife carvings, round fans, tea ink, red-skinned liquor, and—"

"Of course I need it, what else?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice was light and cheerful, with a hint of joy: "And the big tiger mask you like."

"I want them all."

"Hmm... then I'll send it to my home. You haven't forgotten where I live, have you?"

He wanted to ask why she didn't just send it to his home, but then he thought that a girl sending local specialties directly to a boy's home was the same as a girl visiting her parents' home.

That's basically the point where they're discussing marriage.

Having guessed that he was embarrassed, Kyosuke didn't press the matter.

"I just learned how to make bird-shaped hot pot here. I'll make it for you when I get back, okay?"

(Asuka Hot Pot...you mean the special hot pot made with Ms. Saito Asuka as the main ingredient, right?)

Of course, all he could say was "okay."

It had been a while since we last met, but Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice was still as gentle as ever.

Men cannot resist a woman's gentleness.

If a woman's beauty is pleasing to the eye, then her gentleness is a serious practical issue, because a gentle woman can often provide a man with more spiritual comfort.

He spoke with Kasumigaoka Utaha and took a nap in the clubroom. It was almost the end of the first day of the cultural festival when he was woken up by a sound drifting in from outside the window.

For someone who is sleeping, no matter how beautiful the singing is, it is not much different from the buzzing of a mosquito.

"Sing your sister's song..."

He yelled at the window, a sound that seemed to have splashed a bottle of sulfuric acid on the girl's clear singing, bringing it to an abrupt halt.

"..."

"..."

The two remained silent for a long time. Just when he thought the other party had made a fool of themselves and wanted to move on, there was a knock on the door of the Literature Department office.

The loud knocking on the door carried a hint of anger.

"You still dare to come knocking on our door..."

Knowing this is the Literature Department, how dare you come here to demand an explanation?

Kyosuke Kosaka composed himself, straightened his posture, and was impeccable in every way, from his demeanor to his tone of voice: "Please come in."

"Sorry to bother you."

With a hint of trepidation, she slowly pushed the door open and came in.

The girl's brown twin ponytails swayed with unease, and when they finally met, they both felt a shared sense of dread.

He felt a bit troubled because he saw an "old friend".

The other person, on the other hand, was annoyed with themselves, having told themselves to stay away from this dangerous man, yet they had insisted on walking right into his clutches.

One cycle has passed.

Or rather, it happened two years earlier than expected.

When Kousaka Kyosuke met her again, his lips twitched: "Hello, Kogiso... classmate."

"..."

Kogiso bit her lip, remained silent, and slowly retreated.

Close the door.

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I would never watch "Scum's Wish"!

I'll jump off this cliff if I see it once!

White Album is definitely better. Speaking of which, the first part of White Album has a much more complex and extensive relationship than the second part.

Do any of you have Rina Ogata...?

Chapter Fourteen: I fell upon the snowflakes, and it was white again...

"Excuse me, student, I thought this was the restroom."

"Kiso-kun is joking. The name of the Literature Club is written on the door—or rather, do you have vision problems?"

"I--"

"You can't actually read, right?"

Inside the Literature Club's office, Ogiso Setsuna, who claimed she had accidentally wandered in while looking for the restroom, frowned slightly: "You seem to have a lot of opinions about me?"

Kousaka Kyosuke poured her tea: "You seem a little afraid of me?"

She thought to herself that this person looked dangerous at first glance, and her instinct made her stay far away, but it seemed that her luck was not so good.

I was just going to the rooftop to vent my feelings and sing a few songs, how did I end up meeting this piano boy?

"The reason I have a problem with you is because I'm grumpy when I wake up. I was sleeping soundly when you woke me up."

"Really? Hehe."

Appeared!

The first woman who dared to laugh at him!

"You don't need to deny it. No one in this school would go up there to sing, and your voice is so unique that you won't forget it once you've heard it."

Kogiso smiled and said, "Oh."

silence.

Troublesome.

Compared to the Ogiso Setsuna I met in college, she seems to have a more individualistic personality now.

Now, let me introduce this girl.

A student in Class 2-A of the Mine City University Affiliated High School, this year's Mine City University Affiliated Miss, known as the "legendary songstress," is a typical school idol.

In contrast to her glamorous appearance, she is usually very approachable and has a harmonious and happy family.

Based on these points alone, Setsuna Ogiso and Kyosuke Kousaka belong to the same type.

It's like the so-called "other people's child".