I really don't want to be reborn.

Seeing the impatience in her eyes, Kyosuke roughly understood that she was annoyed that he had interrupted her writing time.

"Sorry to take up just a little more of your time; the conversation can't just end like this."

The girl remained silent.

The exhaled breath was like a casual sigh, without any particular pattern.

"She doesn't have any of those labels like tsundere, sharp-tongued, or big-breasted. This character is more like a real troublesome younger sister, an ordinary younger sister who needs protection."

What about the ending?

Kasumigaoka silently asked the question with her eyes.

"I haven't finished this game yet, you can try."

Kyosuke stood up and walked behind her: "If I had to give an example, you could think of it as a simplified version of 'Autumn in My Heart'."

"Ok?"

"Korean dramas, you know?"

Shi Yu frowned deeply: "That would be too vulgar."

His fingers gently ran through her hair, and it felt like the wind blowing through a meadow, or like clumps of sand in springtime in Chiba—dry and gentle.

He assumed she didn't know he was touching her hair.

"It's vulgar, that's what everyone likes."

Beneath the girl's eyelashes, a gentle breeze seemed to blow, causing her eyes to flicker before darkening again.

The air was crisp and sweet.

She knows it.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigh, I'd better skip Korean dramas, I can't handle them. Autumn in My Heart definitely borrowed a lot from Kana Hanazawa.

I feel like I'm always doing archaeology...

Chapter Nineteen: Greedy You, Please Slowly Close Your Eyes

Spring mornings can actually be a bit chilly.

Kirino rubbed her eyes groggily, falling asleep with a mix of emotions. She felt that her sleep was uneven, with many images appearing but she couldn't recall them now. Her sleep was half-awake and half-asleep, and she felt more tired when she woke up than when she hadn't slept at all.

She draws back the curtains... This is the first thing she does every morning when she gets up, letting the light stream in, which makes her feel warm.

Psychological warmth.

The sky on a spring morning is a chilly, crab-shell-green.

She pushed open the window and took a deep breath of cold air. Although it dispelled her sleepiness, her head was still a little dizzy. In Natsume Soseki's words, she felt awkward all over.

It's awkward, much like dividing ten by three.

Hearing the noises from next door, she knew her brother had gotten up. She also knew that her attention was completely drawn to the sounds from next door, and she was anxiously waiting to see if her brother would knock on the door and gently call her to get up.

She knew what this feeling of being anxious and insecure was called.

Having a crush or something...

Ah, a weed in the spring, living in constant fear.

Kirino clenched her fists to encourage herself. She exhaled and felt confident that she could do it, no matter what she did.

She's a greedy person; she wants so much.

I want my friends from school too!

I also want my favorite erotic games!

She wanted her brother's gentle care and life advice.

She wants more.

Since we have so many things we want, shouldn't we be even more motivated to do our best in everything and strive to leave no regrets?

She roughly understood what it felt like to love someone; it was like suddenly having a weakness, and suddenly having motivation.

Kirino Kousaka sat in her school seat, squinting as she used her phone to record her feelings. She wasn't very good at writing, so her sentences were fragmented and scattered.

"Yes, that's right. I want him to be happy more than anyone else in the world, but the thought that I won't get a share of that happiness still makes me very sad."

"Kirino!"

Suddenly tapped on the shoulder by her best friend, Kirino Kousaka hurriedly hid her phone, forcing a smile: "What's up, Kanako?"

Kanako is not the Kana from "Kana's Sister".

Kanako Kurusu, her classmate and best friend, is petite with a flat chest. She looks like an elementary school student at first glance, but she has a slightly cunning personality.

The short guy stared at Kirino suspiciously, making her feel guilty: "W-what's wrong?"

"Hmm, what were you doing on your phone just now? Were you checking emails? Sending an email to your boyfriend?"

"I don't have a boyfriend! I was just looking at my work schedule."

Kanako knew she was talking about her work as a magazine model, and shrugged, looking rather bored: "Ah, popular people are always busy."

They managed to fool them!

Kirino had just breathed a sigh of relief when her little lie was ruthlessly exposed. Her best friend, Ayase Aragaki, who was also a magazine model, looked at her strangely: "But weren't you supposed to be off work today?"

He started to feel anxious again: "Yes, yes..."

Fortunately, the two girls didn't pay attention. They discussed buying some things after school. As they walked out of the classroom, Kanako glanced at the boys in her class who were discussing games: "Ugh... Otaku are disgusting."

...This gives you a chance to reorganize your language.

…………

A woman's skin is pearly white.

It is round and smooth, like velvet.

What about a girl's skin?

"I think milk is the best metaphor."

"milk?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha cleaned the two lunch boxes. She envied Kousaka for having a normal mother, unlike her own, who was quite willful and sometimes made lunch boxes very casually when she didn't have time.

On several occasions, I even put the thermos flask inside the box...

Of course, she didn't know that although Kosaka's mother wasn't willful, she was very stingy.

When Kirino was in junior high school, she was too naughty, so her mother made her a bento box with soy sauce drizzled on tofu. She was completely dumbfounded when she opened the box.

Kyosuke rarely makes his mother angry. The worst treatment he gets is a ramen bento box. The cooked ramen noodles lie in the box one by one, looking like a bunch of yellowish-brown earthworms, which is extremely unpleasant to look at.

Kasumigaoka also felt terrible.

Why should I have to wash this guy's boxes?

We were discussing things while eating, but when we came to our senses, we realized we had two lunchboxes in our hands.

"milk?"

Forcing herself to suppress the strange feeling in her heart, she immersed herself in the imagery of literature: "Milk, milk...a bright lamp is lit inside the marble lampshade?"

Stendhal?

"Yes, or as Balzac said, polished with a tumbler, white and bright as silk. Westerners seem to like to use the metaphor of porcelain to describe women's skin, so why are you using milk?"

Kyosuke withdrew his gaze from Kasumigaoka Utaha's rapidly developing body: "I still insist on milk."

The girl slowly looked over, a hint of confusion on her profile.

"However, we should add a prefix, such as morning milk, which is snow-white, fresh and vibrant, and gleams slightly in the reddish light of the rising sun, while ceramics are ultimately cold."

Kasumigaoka pondered for a while, then buried himself in writing, remaining silent.

A soft rustling sound filled the room as a pen scribbled on paper, the wind rustled through hair, and Kousaka Kyosuke gazed at the girl's profile, half of her face.

It's still early, there's still an hour before class starts, and it will be four years and seven months before the record is updated. He wants to close his eyes and rest for a bit; writing is very mentally taxing.

"Kosaka-kun."

"……Um?"

"I think the milk analogy is okay, but there's one thing I'm curious about. You seem to know a lot about girls' skin. Does that knowledge come from your adorable 'One Moment'?"

The ending note was light and cheerful, as if it were a joke.

From the side, only a glimpse of her eyes could be seen. This person's eyes were always so beautiful, like beautiful rubies quietly resting in the water, soft on top and cold on the bottom.

He also joked, "It's not a younger sister. I often see a girl with skin as white as milk in this room, and I really like her...the color of her skin."

A girl with skin like milk and a figure like a cow—he swallowed half of that compliment.

Kasumigaoka didn't react for a moment: "This clubroom? Where is it?"

Kyosuke smiled but remained silent.

The girl's voice disappeared, as if her words had turned into a very faint blush, gently brushing against her cheeks.

I flirted with him!

I managed to snag a cute apple.

Try flirting with a girl who likes you, but she doesn't. It's no use flirting with her like a pineapple. If you flirt with the pineapple so much that you turn up all the thorns, you might even prick your hand.

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Should I change the update time to the evening?

Chapter Twenty: Why Does Your Name Resemble an April Rose?

Chiba is close to the sea, where the sea and sky blend into one.

There aren't actually that many tall buildings in Benzhan, so the view is excellent, and you can see very far.