I really don't want to be reborn.

"Can't I even watch from behind?"

"Absolutely not."

Kosaka sat opposite her, staring intently at her face.

Life, living, can perhaps only be truly appreciated at times like these.

She was the same.

Only when deep in thought does his brow furrow, revealing his innermost thoughts, open and unreserved.

He received an email on his phone. He looked down and saw it was from his sister, telling him to go home early because "Da Capo 2: DCSS" was about to start.

Kasumigaoka Utaha stayed in the clubroom a little longer.

Go home early and watch cartoons with your cute little sister.

Which one should I choose?

…………

"So you finally decided to come back."

As soon as he entered his sister's room, he was greeted by this sentence that sounded like a female ghost's lament that had been lingering for hundreds of years.

Kirino gave him a disapproving look, her gaze shifting as if she were looking at a taxi full of passengers—first surprise, then disappointment, and finally disgust.

The bed sheet was pale yellow, like waves of wheat.

If June is a time of blooming green grass and fragrant aromas, then July is a time of mixed joy and sorrow, as the rolling wheat fields stretch to the horizon along with the grasslands.

He looked at his younger sister, who was rolling around on the bed out of boredom, and at her casual clothes. He thought Kirino looked just like a big tanuki waiting for its owner in a wheat field.

Not a big orange cat...

To comfort his sister, he told her this warm analogy. He figured that after hearing such comforting words, the girl would feel a little shy and then forget about the fact that he was late.

However, the first question asked by Ms. Kirino Kousaka, who has an impressively low emotional intelligence, almost made him choke.

"What about August?"

August my ass!

Are you really a girl, Kirino?

Kyosuke Kosaka covered his forehead, a little curious whether his sister peed standing up. He sighed speechlessly, "August is August. Okay, I'm sorry I came back late. I'm sorry I couldn't go see Da Capo Island with you."

I understand now.

My sister is my sister; she's completely different from Kasumigaoka Utaha.

This guy's brain is definitely filled with desires; most of the time, his brainwaves are not on the same frequency as mine—no, they're not even on the same spectrum! Kirino is just such a cliché middle school student!

"Then I'll play games with you tonight."

He put on a merciful act: "Let's forget about the 18+ rating. If Dad sees this again, I won't be able to protect you."

"whispering sound!"

The younger sister hesitated, remembering that there seemed to be some hardcore adult content inside the door that her brother hadn't discovered. Should she take it out now?

I just don't know if my brother can accept it...

It's really heavy stuff. Even I found it a bit too much to handle, which is why I sealed it away. Should I break the seal now?

She pressed one hand against the side door of the closet while glaring at her brother through gritted teeth.

Kyosuke stared at his sister silently, seemingly unaware of what was going on, but in reality, cold sweat was already breaking out on his back.

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly heated up, not scorching, but sultry.

A girl's boudoir seems to transform into a bell in a hot coal, slowly steaming the person inside until they sweat.

After a long while, Kirino finally took a deep breath.

She sat back down by the window, put her laptop on her lap, and said calmly, "I'll continue writing my novel."

"Ah."

I just feel restless when I don't turn on my computer.

Unable to bear it any longer, Kirino pushed away the computer, lay down on the bed with a sigh of relief, and muttered, "I'll write this on my phone..."

------(eight)

Thank you, Mr. Rookie, for the 140 razor blades.

The fifth watch of the night is truly cruel.

Please don't mind the chapter title coming from Buddhist scriptures; I think it's fine.

Chapter Six: Can you feel it? The beautiful and lovely pigeons.

July 10th.

Volume 6 of "A Certain Magical Index" was released in Tokyo.

Kousaka Kyosuke and Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the huge crowd at the sales event, so large that they were speechless: "In terms of numbers, it shouldn't be too many, but it's a bit scary when all these people are gathered together."

"Do you have trypophobia?"

"No."

Kyosuke Kosaka, holding her hand, stood outside the crowd, his face pale. "Even without trypophobia, it gets unbearably hot with so many people. I really want to give each of these guys an injection of sodium pentothiobarbiturate..."

Yes, their friendship took another step forward in June, and now they're at the point where they can hold hands.

Are they friends?

Of course! That's what friendship is all about!

This is the kind of friendship that most people should have experienced!

After complaining, Kosaka turned to look at her, noticing the faint bags under her eyes: "Didn't you sleep last night?"

"I didn't get enough sleep."

Well, Kasumigaoka Utaha shouldn't be this tired, but she's recently become obsessed with writing doujinshi, and specifically, doujinshi about the "Haruhi Suzumiya series." This time, she's not just hastily writing an outline for Kuroneko; she's genuinely interested in it herself.

She is very similar to Kyosuke Kosaka. Kyosuke prioritizes doing what is necessary, while she only shows great enthusiasm for what interests her.

However, writing fanfiction about Haruhi Suzumiya is not easy.

When she felt tired, it was almost 3 a.m. Although she felt that the quality of the opening text was really unsatisfactory, she had to give up her plan to stay up for another hour when she thought of her "good friend's" advice.

"I have never seen the sun; I could have endured the darkness, but—"

"Are you still trying to say that the sunlight has made your desolation even more desolate? Leave that American reclusive poet alone; she's had it tough too."

She's angry!

She's been so obedient, but this "good friend" is still pushing her luck, giving her attitude: "Three o'clock? Why don't you stay up all night? You have to be asleep before one o'clock!"

Kasumigaoka was naturally unhappy: "I have a lot of things to do tonight, how can that little time be enough?"

Kyosuke Kosaka didn't care at all: "I can help you, as long as you don't mind me writing the outline for you."

Kasumigaoka Utaha waved her hand in refusal: "That won't do."

She is distressed.

Having a history of collapsing from exhaustion and ending up in the hospital, Kyosuke Kosaka, despite his mature and composed demeanor, was actually extremely worried about this person: "Okay, okay, I'll go to sleep before 2 AM, is that alright?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who rarely makes concessions, actually often yields to him, like now—at first he just held her sleeve, then he held her hand, and now their fingers are intertwined!

It was already unbearably hot; didn't he know that sticking his shirt up like that would make his heart race and cause him to sweat?

Male, masculine, taking advantage of others.

I really hate it...

Kyosuke Kosaka pulled her to the back of the crowd, glanced ahead, and muttered to himself, "How much further is it?"

"It's quite far from here, sir."

"It doesn't matter—a smart girl like you wouldn't object to the journey or distance."

"It's not the voyage, but the distance, and the vast ocean separating us—"

"What place is it separated from?"

"Along with England and Thornfield, and—"

"what?"

"The same as you, sir."

A young couple, brimming with artistic flair, stood hand in hand in the crowd. The single people around them were speechless at this Jane Eyre-esque display of affection and glared at them with resentment.

Ok……

We can deduce that.

Most people who like watching "A Certain Magical Index" are still single.

Moreover, they are often forced to eat dog food.

Wang!

…………

"oops."

Kyosuke Kosaka suddenly stopped, and the girl behind him bumped into him.

At that moment, he felt as if he had been hit on the back by a cotton ball.

Kasumigaoka, hands over his chest, looked somewhat annoyed, like a rabbit that had run into a tree stump: "Why did you suddenly stop?"

Kyosuke Kosaka didn't say anything.

He is reflecting on his actions.