I really don't want to be reborn.

He thought of the 06 anime, which was coming out the following year, because the order of the episodes was a coincidence. The 06 Haruhi Suzumiya anime was broadcast out of order.

(Another work that also uniquely uses a non-linear narrative is Nisio Isin's "Monogatari Series" anime; the two share subtle similarities—)

Because Kyon didn't do his homework, he'll be stuck indefinitely in August.

Araragi Koyomi caused the destruction of a parallel world because he didn't do his homework...

"No homework, no homework, so it's all because I didn't do homework"—it seems like Tanigawa Nagaru and Nishio are hinting at something together...

"From Nagato Yuki's perspective, what would she think of these more than 10,000 repetitions? The setting is that the excessive repetition caused a bug, and then she, as an information humanoid terminal, developed human emotions."

In the Haruhi Suzumiya series, the story "Endless August" offers a unique perspective, something that goes against the grain of Makoto Shinkai's style.

Reversing nostalgia, instead of looking into the distance, we look at reality from afar.

"This is Nagato Yuki's perspective, a boring viewpoint that observes and counts the number of times, repeating memories again and again—Kousaka, what's wrong with you? Your face suddenly looks pale."

"It feels a little stuffy."

The hot wind from outside the window blew in, bringing a slight coolness before it became even hotter, numbing his thoughts that had just been stirred up like opium: "This boredom is painful."

"Although painful, it is also a form of postmodern art expression."

Kasumigaoka Utaha wrote on the paper: "Something that can be infinitely replicated, called a 'similarity,' I think the original author probably wanted to express that kind of feeling."

He stood behind her, looking at her handwriting: "American Pop Art?"

"Similarly, aren't we all living the same repetitive lives every day? What's the difference?"

"You think it's the same?"

She was slightly taken aback by the question, then laughed: "Kousaka-kun, I remember you asked a similar question back in the spring. I didn't use the inspiration from that time for the side story, but it's fine for a doujinshi, right?"

Kyosuke calmed down and put on a stubborn smile: "Okay, I'm really looking forward to your doujinshi, and to the ending of Nagato Yuki."

He couldn't help but ask again, "What do you think would happen if something like this happened to an ordinary high school boy? Like Kyon, if he kept retaining his memories and kept reliving them—"

"He would have gone mad long ago. Let alone more than 10,000 times, even persisting for ten times is not something an ordinary person can do."

The young woman casually remarked, "A man like that must be very charming; time gives men charm."

Kyosuke Kousaka, with a rather shrewd air, sighed with a sense of relief and stopped thinking about it.

Time overlaps with their shadows.

…………

As usual.

Kyosuke Kosaka began his first visit of July, to the home of his friend, Utaha Kasumigaoka.

Because the next day was a national holiday, he simply slept there that night—unlike the enlightened Mr. Kousaka Daisuke, Kasumigaoka's mother would never allow them to sleep in the same room for two nights.

After helping him set up the tatami mat that night, the girl in the nightgown teased him subtly, but before he could take it anymore, she immediately became serious and told him to go to bed early and not to visit other people's rooms at night.

"Well then, goodnight, Kousaka-kun~"

Kasumigaoka Utaha was barefoot, slightly bent over, and it seemed as if a pair of cute white doves wanted to fly out from her chest.

"See you tomorrow."

He winked at him mischievously.

Yes, there's a mischievous little monster in this girl's eyes.

As she lowered her head, her long black hair cast soft, gentle shadows: "Why are you looking at me like that? Didn't you eat enough for dinner? Do you want some snacks? I have a few bags of potato chips in my room."

She was so close that Kyosuke Kousaka's view was obscured by her flowing hair, yet he felt as if he were being gently embraced by velvety clouds, behind which flowed a deep and full tenderness.

The girl's strong scent after showering made him take a deep breath: "I wanted to ask, do you have any late-night snacks?"

No.

Kyosuke said matter-of-factly, "Can't you make me something?"

"No, I have so much to write tonight, I don't have time."

He suddenly changed the subject: "I was thinking, should I go to your room to rest? I remember you have a lot of cushions in your room, it's more comfortable to sleep with them."

Shiyu bit her lip, preparing to run back to her room.

She didn't know whether he was more comfortable sleeping with a pillow or with her: "I refuse..."

"But I'm worried you'll be staying up all night again."

Kasumigaoka Utaha was caught off guard by the sudden bend in the road, her brows furrowing in embarrassment: "W-So that's what you meant by coming to my room? Is that what you meant?"

Kyosuke was baffled: "Then what else could I mean?"

She walked out silently with her head down, and two minutes later she took a teddy bear from her room and threw it at him, her usually calm tone unusually exasperated: "You can sleep with it then!"

"boom!"

After the door closed, he held the bear-shaped pillow and smiled, a smile tinged with a wicked sense of humor.

The next day they stayed together again, and then at three o'clock in the afternoon, Kosaka said goodbye and went home. He glanced at his phone, which was almost full of emails, and lazily started his journey home.

Kirino sent him many emails expressing her anger two hours ago.

What's wrong with this guy now?

As I walked into the house, I was thinking, and then I spotted a pair of shoes that looked somewhat familiar in the entryway.

The shoes were a bit small, and the black shoes with fluttering ribbons on them didn't seem like something my sister would like.

Is it a black cat?

I think I understand now. Kirino's otaku friend is coming over to play today, right?

He was relieved to think that his silly little sister had finally come to her senses and even knew to invite her friends over. He first went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then took a bottle of juice from the refrigerator and walked towards the living room.

The living room was very quiet.

"Are you playing in Kirino's room?"

Kyosuke opened the living room door; the room was pitch black.

"..."

Someone drew all the curtains in the living room.

His vigilance spiked, and he wondered if his house had been robbed. Without turning on the lights, he slowly backed out, wondering, "Who's in there?"

A small scream rang out from the living room.

"who is it?"

"...Yes, it's me."

"..."

Speechless, Kyosuke turned on the light and, unsurprisingly, saw the guy sitting on the sofa.

"Black Cat, what are you doing? You scared me!"

The black cat, who had been sitting on the sofa in a queenly posture, was now curled up in a ball, her face flushed with shame and anger, staring coldly at the one who had embarrassed her.

This man...

That sound was terrifying! I was so scared!

"Hmph... It's quite an achievement that you made it this far; I should commend you."

"Thank you for the compliment... Wait, this is my home!"

------(ten)

Meow?

Nyapasu!

Drown Little Northerner!

Chapter Ten: Today is an auspicious day for educating my younger sister.

The woman in front of me, with her queen-like demeanor and cat-like appearance, is the same person on the cover.

Ruri Gokou, a middle school girl who always thinks she is the Fallen Celestial Cat Demon, is called "Evil Eye Electric Wave Girl" by a friend. The girl nicknamed Black Cat sits a little awkwardly.

"I bet this is your first time visiting a friend's house."

"No, no way!"

"You're panicking like a cockroach, what are you so nervous about?"

The black cat blushed and retorted, "You're the cockroach, you filthy male cockroach!"

She sat on the sofa, looking rather awkward, like someone incubating an ostrich egg, or perhaps a fawn surrounded by people on a lakeside.

Timid and cowardly, putting on a show of bravado.

"Why are you drawing all the curtains in the living room?"

"...didn't do anything."

The cat turned its head away.

Kyosuke could tell that Kuroneko was feeling very down.

He recalled the emails his sister had sent him not long ago, and lost in thought, he casually pulled open the curtains, instantly illuminating the room. Turning around, he saw the black cat with its eyes tightly closed.

Hmm, what kind of reaction is this?

That panicked expression was just like a kitten's reaction when someone pets its head.

Too bright?

"...I'm not good at dealing with sunlight."

Are you an albino Queen of the Night or a sewer vampire who turned out to be a bat spirit?

You're getting way too into character!

He pulled the curtains back a little, wanting to find out exactly what had happened: "Where's Kirino?"

"...in the room."