My Romance Simulation with Them

It's about time to head back.

For Nanxiang Shi, that's probably how it ends.

But for another person in the room, it was a completely different story.

Goto Ichiri secretly watched Nango Toki, who had already started packing his things to go home.

Although I had already said I forgave her when I was in Nanxiang.

But that was said in front of Ichiki Nikka after all.

and...

She actually... also had a lot she wanted to say to Nango Toki...

Swallowed.

He clenched his fist.

My breathing is a little rapid.

My heart is racing.

A severe bout of social anxiety struck Goto Ichiri, but she still opened her mouth and managed to say what she wanted to say: "Ah... um... Nango-senpai..."

"Ok?"

Nanxiang turned his head.

Those clean, pure eyes looked over.

Faced with that gaze, Goto Ichiri felt his heart race once again.

but--

I've improved compared to before!

"That...that...!"

Goto Ichiri started loudly, then finished softly, "I have something I want to talk to you about. Can we go home together? I'm going to the station too."

It's not that I forgot to use punctuation.

Instead, Goto Ichiri spoke very softly and very quickly, as if she had rehearsed the words countless times in her mind before finally having the courage to say them.

"......" Nanxiang time.

silence.

A silence lasting half a minute fell.

Then--

"Excuse me, Yili, could you repeat that? You were speaking too fast, I didn't hear you clearly at all."

Nanxiang spoke with some apology.

He was still tidying up his things when he heard Goto Ichiri's rapid, low voice, and he didn't quite catch what she was saying.

"Well--?!"

This sentence was said.

Goto Ichiri's expression immediately twitched.

Yes...yes...

It's all my fault for speaking so fast, so hastily, and so softly...

I didn't hear it... There's nothing I can do about not hearing it, right? Heh... Heh heh heh...

Because she was doing something she was particularly bad at, Goto Ichiri gradually began to drift into her own world again, and her expression began to fluctuate wildly.

All sorts of random thoughts began to surface in my mind.

Speaking so fast and with unclear pronunciation, wouldn't that be annoying?

Won't that leave a bad impression?

What will happen in the end?

Death...death penalty?

Her expression began to twitch.

but--

"Yili, don't rush, tell me slowly."

A calm, steady voice rang in my ears.

This made Goto Ichiri subconsciously raise his eyes.

She only realized it later.

Nanxiang, who was just packing his things, was now standing in front of him.

The expression was completely different from what she had imagined: 'I will be disliked' or 'I will leave a bad impression'.

Nanxiang's gaze towards her always seemed so clean and gentle, without a trace of negative emotion or impatience.

His overly calm expression, which seemed to soothe the soul, miraculously calmed Goto Ichiri's previously restless heart.

She took a deep breath.

I mustered my courage once again.

"Um... um... can I go to the station with you, Nango-senpai? I have something I want to tell you."

This time.

She tilted her head back slightly, hiding it under her bangs, and looked at Nanxiang with her equally clear and clean blue eyes.

The sound was clearly audible.

"Okay, let's go together. Yili, you should pack your things too."

With a simple response, Nanxiang nodded with a smile.

"Ok!"

A resounding response.

For the first time, Goto Ichiri experienced the thrill of taking the initiative to invite someone out, and having them readily agree.

She nodded and turned to pack her things.

Actually, you don't need to bring that much stuff.

Guitars, student shoulder bags—these things don't even need to be organized.

It only took Nanxiang a little time to put the messed-up original manuscript back in order.

I walked out of the 'Starry Night' performance hall.

The evening breeze from Tokyo was blowing in my face.

Not only did it bring the scent of the city, but it also allowed Goto Ichiri to smell the scent emanating from Nango Toki.

It's not 'fragrant and sweet', but rather has a hint of seasoning and pizza flavor—the dish Nanxiang made at the 'Starry Night' performance hall today was a simplified version of Italian pizza.

He walked forward step by step, his back ramrod straight.

The bustling traffic and the neon lights of Tokyo at night create an exceptionally dreamlike atmosphere.

Goto Ichiri was very uncomfortable with this atmosphere.

The noisy, restless atmosphere of the metropolis at night always made her feel uncomfortable all over.

She turned her head slightly and looked in front of her.

There, Nanxiang Shizheng stood still, half-bending down, looking at the fried pork cutlet in the restaurant on the street.

It seems to be pondering whether it would be better to make this dish for the next meal.

Seeing him there calmed Goto Ichiri's somewhat anxious mood.

Slowly, I followed in his footsteps and continued walking forward.

that's it.

We walked forward for about a hundred meters.

Nanxiang Shi, who had been silent all along, spoke up: "Ichiri, is there anything you want to say to me?"

"Uh... ah... that..."

Goto Ichiri opened his mouth.

Although it was she who brought it up.

But at this point, it would be difficult to get her to say something like, "I'm sorry I attacked you."

On the contrary, there was a feeling of being unable to talk about it.

However, compared to her difficulty in speaking out.

Nanxiang laughed instead, as if she could see through her thoughts: "Do you still want to apologize for what happened before?"

"Um...yes."

Goto Ichiri opened his mouth, then nodded.

"I'd rather hear you say thank you than apologize."

Nango said with a smile, "After all, 'thank you' sounds better than 'I'm sorry'."

Is that so?

Goto Ichiri, who was completely led by the nose by Nango Toki, subconsciously responded.

But when she responded, she suddenly realized what was happening.

This has happened many times before.

Nanxiang would always try to accommodate her in this way.

This person... is always like this.