Lonely Rock for the Blind.

But... well... there's a little bit of a regret?

It's like when you go to a tourist attraction, if you don't see everything the first or second time, you'll feel regretful when you get home, so you'll inevitably go a third time.

It seems like that's the feeling you're experiencing.

Snapped…

Gently close the door behind you.

Kita Ikuyo turned on her phone and used its light to pinpoint the position of the corner of the coffee table.

This time I won't kick it!

I quietly walked toward the bedroom door, which was not closed.

The closer they got, the lighter their footsteps became.

Then, under the watchful gaze of the moon, Kita Ikuyo stood before the sleeping Nekoyashiki Haru.

"...Hehe...It worked."

Kita Ikuyo chuckled softly.

Then I took out my phone, opened the camera, and started taking screenshots.

No matter the angle, Kita Ikuyo wanted to capture it all... She took photos continuously until she had taken dozens and there were no more photos left to take before she stopped.

"... "

So, what should we do now?

What does Ijichi-senpai usually do?

No... I don't know either.

Kita Ikuyo squatted down.

She gazed quietly at Nekoya Shikiharu's face.

Her gentle face was even more captivating as she slept, reflecting a tender smile on Kita Ikuyo's face as well.

Actually, you don't need to do anything... Just watching quietly is fine too...

Senior's sleeping face... I could look at it for a lifetime.

So this is fine too.

Kita Ikuyo's hand reached for the corner of the blanket.

Speaking of which, what do you wear to bed on your lower body...? I'm so curious...

Driven by curiosity, Kita Ikuyo lifted the corner of the blanket and peeked inside.

Snapped!

Then, the blanket was snatched back by Nekoyashiki Haru, who was frowning.

"!"

Kita Ikuyo's heart skipped a beat.

Then I saw that Nekoyashiki Haru just turned over and continued sleeping.

"…call…"

With a sigh of relief, Kita Ikuyo smiled as she looked at Nekoyashiki Haru's retreating figure.

"I'll snatch him away from everyone, please wait a little longer."

Kita Ikuyo finished speaking softly, and then admired the scene for a while longer.

Then he walked outside.

We've seen enough; we can leave now.

Walking home, Kita Ikuyo pulled out a black and gold pick from her collar.

Across from them, a person holding a guitar also noticed Kita Ikuyo's presence, and his expression instantly became tense.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

The sound of leaves rustling in the trees along the street filled the air.

boom!

The next moment, two speakers crashed down from the bushes in front of Kita Ikuyo and the man.

Chapter 180 Inescapable Death

"It's getting cold, time to eat."

Knock on Yamada Ryo's door, and Yamada Kyoka tilted her head, waiting for her daughter to open the door.

After a while, the door was opened.

Click...

Yamada Ryo, with dark circles under his eyes, looked at Yamada Kyoka.

"Honestly, why did I stay up all night again!"

Kyoka Yamada frowned.

"It's chilly! No more staying up late tonight!"

"... "

Yamada Ryo remained silent.

"What have you been doing at night lately...?"

Yamada Ryo shook his head without saying anything, and simply walked past Yamada Kyoka.

Kyoka Yamada looked into the room.

On the desk, thick books come into view.

Kyoka Yamada was slightly taken aback.

Then he suddenly turned around to look at Yamada Ryo's back.

"... "

...

……

.........

Stars.

"Huh...huh..."

Leaning against the table, Yamada Ryo breathed softly and steadily.

"... "

Nekoyashiki Haru turned her head to face Yamada Ryo.

popping...

Gently clap your hands near Yamada Ryo's ear, and Yamada Ryo suddenly opens his eyes.

"…What's wrong?"

Yamada Ryo frowned and looked at Nekoyashiki Haru.

"You just fell asleep."

"...I just closed my eyes to rest."

"You're practically snoring!"

"Uh…"

Yamada Ryo shifted his gaze.

Are you very tired lately?

"Do I fall asleep sometimes?"

"It feels different from usual."

Nekoyashiki Haru shook her head.

"Is it because of the arrangement of the new song?"

"…Um."

Yamada Ryo nodded.

"... "

Nekoyashiki Haru frowned.

"How about I help you?"

"No need, leave it to me."

Yamada Ryo shook his head, then repeated it.

"I can arrange the music all by myself."

"Ok."

Nekoyashiki Haru didn't insist, her purple, fragmented eyes gazing quietly at Yamada Ryo.

"Ah, Senior Ryo, don't slack off here."

Kita Ikuyo, dressed in a maid outfit, walked over.

"Why are you wearing a maid outfit again?"

"I asked Yamada Ryo."