My daily life in love is too contrary to my character.

Is this an expression of liking?

“That’s how kids are. They can’t talk, so they resort to pranks to get girls’ attention.” Shiraishi Sawa chuckled, then placed his hand on the tree beside him. “Yuko, look up!”

Only then did she realize Shiraishi Sawa's true purpose in changing positions. Takanashi Yuko no longer looked up, covered her ears, bent over, and was wary of the snowdrifts that were about to fall.

Several seconds passed, but nothing happened.

Takanashi Yuuko opened her eyes and cautiously looked to her side. The boy, brighter and warmer than the sunlight, was smiling smugly, his eyes seemingly brimming with spring.

During the cherry blossom season in April, we must make him smile like this.

"You've been fooled, haven't you? How could I bear to bully you?"

“Of course you’d be willing to part with it.” Takanashi Yuuko straightened up, speaking softly and with amusement.

"The one who understands me is Kotori." As soon as he finished speaking, Shiraishi Sawah struck the tree trunk hard with his hand, then quickly slid out of the tree's reach, looking down at the ground with a smug look.

The snow, which had been accumulating for who knows how long—a day, or a month—could no longer hold its ground and, accompanied by the trembling of the branches, began to fall in a flurry.

The girl in the heavy snow hadn't even reacted yet, forgetting to tuck her head in.

The swirling snowflakes, the girl with snow piled on her shoulders and head, transformed into a winter elf at this moment—but an adorable winter elf.

"You got tricked again," Shiraishi Sawa looked at his finished product with satisfaction, slid over, and began to brush the snow off the girl. "You're so clumsy."

“But if this is how you express your affection, Shiraishi, then I must accept it.” Takanashi Yuuko said, squinting contentedly as she enjoyed Shiraishi Sawah’s cleaning.

"Idiot, I told you that's how little kids express themselves. I'm seventeen years old, how could I be so childish?" Shiraishi Zexiu firmly shook his head in denial.

Unfortunately, nobody believed it.

--

"Shall we go eat next?" After leaving the ski resort, Takanashi Yuko checked the time. It wasn't even four o'clock yet when Shiraishi Sawa Hide called her out, so she asked.

"No, we're going to Tsugaru to take the stove-warming train. We'll eat dinner after we get home. They've already cooked for us, so it's better to eat dinner there." Shiraishi Sawa, who had planned ahead, led the way.

They then took a bus to the railway station and bought tickets there.

After waiting a short while on the platform, the retro-styled tram slowly pulled up.

The train is not long, with only four carriages. At first glance, the exterior appears to be made of red fir wood, with mottled wood grain encircling it in circles.

Only upon closer inspection can one see that it's actually just painted; the metal itself is still sheet metal.

As Yuko Yuko walked onto the train, the first thing that caught her eye was the retro charcoal stove. From the opening, she could see the red-hot charcoal burning, its black and red hues intertwined, and the warm heat distorted the air above.

The temperature inside the carriage was just right, and a faint aroma of charcoal filled the entire train.

The two people sat down, and the train slowly started moving, maintaining this "slow" pace as it continued to travel along the tracks at a brisk walking speed.

Each double seat has a small, semi-transparent curtain outside.

"Entering old age ahead of schedule." Among the passengers on the train, the two of them were the youngest. Shiraishi Sawah whispered this in Takanashi Yuko's ear.

"It would be wonderful to think about having Shiraishi by my side when I'm old." The car was very warm, and Takanashi Yuko took off her heavy coat, revealing a fitted sweater underneath.

The sweater accentuates the alluring curves of the body, making even a pure and ethereal goddess appear captivating and alluring.

Her waist was incredibly thin, yet her breasts were full and her legs were long and shapely.

Hideaki Shiraishi took off his coat and hung it on the hook opposite him, while also pulling up the curtain.

He pulled up the armrest in the middle of the chair, and the two of them pressed their bodies tightly together, but there were no other movements. He put his arm around her waist, and she leaned on his shoulder, as they looked at the endless white plain outside.

"I might just die of old age."

"You can't say that." Takanashi Yuuko was a little annoyed and angrily covered Shiraishi Sawa's mouth. Then, thinking of that scene, her eyes unconsciously became sad.

"Then I won't live either," she concluded.

"You're silly. You'll live, and then you won't like me anymore because I'll be 'old and faded.' You'll like someone younger." Shiraishi Sawa pulled the hand away from his mouth and flicked Takanashi Yuuko's nose.

"Impossible! I only like Zexiu!" The girl looked at the person next to her.

"I'll probably like someone else by then."

"That's Zexiu's business. I don't care how many people he likes, as long as Zexiu has me in his heart." Takanashi Yuko seemed completely indifferent to this.

"Hey, Yuuko, why aren't you following the script? Shouldn't you be asking me who I'd like?" Shiraishi Zexiu said helplessly, but tightened his grip on her arm.

Who would want to let go?

"Oh~ So who will you like then?" the girl asked belatedly.

"You'll love our children, won't you? They'll be so young then."

"I..." Takanashi Yuko stammered, clearly having spoken too soon, "But I will still like you."

The sun was shining brightly, and her black hair, hanging down to one side of her cheek, resembled a cluster of crystals, seemingly glowing. Combined with her blushing profile, she was simply stunning.

"Then tell me if you'll like someone younger then."

"...Yes." The thought of it being his and her child filled her with immense sweetness.

"You betrayed me, Yuko—I'm exhausted, I can't go on like this anymore." But he started acting like a rogue.

"Then what should I do?"

"Forget it, you don't need to like our child either, just like me." The child was deprived of the right to be loved by the father before he was even born.

“Okay.” Even the child’s mother agreed.

(Unborn child: You're so high and mighty, you're so amazing, you show off your love by sacrificing me!)

The view outside the window had changed to mountains and forests, with an icefall in the distance, its frozen water hanging in the air, reflecting a pale blue light.

A half-frozen, withered leaf stands out conspicuously among them.

The scenery is dreamlike and enchanting; the train is heading towards winter, and also towards a dream.

"Freshly roasted dried squid, would any guests like some?" the train conductor asked in the aisle.

"Give me one," said Shiraishi Sawa, pulling back the curtain. "And a bottle of sake, please."

"Ok."

The curtains were drawn back, and Shiraishi Sawa placed the dried squid and sake by the window.

"They didn't even check if I was under 18. If I report her, I'm finished."

"That's not a good idea."

"Of course not, ah." Shiraishi Sawah picked up a dried squid and fed it to Takanashi Yuuko.

He poured himself a cup of sake and leaned comfortably against the girl's chest.

"I was paid in advance for feeding you just now, now it's your turn to feed me."

Takanashi Yuuko gave Shiraishi Sawa Hide a reproachful look, but pulled him a little closer to her chest to prevent him from slipping down.

She unconsciously began to massage him with both hands.

Dried squid is grilled over charcoal, giving it a wonderfully fresh aroma. It's a great snack to pass the time.

Soft hands, soft breasts, soft thighs, and the view outside the window all seem to soften.

"Ah—" he opened his mouth.

She fed him gently.

--

The loudspeaker inside the carriage was playing a gentle waka poem.

"If you want to see the sea, you can actually take the Shiragami sightseeing train later. I took it on the one the school organized. Although it wasn't winter, the sea view was still pretty good."

Following the rhythm of the waka poem, Shiraishi Sawa, who was lying between the two sides of the mountain, picked up the wine that the girl had poured for him, took a sip, and said.

"You can sit down later," Takanashi Yuuko replied. She would never have too much time like this.

"Let's check the time later. The train to Nuanlu is about 20 kilometers. Let's see if we have time after we finish the ride. If not, we can do it next time. Anyway, we still have time."

"Good~"

"Yuko, let's see if you really don't drink at all." He picked up a dried squid, dipped it in sake, hesitated for a moment, then put it in his mouth. He dipped his finger in sake and held it above his head.

His fingers were enveloped in warmth, and even after the drink had been replaced by saliva, the other person continued to gently lick them until Shiraishi Sawah pulled away on his own.

"What should I do if I get drunk?" The voice came from above, and I could feel her chest pounding behind my head.

"Don't worry, I'm here. Only I would molest you."

"That's good."

"Can you feel it?"

"Not at the moment."

"Yuko, you've proven yourself! You can actually drink a drop of alcohol." Looking up at the girl's beautiful face, which was still flushed, Shiraishi Sawa praised her.

"yeah."

--

Because the speed was too slow, it was already six o'clock when I finished the entire 20.7-kilometer journey.

They decided to postpone the Shiragami sightseeing train trip until next time, and then the two of them took a bus home.

......

Playing with Mimi's tail lying on him, Shiraishi Sawah relaxed comfortably on the sofa after taking a bath, watching the latest American drama.

The fireplace in the corner of the living room distorts the air, transmitting warmth.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from above; this time it could only be Yuko Takanashi.

Shiraishi Sawa and Mimi looked up together, at the familiar Type 7 environment, and at the girl who was looking at them as she went downstairs.

It felt so familiar, as if I had experienced it just the day before yesterday—which is indeed the case.

The exquisite composition is a stunning sight worthy of being captured by a camera.

However, although the environment has not changed, the models in this scenery have changed. If Soga Kirei gives people a sense of coolness in autumn and winter, then Kotori Yuko gives people a sense of vitality in spring and summer.

"Yuko, you're going home now, aren't you?" Shiraishi Zexiu preemptively asked.

“Of course I’ll go back with Zexiu.” Takanashi Yuko tilted her head and said firmly, as if it were a truth.