In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

The bedroom for resting is not as spacious as the living room, and it is not equipped with sofas or chairs; the layout is relatively simple.

Therefore, the place he was referring to was his own made-up bed, and there was really no need to take a cushion from the closet late at night.

Saeko nodded slightly and sat down as he instructed. The soles of her feet, pressed against her bottom, felt the lingering warmth, and her heart began to beat even faster.

Even when he did sit-ups so quickly in front of Shiyu before, it wasn't like this at all...

Outside the window, the bright moon hangs high, and the distant mountains stand silently in the night.

A bird of unknown species flew low overhead, making a whooshing sound as it spread its wings, before falling silent again.

"...The night is beautiful."

Gen Chiya also sat down cross-legged next to Saeko, not far away, only two fists apart.

They are usually inseparable and talk about everything, but for some reason they seem a little reserved at this moment.

For some reason, Yuan Qianye was hesitant to get straight to the point and made a trivial opening remark.

"Yes, it's a beautiful night view. You rarely see this in Tokyo. It's all thanks to Eriri."

Saeko probably had a similar mindset, with different thoughts colliding in her mind. Although she had thought through many things while lying in bed pretending to be asleep, she was unsure how to bring them up.

But when the time comes, they still show some weakness and stage fright due to various concerns.

After all, not everything is like swordsmanship; you just need to focus on your opponent and forge ahead relentlessly.

There are just too many things to consider...

For some reason, the scene quieted down again.

Saeko gradually noticed that Chiya's gaze towards her was becoming increasingly intense, accompanied by signs of erratic breathing.

Their eyes met again at extremely close range. This time, seeing Saeko's wet eyes, it was Minamoto Chiya who couldn't bear it and turned her head to the side.

Saeko looks amazing in her navy blue yukata; the wide sleeves revealing her forearms and the subtle cleavage shown through the crossover neckline are just too stunning…

"Saeko, you specifically said those things to me at the bathhouse earlier, there must be something you wanted to say."

It's time to get down to business. If we don't get down to business soon, in this ambiguous, sweet, and private atmosphere, coupled with Saeko's gentle yet somewhat desireful expression that seems to suggest she's completely at his mercy, and that lewd body that perfectly embodies one of the seven deadly sins, "lust," I feel like I might lose control and do something at any moment.

“I do have something I want to ask of Chiya.” Saeko nodded gently, her hands resting on her thighs slowly clenching.

Yuan Qianye said gently, "No need to be so formal. As long as it's within my power, I will definitely help."

"Hmm..." This answer eased Saeko's anxiety considerably: "It's about the end-of-term dance."

"prom?"

"Yes, Chuanlan School holds a graduation ball every year, usually in the gymnasium. It's mainly for students graduating at the end of March. It's both a farewell event for the graduates and a way to prepare them for a new stage in their lives..."

Saeko's hands were entangled together at some point. Her eyes were lowered as she spoke of the school tradition she had heard from her juniors in the kendo club, explaining the reality of the situation.

The two people who dance together at the graduation ball will receive the blessing of the god of love and will stay by each other's side forever in the future.

She didn't mention these campus legends.

Finally, she confessed her request.

"...I don't care about farewell events or new stages in life, but I really want to leave some precious memories at this school where I've spent three years, so..."

I'd like to invite you, Chiya, to be my dance partner and accompany me to the graduation prom.

“I see…” Gen Chiyo looked at the somewhat uneasy Saeko and readily agreed: “…I understand, I will make time for it then.”

"Thank you, Qianye."

"What are you talking about? This is nothing compared to all the care I've received from you all this time."

But that's all I wanted to say...

But that doesn't seem right either. Would it be necessary to specifically choose such a late-night setting to talk about something like this?

Even if there are other people present, considering the possibility of not wanting them to know, wouldn't it be better to communicate this via text message?

Furthermore, Saeko has finished speaking and shows no intention of getting up to leave, so it's as expected...

Yuan Qianye suddenly shuddered.

Saeko's small hand gently rested on the back of his hand.

She kept her head down, her falling hair obscuring her expression.

"Chiya, may I ask you one more question?"

"can."

Saeko's small hands, which she has practiced kendo for many years, are not as soft and boneless as Yukino's, but they also have their own unique charm, which makes Chiya Minamoto fantasize.

"Do you think we... have reached a point of perfect understanding?" Saeko asked softly, her tone ambiguous.

"...!"

Wait a minute, isn't this the answer I gave Rikka when she asked me random questions while soaking in the hot spring?!

Realizing something was amiss, Yuan Qianye hesitated for a moment, then moved a little closer, turning his hand over so that his palm was against hers.

With just this one gesture, without any further prompting, Saeko naturally let her fingers slide into his fingertips and tap them together.

Feeling the large, hot palm of Gen Chiya, Saeko's body trembled slightly.

"This question doesn't seem to need an answer anymore."

Yuan Qianye's voice was even lower and deeper. When Saeko heard it, her body went weak and she lost all strength. She leaned forward and rested her whole body in his arms.

In the bedroom where the two were alone, under the dim nightlight, their emotions collided tentatively, and they rushed towards each other with mutual affection. Reason was overtaken by emotion, and the temperature was rising rapidly.

Conversely, her body temperature also rose, causing Saeko's body to exude a rich, sweet fragrance from the inside out. When Chiyo caught this extremely sweet scent, the biological instinct hormones hidden beneath the genetic chain began to be secreted wildly.

"Zezi..."

"Chiyo, please listen to me first..." Saeko mustered her courage and raised her head slightly: "...I like you so much, I've liked you for a long, long time."

Her face was flushed as if she were drunk, her eyes were full of affection, yet her body, which was now taking the initiative to embrace her, was incredibly alluring.

Confessing your feelings is a victory song, not a battle cry...

That's how it should be, that's for sure.

Saeko's original plan was to wait until the graduation ball to decide whether to confess her long-suppressed feelings to Chiya.

But life is not a game, and the future will not always unfold as originally planned; all sorts of unexpected situations will always follow.

When everyone was soaking in the hot spring just now, Shiyu's behavior was so obvious that it didn't even require much thought to understand.

And when Yukino took over Rikka's topic about her crush, she thought what she said was very general, but it was actually a summary of what she was saying about Chiya.

From what I sensed in them, their intense emotions, no less powerful than my own, were so evident.

A sense of crisis struck, making it impossible for Saeko to remain calm any longer.

Unlike Shiyu, she doesn't possess literary talent and is a light novel writer at a young age.

It also cannot compare to the breadth of Yukino's knowledge; her mind is so intelligent it's like an encyclopedia.

Even so, Saeko has her own advantages.

That positive, enterprising, and indomitable spirit is honed through years of kendo training.

Gen Chiya's mind was completely captivated by Saeko's alluring eyes, which seemed to hold the allure of spring water. He stroked her cheek with his palm.

"Sorry... I should have been the one to say that first."

Upon hearing the first two words of Minamoto Chiyo, Saeko's heart nearly stopped for a moment, but his subsequent words made her lips curl into an uncontrollable smile, and she was so overjoyed that she hugged his neck tightly.

She hugged him and pressed him down onto the blanket.

The two of them, one above the other, were pressed together in perfect harmony, like a set of snap fasteners.

Saeko has a curvaceous figure with a full and voluptuous physique comparable to that of an adult woman.

But the weight that suddenly pressed down on me wasn't abrupt; instead, it felt soft and comfortable.

"I like you too, Saeko."

Gently stroking her hair, Yuan Qianye confirmed this.

"Very good……"

Saeko's cherry lips parted slightly, and those three words slipped into his ear.

The way he answered, as if he was trying hard to suppress something, and the way his shoulders trembled.

Rin Genchiya noticed that something was wrong with her.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, and the next moment he saw the girl's dark eyes backlit by the light, which were filled with moisture, shimmering as if she were crying tears of joy.

"What's wrong all of a sudden?" Yuan Qianye didn't even realize that his tone was extremely gentle and doting at the moment.

"Sorry... I'm so happy, can I be a little more greedy?"

"..."

Yuan Qianye didn't answer, but his body language gave a response.

He rolled over and switched places with Saeko, taking the lead.

Saeko gently bit her lower lip and slowly closed her eyes. The dangerous atmosphere did not frighten her; instead, it made her even more excited.

Yuan Qianye's breathing was impatient as he slowly lowered his body and leaned closer, finally kissing her.

Saeko felt a sudden pang of fear, a shiver run down her spine, and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Well--!"

In a dimly lit room.

A muffled groan suddenly came from behind.

Eriri suddenly opened her eyes in her sleep, her face showing pain.

She instinctively reached for her abdomen and then touched a foot.

She reached for her phone next to her pillow, turned on the flashlight, and then turned her head to see Rikka, who had terrible sleeping habits.

This guy actually rolled out of his sleeping area and onto her side, then kicked himself in the stomach!