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

Because there were indeed many unspeakable things between him and Yang Nai.

Therefore, it's best to keep as far away from this frighteningly perceptive future mother as possible.

Maintaining a safe distance is never a bad thing.

Tonight... it's going to be another long night where all I can do is take a cold shower to relieve the pain.

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.

the other side.

The Yukinoshita family of three are sitting in the car on their way home.

Mr. Yukinoshita was still unable to hold his liquor and fell fast asleep in the middle of the back seat, even snoring softly.

The remaining two women, Mrs. Yukinoshita and Haruno Yukinoshita, sat on opposite sides.

The former turned his head to look at the receding night view outside the window, while the latter looked down at his phone and scrolled through short videos to pass the time.

It was in this quiet, somewhat subtle moment, that Mrs. Yukinoshita, who had been gazing out the window, suddenly spoke up: "Yono, when did you start liking lisianthus and freesias?"

She didn't turn her head when she asked this question; her gaze remained fixed on the view outside the window.

She appeared to be looking at the street scene outside the window, but in reality, she was observing her eldest daughter's reaction through the reflection in the window.

Yang Nai didn't look up, but her fingers, which were scrolling through videos, suddenly stopped at that moment.

Lisianthus and freesias... those were the flowers Qianye had given her when she came, a small surprise that had made her somewhat happy.

At this moment, Mom suddenly asked about it, was it just a casual question...?

Let's start a conversation by simply finding a topic, or...

Yang Nai's heart raced a little, but she showed no unusual reaction. She casually swiped the video again and said lazily, "Well, as for whether I like it or not, I'd say it's so-so. I wouldn't mind if it were for me, but if I had to go out of my way to buy it, I'd probably be reluctant. It's a bit of a hassle."

"Oh? And what about those flowers in your vase?"

"That was a gift from Chiya when she came."

"He offered you flowers on his own initiative?" Mrs. Yukinoshita finally turned her face, a gentle smile playing on her lips, looking like a spring breeze, without any hint of murderous intent or oppression.

“Yeah.” Yang Nai put her phone on her lap, pushed her father’s head, which was swaying towards her and reeking of alcohol, toward her mother, and put on a smile that was very similar to her mother’s. Her eyes met hers seemingly unintentionally. “Before he came here, he went to the convenience store, and he happened to meet a fanatic fan. After getting an autograph, he bought a bouquet of flowers nearby and insisted on giving it to him. He couldn’t accept it, so he came over and gave it to me.”

"So that's why the snack packaging looked damp."

"He was trying to be convenient, so the flowers were just stuffed into a convenience bag when he came, so it must be water stains on the petals."

"But you two really have a good relationship. He can bring snacks to your office without any problem. He doesn't treat you like an outsider at all."

"After all, I've known him for just as many years as Yukino. Our friendship may not be as deep or long-lasting as Yukino's, but the depth and duration of our relationship are undeniable."

"Hmm." Mrs. Yukinoshita simply responded after hearing this, her face still bearing that gentle smile that was so perfect that it was impossible to discern her true thoughts.

She paused for two seconds before slowly saying, "...It's fine."

This sentence sounds like a simple summary, but it also seems to have a deeper meaning, making it hard to understand.

But in any case, Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't say anything more after saying that.

She turned and gently patted her husband's face, softly calling, "We're almost home, don't sleep, darling."

Yang Nai looked at her parents, smiled faintly, and pretended to be amused, putting on a convincing act.

He appeared as calm as an old dog, but in reality, a thin layer of sweat had already broken out on his back.

It seems... everything is fine now?

My mother... didn't press the matter further, nor did she show any more suspicion.

They probably... got away with it, right?

This is awful... Next time, no, there won't be a next time! I definitely need to have a serious talk with that brat of a brother later!

We absolutely cannot leave such an obvious 'flaw' again! Sending flowers...it's too easy to trigger associations! Especially in front of Mom!

My mother has such a keen sense of smell. If this happens again, even if she doesn't get caught, she'll have a heart attack and be scared to death!

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.

Yuan Qianye's sleep quality is not good, but even so, he still gets up at a little after six in the morning and goes downstairs to start his morning run around the sidewalk of the apartment building.

There's no way around it, his physical abilities are just too dominant.

He's not officially an adult yet, but I feel that if he continues to grow for a few more years, he could become a fierce man like Xiang Yu, Lü Bu, or Li Yuanba.

Even if I don't sleep well, my energy levels recover very quickly.

What can we do when the balance is full? Special methods are not feasible and there are no conditions for them, so we can only resort to this clumsy method.

It's a bit inefficient, but it's still much better than holding it in and feeling miserable.

This morning, Rikka and Eriri didn't stay in bed any longer. Knowing that Toka was leaving for Kyoto to participate in a cooking competition, they were both very considerate and took the initiative to help prepare breakfast. Later, they also accompanied Minamoto Chiya to see her off at the station.

After that, Yuan Qianye had other plans, so he took a taxi and left first.

Rikka and Eriri, having already come out, decided to go shopping at a nearby mall.

"Why do I always feel like there's no romantic feeling between you two? You need to try harder, Eriri."

"Don't talk nonsense, Qianye and I aren't like that... Besides, Qianye's busy with work, there's nothing he can do." "Who says there's nothing he can do? Tonight is a perfect opportunity, my sister isn't home!"

"What terrible idea have you come up with this time?"

"What do you mean 'bad idea'? I'm totally on your side!"

"You've come again..."

"In short, believe me, I'm doing this entirely for your own good."

"To be honest, I really want to believe you, but the truth is I'm very uneasy."

"Alright, alright, stop thinking about it and come with me."

"Why did you come to a lingerie store? Didn't you just buy clothes before you went on your trip?"

"You idiot Eriri, this has nothing to do with me, you're the one who needs to take a good look..."

Rikka, full of enthusiasm, dragged Eriri, who had just realized what was happening and whose face suddenly turned red but who didn't seem to resist much, into a women's underwear store.

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.

Four Palaces and Separate Courtyards.

Hayasaka Ai put down her comb, got up, and went to the full-length mirror.

She held the hem of her skirt and turned her body from side to side.

In the mirror, she was wearing a women's JK sailor uniform, with a blue sailor collar neatly turned out over the white top, and a delicate dark black bow tie tied at the neckline.

Her lower body was clad in a black pleated skirt that reached just above her knees, perfectly outlining her slender waist and straight, long legs.

Her long, golden hair, which she always wore in a neat ponytail at work, was now loosely draped over her shoulders.

Hmm...very good.

It's suitable and doesn't seem too deliberate.

Pure and refreshing, with a touch of campus life, but not too exaggerated, suitable for the atmosphere of a private meeting...

Everything is in order.

Hayasaka Ai smiled contentedly.

She then grabbed her bag and phone and walked out of the room.

Today, which I've been looking forward to for days, has finally arrived.

Qianye said he had some very important things to talk to me about today, but I didn't know what he wanted to talk about.

However, judging from his previously not-so-serious tone, it was at least not a serious matter.

With these thoughts in mind, Hayasaka Ai walked towards the courtyard gate with anticipation.

She took out her phone and opened a ride-hailing app. Today she was going to see Chiya secretly, so of course she couldn't let the Shinomiya family's driver take her.

"Cough cough—!"

"..."

The familiar voice made Hayasaka Ai stop in her tracks and look up.

"Oh, what a coincidence, Hayasaka, are you just about to go out?" Kaguya Shinomiya slowly walked out from the gap in the green belt beside the front walkway.

Hayasaka Ai looked down at her expressionlessly.

Although Kaguya Shinomiya was trying to make it seem like a chance encounter, the unnatural expression on her face betrayed her all too clearly.

They must have been lying in wait here for a long time out of curiosity, right?

That's so obvious, Miss.

"Kaguya-sama." Hayasaka Ai bowed slightly in greeting.

"You're on vacation now, so you don't need to be so polite."

"Miss, you unusually have no other plans today. Aren't you going to rest a little longer and sleep in?"

"It's already past nine o'clock, how can I sleep that long?"

"Is that so?"

"Hayasaka, are you planning to go out now?"

"Hmm, where is the young lady? What's she doing here?"

"Ah...me, I had nothing to do, so I just came out for a walk."

Hayasaka Ai glanced at the woman's formal attire, which was identical to her own, then looked up, her eyes squinting slightly in the glaring sunlight: "Going for a walk in this hot weather..."

"W-what's wrong? Getting some sun occasionally is good for your health!"

"It's nothing, as long as you're happy, Miss. You can continue your walk, I'll go ahead..." Hayasaka made a move to leave.

Kaguya grabbed her arm: "Wait, wait a minute!"

"Is there anything else, Miss?"

"If you really want to know if there's anything wrong, then there isn't..."