Do I really have a thing for female voice actors?

Now I can't even watch it anymore?

For a moment, Hina Aoki was somewhat sullen.

"Miss Aoki, you'll catch a cold like this."

"Eh?"

Thanks to Toru Tazaki's helpless reminder, the girl then noticed that her neckline was open and her pajamas were loose and baggy due to a lack of fat to support them.

Looking down from the neckline, you can see all the way to your toes.

The girl then understood why Tazaki Toru had turned his face away. She hurriedly took a step back and subconsciously raised her arm to cover her collar.

As my heart wavered, my ten toes, hidden inside my slippers, involuntarily curled up and gripped the ground.

Tazaki Toru didn't dare to turn around and look at her, letting the girl stand silently behind him.

"Look, you see it?"

"……Feel sorry."

Tazaki Toru squeezed out those two words in a straightforward yet awkward manner.

Seeing his reaction, Hina Aoki couldn't quite describe her feelings, but instead of being angry, she felt a little amused.

This is something that the old Hina Aoki, who only thought about music, would never have done.

"What? In times like this, the best course of action is to stammer and pretend you didn't see it clearly."

“Miss Aoki knows perfectly well that I can’t tell such a lie.”

"What if I love hearing lies?"

"What kind of fetish is this?" Tazaki Toru asked, puzzled.

The girl buttoned her collar back up, as if nothing had happened.

This composure and ability to quickly recover after a moment of embarrassment is something other girls don't possess.

Aoki Hina smiled faintly and said, "Tazaki-kun, you really don't know how to read a girl's mind."

Tazaki Toru's heart stirred: "I would like to hear the details."

"May I sit down?"

Before Tazaki Toru could nod, the girl pulled over a chair and sat down next to him.

She kicked off the slippers on her feet, revealing tiny feet that were barely bigger than Toru Tazaki's hands.

It seemed that he could easily hold it in his palm if he wanted to.

The girl curled up, hugged her knees, and rested her chin between them.

The toes painted with nail polish resembled piano hammers, their lively rhythm making one mistakenly believe that "Moonlight Sonata" was being played.

Over and over again, I never tire of it.

Hina Aoki reached out without hesitation and took the notebook from the desk.

Tazaki Toru did not stop him.

This piece was originally written for her.

The girl quietly looked at the lyrics and musical notes, her lips moving silently.

Tazaki Toru silently watched the girl beside him, her expression focused and cautious.

It was as if he were holding a one-of-a-kind, precious collectible.

Suddenly.

Hina Aoki slowly closed her eyes, shut her notebook, and then looked at Toru Tazaki with an extremely resentful gaze.

"Tazaki-kun, are you perhaps toying with me?"

"how you said that?"

"I originally wanted to give you a good talking-to, to teach you how to read between the lines and how to discern a girl's thoughts."

"But look at what you've written!"

"After seeing this kind of thing, how could I possibly have the slightest thought of teaching you a lesson?"

"If I didn't know your personality well, I might have imagined you as someone secretly laughing at me."

The girl leaned forward, slowly moving closer to Tazaki Toru, her forehead involuntarily resting against his arm.

With a strength she didn't know came from, Aoki Hina hesitantly reached out her hand, her slender fingers gradually tightening their grip on his sleeve.

"……Thank you.

"Thank you for writing a song for a girl like me."

I feel like nothing really matters anymore.

Whether it's Rin-chan or Eyjafjalla...

Suddenly, I lost all desire to compete with anyone.

As long as he's willing to write songs for me, and as long as I can still spend time with him in the same room late at night, just like right now.

Perhaps she really can keep the promise she made to Tachibana Rin.

It's fine with anyone.

Where has the most rational Oshima Haruna gone?

The current Hina Aoki is devoid of any rationality whatsoever.

“Miss Aoki, there’s no need to thank me. I did this not because I wanted your thanks.”

"What does Tazaki-kun want? I'll give you anything."

Ms. Aoki seems unusually radical tonight.

The cat skin draped over his body for disguise gradually melted away under the moonlight, revealing his true, original form.

Tazaki Toru did not expect anything in return from her, but he had a premonition that if he did not ask something of her at this time, it would cause her to lose her composure.

"I want to hear Miss Aoki play the piano."

"for you."

The girl said without hesitation.

"I want to hear your singing voice like it used to be again."

"Here you go too."

"I want to see Ms. Aoki shining on stage."

The girl's breath hitched, her beautiful eyes fixed on the man before her, as if something was about to break free from her body's restraints.

All her emotions intertwined, causing the girl's gaze to soften even more, coalescing into a heavy yet gentle tremor:

"...It's all yours."

I wanted to give it to you.

386. Yang Jie is so unfair, why did she sneak off without me?

midnight.

The bedroom door was open, and a cool breeze blowing in from the living room ruffled the girl's bangs.

Her usually sharp and shrewd cat-like eyes were now like melted butter, reflecting the man's gentle and refined expression deep within them, and she collapsed into a state of utter weakness.

The words she uttered tonight were truly unlike her usual self.

While radical, there was a hint of ambiguity in her words; she wasn't sure if Toru Tazaki could understand the deeper meaning behind it.

She both hoped he would understand and feared he would see through her.

But if she didn't express her feelings, she wasn't confident she could sleep peacefully tonight.

Such conflicted thoughts caused the girl's restless fingers to clench even tighter.

Knowing that he had been working late into the night and must be very tired, I still couldn't help but bother him in the room.

She could have continued to pretend, presenting herself as mature and composed.

However, Hina Aoki never told anyone that doing things this way was a real burden.

It would be far more relaxing and comfortable for her to open up to others than to reveal her innermost thoughts.

Sometimes I wish I could be like this, leaving all my worries behind and quietly spending time with him in a room.

It was as if the yellow sand weathered by the Sahara had been poured into her throat, and everything was preventing her from speaking.

She thought that silence must be the right choice.

But if Aoki Hina had been the right girl, she wouldn't be in this situation now.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if the whole world was listening intently to her thoughts.

The air seemed to freeze, along with his expression, fixed in Hina Aoki's eyes.

Sometimes, time flows so slowly and artificially that it becomes unbearable.

Sometimes, she would skip over several processes in one go, causing her to ignore all the groundwork laid out.

"I really like it."

Without much deliberation, almost in line with the atmosphere, she murmured softly.

Even if Tazaki Toru didn't have such excellent hearing, he could hear it perfectly clearly, word for word.

Time, which had seemed frozen, began to flow again. The wind blowing from the living room swept over her once more, ruffling her bangs and revealing her tender, watery eyes.

She thought that Toru Tazaki would show a surprised expression.

But he didn't.

He didn't even furrow his brow; he remained so handsome that she couldn't look away.

Could it be that he had already realized his own feelings?