Is it really a straight girl?

Could it be that Miki did something wrong?

No, it's time to stop worrying about right and wrong.What is right and what is wrong, put these things aside.

There was no way to answer the conversation, no way to continue. On this topic, Mi Ji didn't know what to say or how to do it.

Mahiru could only make a humming sound, the confession just now seemed to have used up all her energy.

Yaki thought that Mahiru was looking at him through the glass, because he was also looking at him.

"By the way, why does Mahiru like me?" Ms. Yaki forced a lively look and said in a cute tone.

It feels like a fake, and the sound is not gentle at all.

"I don't know..." Mahiru turned his head, looked at the calm water and said, "If I want to know, that's fine."

"Well, it's like this, there's no way..."

"Well, there's no way." Mahiru held back a sigh.

Like, seems to be a completely helpless thing, I don't know why I like it, and I don't know how to properly handle this relationship—at least, Miji doesn't know.

Even if we can understand each other, there is no way, because it is really difficult to get through the emotional barrier.

If you don't like it, if you don't like Mahiru, Yaki won't be able to satisfy the other party's wish——

and many more.

Miki suddenly realized that Mahiru didn't seem to have said that she had any wishes.

Her final request was just to say that she hoped to continue to like Miji.

Mahiru didn't seem to expect any miracles, and didn't pursue a sincere choice like Yaki said.

In other words... Although she likes Mi Ji, she doesn't really want to be with Mi Ji that much?

Eh, that's weird.

Miki realized this again in a daze.

Why is this so?

No matter how you look at it, Mahiru really likes it, and it's completely different from Miss Chitose's liking like repaying a favor.

Mi Ji can only vaguely guess that she probably has some scruples, just like what she said before - she has a special mission and doesn't have the time and energy to socialize.

……

is this okay?

In this case, Mahiru doesn't need Yaki to give any clear answer, and Yaki won't hurt her heart with a firm refusal.

In this case, even if the confession is made, the relationship between the two may not change much.

Because although Mahiru likes it, she doesn't want to do things after liking, dating, dating, etc... There is no need for it.

In this case, Yaki's daily life will not change much.

The relationship and life can continue to be peaceful until the No. 30 day when Miji came here, and he left quietly, or returned to the original world under the sound of everyone's farewell.

There is no need to worry about what is distressing, and there is no need to experience the trauma that liking will bring.

That's it, okay?

Mahiru also thinks the same way... In this case, it is good for both Yaki and Mahiru, because Yaki will not be distressed, and Mahiru will not be sad because of it.

So, that's it?

This is a world where no one gets hurt. .

Ok……

Miki gradually lowered her head, she remembered that her apparent purpose of coming here was to make Mahiru, who was depressed, happy, and then she had to prepare dinner and remind him to go down to eat...

Be happier, which means that Mahiru was not happy just now.

That's true, Yaki hasn't heard Mahiru's smile since entering this door.

Her voice is also hoarse and low, sometimes even with imperceptible crying and hard choking.

I'm afraid, it's because of Miki, right?

Because Mahiru likes Yaki, but at noon, seeing Yaki and Chitose's seemingly intimate behavior, a little...jealous?

Eh, is it like this?

In the quiet world of the two of them, Miji was thinking about these things blankly.

Mahiru didn't speak either.

Perhaps by now, there is nothing more to say.

"But, Mahiru doesn't want to do this, right?" Yaki broke the silence.

Mahiru didn't respond.

"Since I like it... probably, it's not just like it, right?" Mi Ji's voice was also much softer.

There should be more things to do.

How could someone like another person, just want to watch that person silently...

"This is also a kind of depression, it's wrong, Mahiru, it's no different from the previous idea of ​​giving up." Mi Ji said slowly: "Mahiru actually wants more, right? After all, I like them all. on..."

"..." Mahiru remained silent.

Mi Ji understood this silence as the other party's default.

"Mahiru?" But she called out the other person's name once again, hoping to get a response.

"Um……"

"That's right, isn't it?" Miki asked tentatively.

"Well... what does Miji think, what do you want from me?" The voice inside was weak.

"I want...Mahiru to make a choice based on her sincerity." Miki said:

"I don't want to see Mahiru secretly sad."

"In that case, I would be sad myself."

"Like is a beautiful thing, isn't it? So it shouldn't be like this." Mi Ji looked at the hazy red figure behind the glass: "Like shouldn't be something that only brings sadness."

"I hope, Mahiru won't suppress herself."

"Mahiru also wants to be liked by me, right? If that's the case, please work hard to make me like you too."

Miji smiled and said: "Maybe, it will be as you wish."

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If there is no wish, then no miracle will happen.

If there is no sincerity, there will be no wish. .

Miki doesn't want Mahiru to become muddle-headed, and doesn't want her to suppress her sincerity. If people don't have wishes, then...it's too humble.

Yaki herself will feel sad for her friend.

Although Mi Ji did not stay out of the matter, it would feel a little uncomfortable to say these things in his current capacity.

From the perspective of a bystander, one might think that Mi Ji didn't like the other party at all, but asked the other party to pursue him——

Like a bad woman who is cheating her feelings.

But even if she is considered this way, Mi Ji will not take a half step back from her point of view, because she really does not want anyone to suppress, deface, curse, or bury for any reason. Try to forget your true desires.

Because the most precious thing in the world, the most precious thing for human beings, is this.

At least, Miki himself thought so.

……

In the bathroom, against the wall, the shower was dripping very slowly.

tick-

There are many thin pools of water accumulated on the tiled floor that has been wet for a long time, and when the water drops drip, ripples are fleeting.

In the pure white bathtub on one side, the red-haired girl squatted quietly in it, not making any movements, even the trembling had been lost. After talking with Miji for a few minutes, the water temperature in the bathtub was already too cold degree of discomfort.

Usually at this time, it is time to change the water or get out of the bath.

But Mahiru really didn't want to break the tranquility that was born quietly at this time because of these actions—the tranquility that would be clearly recognized even when the drops of water dripped.

Only sincere words are qualified to break this quiet relationship.

Miji said just now, maybe it will be as she wishes...

"Really..." The tone of the voice was not perfect.

As if he hadn't spoken for a long time, his speech was hazy and hoarse, and the sound mixing after passing through the closed bathroom became even more blurred.

She was afraid that such a weak and terrible voice would fail to reach the important person outside the bathroom.

She wanted to say it again, but before she could speak again, she heard a response from outside.

"Probably true, don't ask Miji about this kind of thing." Miss Miji's flustered and shy voice came from outside the door: "I just think that if you don't pursue your true desire, nothing is possible Well... Anyway, if you want to reach the end, you must at least take steps on the road."

In the bathroom, Mahiru took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

At this moment, there was only some foam left on the surface of the bathtub, and after the cry, it was pushed around by the breath.

"I see." Mahiru said.

She no longer curled up her body, nor tensed her nerves.

The wet red-haired girl slowly raised her hands, pressed against the side of the bathtub, and propped up her body that had been soaked for a long time.

She shook her head, the water stains from the ends of her drenched hair leaked out, the sticky long hair hung directly on her shoulders, itching, but Mahiru didn't want to pay attention to it at this moment.

She slowly walked towards the direction of the blurred glass, the direction where a figure was sitting, regardless of the continuous dripping of water on her body, she did not put on the slippers placed beside the bathtub.

The naked girl quietly leaned against the blurred glass, looking affectionately at the person opposite.