Chapter 295

"Less is better; medicine is three parts poison."

Kitakami Yoru took the sleeping pills and put them in his school bag for safekeeping first.

"If you could experience how I feel, you wouldn't say that."

"Heh heh."

Sakurajima Mai squeezed Kitakami Yoru with her fragrant shoulder, not convinced, and then said: "Of course, I don't want you to experience how I feel."

Her footsteps slowed slightly, and Kitakami Yoru closed his eyes and shook his head, very sympathetic to Sakurajima Mai's encounter.

"Where to play?"

"I really want to go to the mall; accompany me to Shibuya for a stroll."

Sakurajima Mai said, trying to cast aside those unhappy emotions and thoughts.

"Okay."

Although it was a bit strange for a big man like Kitakami Yoru to go to a women's makeup store, it wouldn't be difficult.

"Let's go, let's go."

Sakurajima Mai happily pulled Kitakami Yoru's arm.

"Maybe I wanted to talk about Shinomiya Kaguya, but I won't disturb Sakurajima-senpai's mood."

For the time being, Kitakami Yoru didn't think about anything else.

Taking the train to Shibuya, where people come and go.

The busiest intersection in the world, once set a record of three thousand people passing through at once!

Shibuya is very big, and a day of looking at flowers on horseback is not enough.

Sakurajima Mai pulled Kitakami Yoru to the makeup store to see new products and sweep the goods.

"Maybe girls are like this; no one can see her, but she is beautiful even when alone."

Kitakami Yoru smiled dotingly.

Then, three waves of strange JK came to chat with Kitakami Yoru and ask for contact information.

Sakurajima Mai saw it all in her eyes, simply interrupted the shopping behavior, and pulled Kitakami Yoru away jealously.

"Are you very happy?"

"Cute JK chatting with you, talking and laughing."

Sakurajima Mai's indigo-blue eyes carried faint displeasure.

Not toward Kitakami Yoru, but some vixen...

Starbucks second floor.

Kitakami Yoru and Sakurajima Mai, who hadn't eaten dinner, each ordered an iced Americano and sat on the terrace watching the street view below.

Kitakami Yoru smiled happily.

He wasn't a fool, and naturally, he would think about what Sakurajima Mai said.

"Are you dating other girls at all?!"

Sakurajima Mai was constantly pressing Kitakami Yoru at this time.

"No, really no."

Even if there was, Kitakami Yoru wouldn't say.

"You're lying to me, you just had an unusual relationship with that Kasumigaoka Utaha."

"Before, you rushed to school, it was another girl, right?"

Sakurajima Mai's foot stepped lightly on Kitakami Yoru's shoe.

Answer one wrong, and step lightly to express punishment.

"Dating me behind a girl's back, you are a complete bastard, underclassman Kitakami Yoru."

Knowing that Kitakami Yoru might be lying, Sakurajima Mai was happy to let him deceive her.

"Sakurajima-senpai, I didn't lie to you."

"I've been single just to accompany you."

Kitakami Yoru played dumb.

"Heh heh..."

"Underclassman, shall we go watch a movie later?"

Snorting twice, Sakurajima Mai picked up her coffee and took a sip.

"Go eat first?"

Kitakami Yoru looked at her and asked.

"Eat what?"

Dating Kitakami Yoru, Sakurajima Mai felt restricted everywhere.

Always needing to consider that outsiders couldn't see her, and Kitakami Yoru's reaction alone was slightly strange.

"Izakaya, get a private room."

Drinking the coffee in one breath, Sakurajima Mai stood up and said.

Later.

Kitakami Yoru and Sakurajima Mai left Starbucks and found an izakaya nearby to have dinner.

The privacy of the private room was okay.

As long as the two didn't speak loudly, people outside absolutely wouldn't hear.

It's just...

When entering the private room.

At the door, Kitakami Yoru took off his shoes first and looked at Sakurajima Mai.

"What are you looking at?"

Sakurajima Mai glared, responding sharply, but she was actually shocked and embarrassed in her heart.

Choosing to use this method to disguise the fact that she once made Kitakami Yoru vomit from her feet.

"Perverted foot-fetishist underclassman, I emphasize again, my feet don't smell!"

"Only you, this bad guy, thinks about what my feet taste like every day, isn't it disgusting?"

Feeling one sentence wasn't enough, Sakurajima Mai continuously scolded Kitakami Yoru.

"Not disgusting."

Kitakami Yoru looked at Sakurajima Mai's feet and smiled.

"It's best if you die from the smell, stuff it into your mouth, and let you get a fungal infection!"

Sakurajima Mai took off her shoes angrily and set them straight.

The weather was relatively cool.

The shop thoughtfully prepared disposable slippers.

Tearing open the package, Sakurajima Mai put her silk-stockinged feet in and walked into the private room.

Tablet ordering.

The temperature in the shop was pleasant, and the speed of serving dishes wasn't slow.

Many izakayas and barbecue shops in Tokyo are generally limited to two hours.

About an hour and a half.

Kitakami Yoru and Sakurajima Mai finished dinner and left.

They found a movie theater nearby, and Kitakami Yoru only bought one ticket for himself, choosing the very corner.

Thinking that no one would buy the seat next to him, Sakurajima Mai could sit there.

The facts were indeed so.

The movie was two hours long.

After the show ended.

It was past ten o'clock at night.

Shibuya street was bustling with people, and the neon lights were shining brilliantly.

Kitakami Yoru's arm was held by Sakurajima Mai, and they walked to digest their food.

Even the closest people had forgotten Sakurajima Mai, so there was no question of going home or not.

"Sakurajima-senpai, are you happy tonight?"

"Yeah, happy; why don't you set aside a fixed time every week to accompany me?"

The unsatisfied Sakurajima Mai grabbed Kitakami Yoru's arm tightly with her fair, slender fingers and said.

"No problem."

Kitakami Yoru agreed directly without hesitation.

"Really?"

Sakurajima Mai shouted in surprise.

"Why are you so surprised?"

Kitakami Yoru looked at her and smiled.

"Isn't it exciting to date me behind your girlfriend's back?"

Sakurajima Mai raised her eyebrows happily.

"Then why can't Sakurajima-senpai be my girlfriend?"

Kitakami Yoru said in a deep voice toward those moving eyes.

Who knew.

Sakurajima Mai didn't fall for it at all and gave Kitakami Yoru a big eye-roll directly: "Besides me, how many other girlfriends do you have?"

"Heh heh, did I find a handle?"

"Someone like me, only you can rely on, and I'm beautiful, can you bear to miss me..."

"I can't bear to."

Kitakami Yoru secretly broke into a cold sweat.

A big star who is well-informed and has a very strong psychological quality is indeed different.

The window paper is in front of them, and no one dares to poke it.

Kitakami Yoru maintains an unclear relationship with Fujiwara Chika...

Because of Sakurajima Mai's state, Kitakami Yoru wouldn't be willing to be her one-and-only boyfriend.

Sharing the person you like with a stranger can be understood in reverse.

See if you are willing to share your girlfriend with others.

Then.

There is one way out left.

Being Kitakami Yoru's secret lover...

Secretly dating or something.

Very struggling and conflicted in her heart...

They didn't stroll for long before it was time to catch the train home.

Past eleven o'clock.

Under the tower.

"Send you up?"

Kitakami Yoru observed Sakurajima Mai's reaction, nervous all the way.

Is there any possibility that something will happen?

"Just send me up?"

"You wouldn't want to do something, right?"

Sakurajima Mai stretched out a finger and circled in front of Kitakami Yoru.

"Sakurajima-senpai, I don't want to."

Kitakami Yoru lied without even blushing.

How could he not want to.

"Such a beautiful, cute, pure young girl..."

"You can send me up, but nothing else."

Sakurajima Mai turned around and signaled with her hand without looking: "Come up."

Kitakami Yoru followed hesitantly.

Walking into the elevator, he skillfully pressed the floor button.

In the enclosed space, Kitakami Yoru rubbed his nose, and the scent of citrus drifted into his nasal cavity.

Not long after.

The elevator stopped, and the door opened automatically.

Stepping out, Kitakami Yoru helped Sakurajima Mai pull the door hesitantly, letting her go in first.

Later, he slipped in and took off his shoes.

The whole process.

Sakurajima Mai acted as if she didn't see it.

After changing into slippers, the smart lights turned on instantly.

Not caring about Kitakami Yoru, Sakurajima Mai went to the refrigerator to get a plate of fruit and sat down beside Kitakami Yoru.

"Sakurajima-senpai, these are your medicine and skincare products."

Kitakami Yoru took out the items he was keeping for her from his school bag and said.

"Thank you, want some?"

Sakurajima Mai picked up the stem of a cherry with her finger, nodded casually, and looked at Kitakami Yoru.

"Ah..."

Kitakami Yoru opened his mouth with a smile.

"Can't you eat it yourself, tch."

Stepping on Kitakami Yoru with her black-silk foot as punishment for someone's arrogance, Sakurajima Mai fed it to him thoughtfully.

Biting down, it was sour, sweet, and juicy!

"Delicious."

As Kitakami Yoru nodded, Sakurajima Mai kept her posture still.

The air suddenly quieted down.

Staring at each other...

Sakurajima Mai's gaze seemed to want to see through Kitakami Yoru.

"Wha... what's wrong?"

Controlling his gaze not to dodge, Kitakami Yoru felt the atmosphere was strange.

"Nothing, finish eating and go home."

"Don't think randomly, your head is full of lewd things all day, and you're so perverted!"

Sakurajima Mai scolded coquettishly, and her left hand tapped lightly on Kitakami Yoru's head.

These two long-haired beauties...

No...

Not even just...

Including Yukinoshita Yukino, who lived in the same tower apartment, all agreed that Kitakami Yoru was a pervert.

"Then I'll leave in a while..."

"Sakurajima-senpai, you should exercise more; if you're tired, it's easy to fall asleep..."

"It's okay, you can run five kilometers at night, and you can exercise your body well by the way."

Kitakami Yoru turned his waist to face Sakurajima Mai and said.

"I'll try."

Sakurajima Mai moved her gaze away and threw a cherry into her mouth.

"If, I'm saying if..."

"There's still hope for this..."

"Sakurajima-senpai, after a while, a few months... half a year..."

"If you recover normally, what do you want to do?"

Kitakami Yoru comforted Sakurajima Mai intently, and as he spoke, his hands gestured wildly in the void:

"That is..."

"That is, do you plan to continue being an actor, or give up and retire to return to a normal life behind the scenes?"