Chapter 308

The uncomfortable feeling of dizziness still hadn't faded, Kitakami Yoru muttered, put down his phone, and went to take a shower.

He washed his hair, applied soap to his body, scrubbed hard, and rinsed clean.

Finally, he soaked in the warm bathtub.

Kitakami Yoru really wanted to get out of the bath and lie back in bed.

Not long after, in front of Kitakami Yoru's apartment.

Aoyama Nanami, clutching two sheets of white printed paper with something recorded on them, knocked on the door while taking a deep breath.

"At this time, Kitakami-san should have finished lunch, so I won't be disturbing him."

"He said if I have anything, I can ask him for help; he won't refuse me, right?"

"Is this outfit of mine pretty?"

After knocking on the door a few times, Aoyama Nanami tidied up this outfit, which had been at the bottom of her chest and never worn once.

It was an off-season JK uniform she had bought during the winter sales last year.

Originally, she had intended to save it for the audition in early November, which was the exam for the voice acting school.

While thinking and worrying, it took Aoyama Nanami quite a while to react; there was no movement inside.

"Kitakami-san?"

Aoyama Nanami hesitated for a moment, increased her volume, and slapped the apartment door hard with her small hand.

She desperately hoped for a response from inside.

Quiet...

Aside from quiet, it was still quiet.

"Is Kitakami-san out, or is he taking a nap?"

Aoyama Nanami didn't know Kitakami Yoru's situation; she couldn't hear her knocking inside the enclosed shower room.

Suddenly.

The girl, who had finally convinced herself, mustered up her courage, and even sacrificed three nights of quality sleep, had the thought of leaving.

Staring fixedly at the apartment door lock, she felt uneasy.

Asking for help was a lie; wanting to probe Kitakami Yoru's thoughts and stay with him was the truth.

"No... I don't want to!"

Aoyama Nanami struggled in front of the apartment door for a full few minutes, her face changing inexplicably.

She knew that if she backed down now and went back to lie to herself that she would come back later, she might never dare to again!

There is a saying: once, twice, and then it's exhausted.

Placing her palm on the doorknob, Aoyama Nanami tentatively pushed, and the door opened a crack.

"Phew..."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Aoyama Nanami pulled the door halfway open, leaned in, and shouted: "Kitakami-san... are you home?"

"I have something, can you help me?"

Still no response.

Aoyama Nanami, feeling a bit strange, stepped inside and left the door ajar.

Afterward, she saw the shoes in the entryway.

"He's home; could he be sleeping?"

Aoyama Nanami wasn't willing to give up; even if Kitakami Yoru was sleeping, she had to see him before leaving.

"Meow meow..."

San-san in the living room meowed twice.

Taking off her shoes, her clean, small white cotton socks stepped on the floor, and Aoyama Nanami moved in slowly.

As if afraid of scaring herself.

"Kitakami-san?"

Raising her voice, Aoyama Nanami increased the volume, but she didn't dare to make it too loud.

If Kitakami Yoru was sleeping and she woke him up, she would feel guilty.

"Is someone calling me?"

Kitakami Yoru, soaking in the bathtub, suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward the door.

Uncertain, a flash of hesitation crossed his face, and he shouted loudly toward the outside: "I'm here, who are you?"

His voice was loud and energetic; after shouting, Kitakami Yoru sat up and listened intently to the outside.

"Shower room!"

The apartment layout was the same; Aoyama Nanami's eyes lit up as she locked onto Kitakami Yoru's location and walked over quickly.

"It's me, Kitakami-san, it's me..."

"I have something I need your help with; am I disturbing you?"

Facing the shower room, the excitement and nervousness in Aoyama Nanami's eyes couldn't be hidden.

"Nanami?"

"I'm taking a bath, can you wait a moment?"

Kitakami Yoru relaxed and lay back down.

"It's okay, I can wait, I'm not in a hurry."

Aoyama Nanami nodded happily, clutching the printed paper and walking around the door a few times, finally coming to the sofa in the living room.

"San-san, long time no see!"

The happy girl sat down, stroked San-san, and immediately noticed Kitakami Yoru's clothes.

"Does Kitakami-san like to take a shower at noon?"

Aoyama Nanami's eyes swept over the pile of clothes, and with her sharp eyes, she discovered something unusual.

"Eh... hm?"

A sound of surprise came from her mouth; Aoyama Nanami turned back, squinted her eyes, and examined them carefully.

Her pupils gradually dilated, and her expression became increasingly ugly.

Bending down, she carefully picked up a strand of hair stuck to the short-sleeved top and brought it to her eyes!

"A girl's hair!"

Aoyama Nanami's fragile little heart was struck by lightning, and her inner voice trembled due to the intense emotional fluctuations.

It was a strand of hair almost the same length as her own, slightly colored, but because the hair was too fine, the specific color difference couldn't be seen clearly.

Did you see her face turn pale the moment she saw it?

San-san had seen it.

At this very moment.

Aoyama Nanami's lips trembled and moved a few times, making meaningless mumbling sounds, her heart dead.

As if her soul had been hooked away by Ox-Head and Horse-Face, she fell straight back onto the sofa!

This was definitely a girl's hair; Aoyama Nanami would never admit she was wrong, even if she died.

Kitakami Yoru was taking a shower, and there was a girl's hair stuck to his clothes...

"No..."

Aoyama Nanami's mind was full of that terrible fact.

Kitakami Yoru had a partner he was seeing...

Hair stuck to his clothes, taking a shower at noon...

Did that mean he hadn't gone home all night last night?

Her heart ached with grievance, and she almost shed tears; Aoyama Nanami forced back the tears sliding from the corners of her eyes and stood up, holding onto the table.

"Meow meow?"

San-san, who had no idea what had happened, jumped from the floor into Kitakami Yoru's pile of clothes.

Aoyama Nanami wanted to leave directly, but was attracted by San-san's meowing and sat back down.

"Right... a strand of hair doesn't explain anything..."

"Maybe it was stuck on by accident?"

Holding onto the last bit of hope, Aoyama Nanami was very willing for the truth to be completely different from what she thought, and finally gave herself a hard slap.