Chapter 335

"What are Classmate Kitakami and Classmate Fujiwara doing at this time?"

"Are they..."

"Last week, many girls in the school came to ask me about Classmate Kitakami..."

"It hurts so much, here."

Aoyama Nanami, who was talking to herself, opened her eyes and touched her heart.

Just downstairs.

The boy she loved deeply, whom she thought of whenever she was free, whom she would be happy for several days just by seeing from afar or saying a word.

Holding a girl who was far superior to herself in every condition, maybe they had already finished and were hugging each other and saying love words.

Or it could be, at the most intense moment.

"Classmate Kitakami..."

Without knowing it, Aoyama Nanami's eyes gradually became blurred, and her small hand sank to the bottom of the water.

"One last time, not tomorrow, after twelve o'clock tonight."

With one sentence, she easily persuaded her heart, and Aoyama Nanami moved her head.

"Classmate Kitakami... Kitakami... classmate... Jun..."

"Kitakami-kun... hmph... Kitakami-kun... Nanami likes... heh..."

"Heh... Kitakami-kun... Nanami likes you..."

"No... Yoru-kun Yoru-kun... husband... Nanami loves you... hmph hmph hmph~"

Barely five or six minutes, the turbulent water in the bathtub returned to calm, and the sound of water no longer sounded.

Aoyama Nanami, who had recovered, had her pink fingers soaked white and slightly wrinkled.

But she was exhausted and didn't get up immediately.

After a while, she got up with the help of the bathtub and put on shoes; the strange flush on her beautiful, dripping face faded away.

"So cold, achoo!"

The cold air of the night, Aoyama Nanami sneezed, and hurriedly used a towel to wipe dry.

Afterward, she let out the bath water that had a little too much water, and hurriedly changed clothes.

Already had dinner.

Aoyama Nanami turned off the lights, and by the way, turned off the living room lights, did the washing, and left the bedroom light alone.

Did extremely rare homework, reviewed and previewed for half an hour.

Practiced dubbing.

"Dubbing is still important... this is the most important, can't think about Classmate Kitakami anymore."

"Even if we are really together, if I don't pass the audition conference, I..."

The delusion that just arose in her mind was forcibly and reluctantly cut off by Aoyama Nanami, shaking her head vigorously.

Wild thoughts, all thrown to the back of her mind.

Ten-thirty.

Aoyama Nanami, in a very poor state, wore pajamas that were a bit white from washing; she didn't know where she found them, and they were still wrinkled.

She crawled into the quilt, lying on her side looking at the bedside.

Pillowing the pillow, looking at the bright stars and moon outside the window.

"What is the relationship between Classmate Kitakami and Yukinoshita Yukino."

"It seems he wasn't intimate with Gabriel."

Clearly agreed not to think about Kitakami Yoru's affairs, but this kind of requirement, even if the gods came, it wouldn't work.

Humans cannot control thoughts, only try to restrain them and disperse attention.

In a human life, one cannot escape the seven emotions and six desires.

Even finally jumping out a bold thought, what if she was one of them?

She turned over, faced the ceiling, and closed her eyes to sleep.

A dozen seconds later.

Aoyama Nanami opened her eyes, slowly exhaled a fragrant breath, and got up to fetch a water cup.

Lying down again, she took out her phone from under the pillow and looked at it.

Not long after, she put it down with no interest and turned to the side again.

Irritated, heart chaotic, couldn't sleep.

"Twelve o'clock tonight, hasn't passed yet..."

Slender fingers turned in circles, and the quilt drummed up and down.

"Classmate Kitakami..."

"Is it comfortable?"

The boy whom the stressed, simple girl thought of spoke faintly at this time.

"Use a little force on the left."

Fujiwara Chika replied facing the TV.

Kitakami Yoru, who was massaging behind her, would never know how happy and shy Fujiwara Chika's expression was now.

"Chika, did you wear perfume when you went out?"

Kitakami Yoru chatted.

"Which girl doesn't wear perfume when going out, it's very normal, okay?"

"Understand?"

Fujiwara Chika emphasized this matter like a teacher.

"Bastard, I won't tell you."

"However, there are girls who have a natural fragrance."

Kitakami Yoru secretly thought elsewhere.

For example, Eriri, who has a sweet body scent similar to milk.

Stick your nose close to the skin, and you can smell it.

Yui Yuigahama has another kind of tempting aura, countless times more fatal than Eriri's.

"Will Classmate Yuigahama become like that in the future?"

Muttering secretly, Kitakami Yoru felt it wasn't.

"So late."

Fujiwara Chika looked at the TV time and suddenly spoke.

"Take a taxi, or let the driver pick you up?"

Kitakami Yoru stopped the massage action.

"Hmm..."

Fujiwara Chika pulled the sound very long; actually, staying here overnight was okay.

Anyway, no one in the family knows except for Moeha.

If they ask, just say I was at Kaguya's house.

It's not like Chika Fujiwara hasn't stayed at Kaguya Shinomiya's house before; she's done it quite a few times.

Seven parts of her wanted to go home, three parts wanted to stay.

"Chika, are you staying at my place?"

Kitakami Yoru raised an eyebrow.

"I... I certainly won't..."

Chika Fujiwara suddenly trembled, her small hands gripping the edge of the sofa tightly.

Kitakami Yoru leaned close to her ear, blew a puff of warm air, and spoke gently.

"Call your driver, I'm sleepy too."

Even if Chika Fujiwara really stayed the night, Kitakami Yoru wouldn't fantasize about anything beyond friendship happening.

"What's the rush?"

"I dislike you so much, and even I'm not in a rush."

Chika Fujiwara looked back at Kitakami Yoru and gave a light huff.