Chapter 365

Why is this door so hard to close?

"My photo thing, can I confirm it one last time?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded gently, still worried.

"I didn't save it, didn't use it for fantasy, didn't send it to others."

Kitakami Yoru nodded impatiently and closed the door.

Just as he was about to close it, Kasumigaoka Utaha remembered the bento was cold and interrupted him embarrassedly: "Help me heat it up."

Someone's eyes were exactly the same as a little daughter-in-law who had been wronged, exhaled forcefully, took the bento, and turned to go in.

Just treat it as the price difference between that bag of bento and fruit.

That bag of food couldn't be bought for ten thousand yen.

Kasumigaoka Utaha definitely found it troublesome and reported a lower amount.

43: Accidental fainting

Carrying the bento and grabbing Sansan, who was unwilling to leave, Kitakami Yoru returned to the kitchen to help Kasumigaoka Utaha heat the bento.

"Stay here, don't move."

"People say you're a little perverted cat, and you still want to rub against people, be careful about canceling your future snack rewards!"

Scolding Sansan fiercely, Kitakami Yoru let go of it and let Sansan move freely.

Regardless of whether the innocent little cat could understand Kitakami Yoru's words.

Opening the microwave, the convenience food industry here in Neon was well-developed, and almost all packaging could be put into the microwave for direct heating.

Kitakami Yoru went back and picked a bento he liked to eat, and a portion of takoyaki.

Simply, heat them together.

Microwave, medium-high heat for three minutes was enough.

"The sky is getting colder and colder."

During the few minutes of waiting, Kitakami Yoru took out his phone to search for recent weather changes.

All good.

For the next fifteen days, it would be sunny, with daytime temperatures maintained at around 20 degrees Celsius.

However, the top of Mount Fuji already had its first snow cap.

Outside.

Blowing with small breezes, Kasumigaoka Utaha hugged her arms in the cold, leaning tightly against the cold wall.

Beside her, light came from Kitakami Yoru's warm home.

Downstairs outside the apartment, the lighting of the utility pole was not enough, and it couldn't provide light for Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Should have brought another piece of clothing."

"Losing my phone and having Kitakami Yoru pick it up is actually the best thing that happened to me today."

Muttering, Kasumigaoka Utaha waited for a long time in just three minutes.

She had no concept or perception of the passage of time.

Just as the microwave stopped working, Kitakami Yoru pulled it open and took out the two bentos inside, Kasumigaoka Utaha seemed to stand up impatiently and poked her head to look at Kitakami Yoru's home.

First, she carefully scrutinized the entrance, and finally tilted her head, wanting to see the specific appearance inside.

The result was naturally returning without success.

"When Kitakami Yoru discovered that Eriri was the real culprit, did he let Eriri go?"

"Today Rinri-kun made me so restless... Rinri-kun doesn't believe me..."

The other party still didn't believe her and chose to go find Eriri to talk about love.

Even so, Kasumigaoka Utaha still didn't intend to tell Aki Tomoya the truth.

She just felt it was meaningless.

"If Rinri-kun really doesn't like me, then I have no choice..."

Besides this, Kasumigaoka Utaha was also afraid of another consequence.

It was Aki Tomoya begging her not to use this matter to report and hurt Eriri, begging her to be generous.

For this, Aki Tomoya was willing to promise to agree to any request Kasumigaoka Utaha had.

Just to protect Eriri from being hurt.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who considered herself to know Aki Tomoya quite well, wasn't guessing groundlessly.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Carrying a warm bento, Kitakami Yoru walked out quickly and saw Kasumigaoka Utaha standing at the door foolishly.

"Thank you."

Kasumigaoka Utaha reached out to take it politely.

Just then.

The phone in Kitakami Yoru's pocket suddenly rang.

Glancing at Kasumigaoka Utaha, Kitakami Yoru chose to slow down and answer the call first.

Fujiwara Chika calling?

Video call.

The phone was facing his face, Kitakami Yoru gave Kasumigaoka Utaha a quiet look, and while handing it out, he pressed to answer.

Heehee.

Chika-chan's lips were really super soft, not losing to that mixed-race white-skinned little golden retriever Eriri by a single point.

Fujiwara Chika's house.

In the living room.

Wearing pink printed cute pajamas, with her legs on the small sofa table, Fujiwara Chika, with wet hair, smiled.

"Good evening, Kitakami-kun."

Being full and warm leads to lust; this old saying has been passed down to this day for a reason.

Fujiwara Chika missed Kitakami Yoru...

"Good evening."

Kitakami Yoru didn't want to expose to Kasumigaoka Utaha who he was having a video call with.

Looking at Fujiwara Chika on the phone screen.

He quickly handed the bento to the other party and kept signaling her to get lost quickly.

Seeing this scene, Kasumigaoka Utaha was a little curious at first.

Who is Kitakami Yoru having a video call with?

She felt the voice over there was a bit familiar.

Later, she associated it with Fujiwara Chika.

"Does Fujiwara-secretary of the student council like him?"

Taking the bento, Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at Kitakami Yoru distractedly and didn't hold it steady.

A perfectly good bento accidentally smashed onto the ground.

When heated in the microwave, the bento packaging was open.

In front of the apartment door, a sweet and sour fried pork roll bento was spilled all over the ground.

Kasumigaoka Utaha reacted first, and she was stunned.

Staring blankly at the ground.

The sound on Kitakami Yoru's side attracted Fujiwara Chika's attention and curiosity.

From the video, she felt Kitakami Yoru was busy, as if something was happening.

"Are you busy, what happened?"

Fujiwara Chika sat up unconsciously and asked with concern.

Kitakami Yoru looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha outside the door, with a stunning face and perfect figure, standing at his door in the middle of the night.

Absolutely must not let Fujiwara Chika know!

"Nothing, I didn't cook tonight, ordered a takeout."

"It's nothing, I didn't cook tonight, I ordered takeout."