Ventustium
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1 Shino kept the promise with Sandai, maintained a sense of distance close to prior to their meeting, and didn’t get involved with him at all at school. The rumors continued to fly about nevertheless, but around the time it became after-school, there were some who began to cool off like: ‘Maybe it was just coincidence they were together this morning, and we just had a weird misunderstanding…’ It was moving in a good direction. Sandai finished packing up to go home, passed by Shino…
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1 Thinking that it would be harsh for her to go to her part-time job in a dirty uniform, Sandai lent her his clothes. However, there was a difference in height and in physique of a man and a woman, so of course, the size didn’t fit, and it was very loose-fitting when Shino put them on. “That felt great~.” “Glad to hear that. Hear, I’ll give you a paper bag, too.” “Hmm? Paper bag?” “The paper bag is pretty big so you can put your uniform there. If you get an express dry…
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“…C’mon, don’t look here.” “I hear you, but the sight of you gloriously plunging your foot into the gutter is just so eye-catching.” “I-I didn’t do it because I wanted to! Aaah geez, this is the worst! I have a part-time after this and no way I’m going there while stinking of the ditch… and I’ve got dirt splattered over my uniform and arms, too…” “Part-time? From when?” “…It starts at 5.” “You still have about one hour and a half there. How about…
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TL: NaCl ED: AmadCSK PR: Ikea That evening, Hayato and Haruki returned home a little later than usual. “Ahh, we’re already here.” “…Just open the door already. My hands are full.” Haruki, in a somewhat good mood, laughed and opened the front door with the spare key she had been given earlier today. Meanwhile, Hayato had a bitter expression on his face, his face bright red. The reason was that he was holding a large calico cat plushie, about the size of a body pillow,…
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TL: NaCl ED: AmadCSK PR: Ikea “None of this makes any sense…” Hayato’s murmur from the balcony blended into the late-night cityscape. Just like the haphazardly constructed buildings visible below, his heart was in turmoil. The roar of truck engines driving along the main road could occasionally be heard despite the late hour. As he gazed up at the night city sky, Hayato noticed that there were more twinkling stars than usual. Perhaps the rain had washed the sky clean.…
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TL: NaCl ED: AmadCSK PR: Ikea The western sky faintly wavered like a mirage, giving it a deep red color. The air warmed by the daytime sun was now filled with storm clouds, darkening the sunset. Hayato and the others silently watched the transition from evening to night through the train window. After the incident at the family restaurant, the group headed to Karaoke Celery at Himeko’s request to eat something sweet. It was the same place Hayato and Haruki had visited the…
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TL: NaCl ED: AmadCSK PR: Ikea “Hey, are you still messing with it?” “Onii, hold still!” Himeko’s sharp voice echoed throughout the Kirishima household on a Sunday morning. Hayato, who was forced to sit on the living room sofa, was having his hair styled by his younger sister for the past 30 minutes. Despite the amount of time spent, it seemed that the results still weren’t up to her standards. Today was the day they had planned to go to the movies. Himeko,…
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TL: NaCl ED: AmadCSK PR: Ikea “Ah, welcome back, Hayato.” “O-Onii!” “I’m… back?” As soon as he returned home from the hospital, Hayato was met with a strange sense of discomfort, furrowing his brows. What he returned to was Haruki helping Himeko with her studies at the living room table. This sight was not particularly unusual, especially as of late. What was off was the air surrounding Haruki. Haruki’s upright posture, calm smile, and the way her eyes and…
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TL: NaCl ED: AmadCSK PR: Ikea The sky had been overcast since that morning. As Hayato walked to school, he took a deep breath and inhaled the atmosphere around him. It’s pretty faint, but it smells like it might rain. He furrowed his brows, regretting his decision to not bring an umbrella. He had initially taken a quick glance at the sky before leaving home and judged that it wouldn’t rain. However, it now seemed like he was going to be wrong. The faint smell of incoming…
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