Kashihara sat quietly at the table, looking at the excited and murderous women on the field, he fell into silence.

It's so terrible for a woman to get angry.

It was simply a scruple of demons. Even simple people like Senior Sister Ikawa were affected, let alone Kirino Hanyu.

Finally, in a seemingly peaceful but actually a messy atmosphere, we ended the bad ghost-drawing game tonight.

Kashihara clearly looked at the dark night without thinking.

Tonight, he was asked not many times by the girl, but they were all questions that made him frightened and had to answer.

This also led to the understanding of him by Lurixue Ikawa and Kiryu No. .

Before leaving, their gaze was really uncomfortable.

The room decorated with solid wood still has the faint fragrance of girls.

Obviously, when they left, they cleaned up Kashihara's room, and they were careful not to miss any garbage.

But Kashihara still felt that tonight was so messy.

He never expected that Chizuru Asaha would take out a doll villain who could not lie.

Throw all the hidden thoughts of everyone out of the water, and no one hidden in the dark peeks out.

After the situation is chaotic, the situation must be quite clear.

But in this way...

Kashihara sighed helplessly, so what?

Could it be based on the organ and Asaba?

He covered the bedding in annoyance.

...

late at night

Kashiwabara couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

The closed windows can still hear the sound of the sea tide slapping on the shore.

Perhaps it was because of his illusion that he had too much thought.

This happened tonight.

He felt that he had gained something and lost something.

This feeling of being unable to be called is really uncomfortable.

In the dark night, he laid his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

The ticking pointer seemed to be his heartbeat, one after another.

When he calmed down, the sound of the endless tide seemed to weaken and gradually became inaudible.

It was amazing, he thought so.

Kamakura is a quiet town.

This private territory by the sea is silent at night.

The cries of insects in the bushes under the window are clearly heard.

“So quiet.”

Kashiwabara's undulating chest means he is not calm and cannot fall asleep.

I can only count the stars to pass the time.

With his current physical strength, he will not be tired even if he doesn't sleep for 24 hours.

The villa is shrouded in people.

The girls who are noisy during the day are now trapped in a sweet or frowning dream.

at night.

A faint sound, but clearly heard in Kashihara, woke him up.

He stood up suddenly.

In my ears, the gentle sound quietly brought to the door, and the gentle steps gradually left.

Kashihara frowned and looked through the window, but remembered that his room faced the back of the door, so he hurriedly put on his shirt, pushed open the door, and walked out.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse at night.

A slender and weak girl quietly strolls on the shore where the tide is surging.

The salty and wet sea breeze swept through the waves and wet her trousers.

Cold and thorny

Late at night, the beach in Kamakura is so cold.

She thought.

The girl was barefoot and stepped on the soft beach, which was a unique and indulgent feeling.

In the lonely night, even the seabirds were lurking and hibernating, waiting quietly for the sun to rise.

But she had no intention of sleeping and wandered alone in the world where she was the only one.

‘It’s so cold.’

She held her arms weakly and looked at the endless sea level curiously.

Looking at the faint silver moon on the sea.

In the daytime, the sea is surging and passionate.

The night is gloomy and terrifying. The bottom of the sea that is so dark that it cannot be seen, it seems to devour all the light, hiding all kinds of unknown secrets and dangers.

But it's much quieter than during the day.

Following the narrow coastline, she sorted out the messy thoughts in her heart.

The troubles made her melancholy and resentful.

Gradually, a young footsteps came from behind.

The organ Natsuori did not stop.

The man behind him did not say anything, but was silently accompanying her.

Seeing the girl's slightly trembling shoulders seemingly telling the coldness of the night, the boy unbuttoned his shirt, stepped forward a few steps, and draped it on the girl's slender back.

The organ finally stopped and turned around in a daze.

“Sunaru…”

Kashihara, who was calling her in unknown mood, was staring at her with complicated eyes.

"Um."

The cat-like girl replied softly.

“Isn’t it cold?”

"It's okay," she said.

"Go back, I'll get to the other side of the road soon."

Kashiwara looked over there and said.

"Um."

She nodded slightly.

So the two of them began to return along the coastline in the direction they came.

What did Kashiwahara want to say.

But there is no need to ask some things clearly.

Because he understood why the organ was not resting well and was relaxing alone in the middle of the night.

He hesitated, stretched out his arm and held the soft little hand of the Organ Natsuru.

It was a cold touch, but it didn't reject him.

“…”

"sorry."

Kashihara gently helped him sort out his slightly messy hair and said softly.

"fine."

The organ looked down at the sand under his feet, indicating that he didn't care.

The hazy shadow of the villa comes into view, but it is not real to see it.
To be continued...