Shiina Iori and Igarashi Yui both went out.

Miyahara Nagisa sat in the living room watching TV.

The sound on the screen was noisy, but she couldn't hear a word.

My mind was full of Shiina Iori's actions when she reached out to feed the sandwich to Yui's mouth at the kitchen counter this morning.

Two-thirds left, the Iori special sandwich, which had been half cold, was placed on the plate in front of her.

It tastes good and tastes better than any other Western restaurant outside, but it is inexplicably hard to eat.

Why?

Miyahara Nagisa held her chin with one hand, and inexplicable thoughts echoed in her mind.

The girl's complex mood was as tangled as the headphone cable she had just stuffed into her pocket and immediately took out.

"I've been staying at home for too long, right?"

She muttered to herself.

Miyahara Nagisa looked to the side of the gate, and there was a one-day trip for three people hanging on the walls of the entrance.

In the column belonging to [Miyahara Nagisa], the two words "Learning" are written.

"It seems... I haven't gone out for a long time."

"Since Iori moved in."

While thinking about this, Miyahara Nagisa involuntarily acted and took out the school uniform he often wore when he went out.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, picked up the corners of her school uniform, and compared it in front of her thin body.

His eyes looked at himself standing in front of the mirror.

It was a very close-fitting Western-style black spring jacket, with a short skirt that was also black on the lower body and should have been above the knee.

However, because Nagisa had found someone to cut it herself, the length of the short skirt was reduced a little shorter to the center of the thigh.

Nagisa tried it twice and put it on again.

But when I was wearing it to my thighs, my skirt line was suddenly stuck by my thighs that had become fleshy at some point.

Still motionless.

"hiss--"

Take a deep breath.

He levered his legs and jumped hard.

The short skirt was finally raised to the waist.

I feel a little bit narrow at the waistline.

“…”

Miyahara Nagisa looked at her school uniform and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

After a long time, he said lightly: "I haven't worn it for too long, but I didn't even notice that my skirt was washed and shrunk."

"It shouldn't be."

As he said this, he finally took off his school uniform skirt and turned out a simple and loose pure white home dress. He casually put it on his body and put on safety pants.

This is where you can go out.

I just threw the school uniform aside in my hand, walked to the living room, and looked at it twice more in front of the full-length mirror in the entrance hall.

She suddenly heard a crisp sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Click, click."

It's like leather boots slapping on the smooth stone floor.

Miyahara Nagisa looked out the door.

I was about to continue wearing shoes and go out.

The movement suddenly stopped.

"Pu"

"Pu"

The corridor outside is quiet.

The footsteps stopped in front of their house, as if someone outside was confirming the door number.

Miyahara Nagisa turned her head and looked at the door.

"jingle."

The doorbell rang.

So, Miyahara Nagisa walked over without much precaution and pushed open the door casually.

Probably a courier.

She thought so in her heart.

"Hello, this is Mr. Shiina's home in Building 3, Funnoki Apartment, 1701, Building 3, right?" the woman in front of her asked.

"Yeah, right."

Miyahara Nagisa did not care about the answer.

"Oh, hello."

As he said that, the woman in front of him paused for a moment and showed a standard business-style smile.

"I am Sagawa's courier. Mr. Shiina ordered a batch of books from Ama and asked for delivery to the home. Can you please sign for it?"

Miyahara Nagisa looked at Sagawa's uniform on the woman's body, and then looked at the box of packages she was holding.

It was indeed a courier.

He lowered his head, but his eyes paused.

The female courier opposite was wearing a pair of soft-soled sneakers.

However, before I could think about it, Miyahara Nagisa's thoughts were quickly interrupted by the courier in front of me: "What is your relationship with Mr. Shiina? Can you confirm his contact information?"

Miyahara Nagisa frowned when she heard her words.

But looking at the box of books, I paused calmly: "I am his cousin, his mobile phone number is 0803412xxxx..."

Miyahara Nagisa didn't even look at her phone, and skillfully recited a string of phone numbers for the Tokyo area code.

"Okay, please give me a hassle."

"Please sign your name here."

The courier skillfully followed the employee's business manual process and carried out every step. Miyahara Nagisa didn't care. She simply wrote the name on, took a large box of books, and walked into the room with expressionless expression.

That box of books is probably more than ten pounds, but in the thin Miyahara Nagisa, it seemed as light as nothing. She carried it with one hand and took the door with the other hand.

"Squeak squeak...dong."

The door is closed.

Miyahara Nagisa suddenly became stunned.

The touch is wrong.

So, she turned around.

I saw a clean student leather shoe between the door and the door frame.

As her eyes moved upwards along the slender legs wrapped in leather shoes and white stockings, she saw the familiar black school uniform skirt and the convex and straight Western black spring uniform.

The door blocked his face.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Accompanied by a crisp female voice, a white and tender little hand slowly pulled open the heavy anti-theft door through the crack of the door.

The pure and fair face that was exposed outside the door was 70% or 80% similar to Shiina Iori, but was even more charming and stunning.

The girl's eyes were half-closed, as if she was smiling gently.

"It's amazing, I couldn't react until just now."

"How could I meet you here?"

"Natsu, senior?"

Miyahara Nagisa turned her head and showed a somewhat shocked expression. She couldn't help but point her in surprise.

"you......"

The girl in a school uniform in front of her showed a perfect smile.

Miyahara Nagisa frowned: "...Who are you?"
To be continued...