The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

When Shizue Mori was young, she was exposed to too many books that children of that age should not have been able to understand, but she did understand them, which led to her disillusionment with human nature.

But this feeling, which sounds a bit childish yet is very real, disappeared when she started writing herself.

Because Shizue Mori compared the differences, she experienced the huge differences in the essence of content created under the same technique.

That is the huge gap between the two authors in terms of experience, thoughts, feelings and so on.

For example, the book that Kirihara Akira is holding now is a suspense novel she wrote.

The film captures the ebb and flow of emotions, and the plot unfolds with twists and turns, but for this subject matter, the writing is somewhat conservative, and the story follows a predictable pattern.

After realizing this, Shizue Mori discovered that she had been getting stuck in a rut all along.

Now, what troubles her is no longer the content of the book, but her inability to experience it.

"Sigh." Mori Shizue sighed softly, feeling a little embarrassed, and buried her face between her legs.

After a while, he raised his head again.

Kirihara Akira smiled and said, "Don't be discouraged. You still have a lot of potential, and the future is bright."

"What I write is worthless, utterly imperfect," Mori Shizue said gruffly. "What's the point of a work that can't move people?"

Teenage girls are so sensitive… Kirihara Akira became serious, closed his book, and said, “Why does perfection matter?”

"Huh?" Mori Shizue looked up, her expression surprised.

Kirihara Akira said, "Perfection is the most boring thing in the world. People don't need to experience everything, because people's books aren't offered to God; they don't need the concept of 'perfection.' Ultimately, readers are still people, and to move people, 'experience' itself is enough."

"It's unrealistic to expect an author to write only based on their own experiences. Otherwise, the concept of 'literature' would cease to exist, and humanity would lose its capacity for imagination. 'Emotion' is the essence of writing."

Mori Shizue opened her mouth, then looked a little dejected: "But... without experience, where do emotions come from?"

When Kirihara Akira looked into her eyes, she inexplicably looked away, her face slightly flushed.

Akira Kirihara said, "In my opinion, books are about imperfect people empathizing with each other's imperfections."

"What you're struggling with is that you can't experience it, but there are things in this world that only you, only Shizue Mori, could write."

Mori Shizue was touched and asked, "For example?"

"For example, your perverted old... uh, for example, your upbringing," Kirihara Akira said with a smile. "The life of the nobility is relatively unfamiliar to the general public, so it can bring a sense of novelty."

……

There's a reason why Mori Kiyoha doesn't like reading.

She disliked seeing her mother's gaze; when she wasn't reading, those hateful eyes seemed to say, "Look at you, why can't you learn from your sister?" And when she was reading, the fleeting hint of satisfaction in those eyes was even harder for her to accept.

Perhaps it was out of rebellion, but she chose to do something her older sister wasn't good at.

Although it stemmed from rebellion, it was a rebellion in the right direction. Mori Kiyoha loved sports, especially running.

The initial slight pain and discomfort subsided after thirty minutes as chemicals were released in the brain and the wind blew the sweat and anxiety away, finally allowing her to truly be herself.

However, she unexpectedly liked these books.

Suspenseful and thrilling, it's a good way to pass the time.

Today, however, she found it somewhat difficult to concentrate on her studies.

She was unwilling to speak, yet even more unwilling to remain silent. After a moment of unease, she simply closed the book, took a paper bag from the food cart, approached the two people talking, and handed the bag to them without saying a word.

Both of them were taken aback. Kirihara Akira asked, "What's in here?"

Mori Kiyoha said coldly, "Croquette."

Kirihara Akira took the bag and suddenly remembered that back in the shopping street, he had handed Mori Kiyoha a croquette, which she hadn't taken then.

"Perfect, I love eating this stuff." Kirihara Akira took out a piece and handed the bag to Mori Shizue.

Actually, last time, he just had some snacks after school to fill his mouth; he certainly didn't dislike anything that tasted good.

Mori Shizue tugged at the bag opening, peeked inside, then ducked her head out and said, "Ugh, it's oily. I'll get fat."

"I knew you'd say that." Mori Kiyoha rolled her eyes, snatched the bag, put on disposable gloves, broke the croquette in half, revealing the steaming potatoes inside: "Half for each of us."

"Fine." Mori Shizue reluctantly took the paper bag, maintaining her extremely reserved JK (high school girl) demeanor, and took a small bite, leaving a slight scratch on the croquette.

Then Mori Shizue's eyes lit up: "Delicious."

"Hmph." Mori Kiyoha snorted coldly.

The two sisters have different styles. Mori Kiyoha doesn't need to care about those formalities. She maintains a basic elegance by relying on the elegance that her mother forced her to have, and she is unconventional.

Mori Shizue, on the other hand, has ingrained elegance into her very being.

Yes, both sisters are very pleasing to the eye.

Seemingly noticing Kirihara Akira's gaze, the two turned to look at her simultaneously.

Kirihara Akira immediately avoided eye contact and lowered her head.

He noticed that both girls were wearing thick, fluffy slippers. He had thought it would be cool at night, but it turned out to be warmer, making their feet uncomfortable. As expected of twins, they ate with perfect understanding, placing their little feet on the fluffy fabric of their slippers, the fluff gently tickling their jewel-like toes through their toes.

The two pairs of small feet were almost identical in shape, but one pair was relatively bony and the other was relatively plump.

After a while, the relatively fuller pair shrank slightly.

Kirihara Akira looked up and saw Mori Shizue's slightly flushed face.

Sen Qingye glared at him fiercely from the side.

Kirihara Akira coughed twice, quickly ate the croquette in his hand, and changed the subject, saying, "In the end, writing is about accumulation—accumulating skills, accumulating life experience. There's no need to rush. Creating one unique world after another that belongs to you is definitely not without value."

Mori Shizue gurgled as she swallowed the food in her mouth before finally asking, "Have you ever tried writing?"

"Me?" Kirihara Akira was somewhat surprised and said, "I can write a little, but mystery novels..."

A slight disappointment appeared on Morishige's face.

Seeing her expression, Kirihara Akira searched her memory for the mystery novels she had read and thought of one that she wasn't sure could be called a mystery novel.

Due to work requirements, he also honed his penmanship skills; he could wield a pen without any problem, but when it came to creating art... he was still a bit lacking.

Do you want to be a plagiarist?

...

Seeing that the two had started discussing writing again, Mori Kiyoha opened her mouth, but didn't know how to start a conversation.

The atmosphere gradually heated up, and Mori Kiyoha deliberately crumpled the paper bag in her hand into a ball, making a rustling sound.

This failed to attract attention over there.

Mori Kiyoha did not disturb him further and turned to leave the library.

She casually tossed the paper bag to the servant who approached, and looking at the bright moonlight, she suddenly felt weak all over.

How bright and beautiful the moon is!

From childhood to adulthood, Haoyue has always been her older sister, Mori Shizue.

What kind of person is a perfect match for a bright moon?