My girlfriend is actually myself.

Unlike across the sea, in Japan, single beds are the mainstream choice.

The bed in Shiraishi Saku's room was somewhere between a single bed and a double bed; it was a bit cramped for two people, but just right for him and her.

After applying body lotion and letting their skin air dry for a while, they climbed into bed and snuggled under the covers.

Inside the blanket, Yukimiya Natsune helped Shiraishi Saku straighten the hem of his clothes that had been pulled up, while Shiraishi Saku helped Yukimiya Natsune gather her blonde hair at the back of her head.

When the twins first started, both the girl and boy forms would often press down on the soft blonde hair. As a result, Shiraishi Saku experienced the pain of having his hair pulled when girls fight. Now they have learned to tidy up their hair before going to bed.

It was still early, so Shiraishi Saku picked up his phone and started browsing interesting posts. Yukimiya Natsune hugged his arm, rested her head on his shoulder, and followed along, looking at the text and pictures on the screen.

When Shiraishi Saku got tired of holding the phone, he took over for a while. The girl's fingers were not strong enough, and she couldn't spare a finger to swipe the screen while holding the phone, so Shiraishi Saku raised one hand to take over.

Although we are looking at the same posts, our two minds can present different thoughts and perspectives, so it's never boring.

A stiffness came from the girl's arm. Shiraishi Saku took the phone and swiped it with his thumb.

A swimsuit post swiped across the screen and disappeared at the top. Before the boy could react, the girl swiped down the screen and clicked on the swimsuit post.

You're actually Yukami Natsune!

Well done!

Two pairs of eyes scanned the pictures in the post together, one pair looking at the models, the other at the swimsuits. One finger clicked "like," and the other clicked "favorite," working in perfect harmony to browse the details.

At 10:30, the alarm clock on the bedside table chimed softly, urging the two to fall asleep. This alarm clock was set by Sakura Nene.

Shiraishi Saku put down his phone and turned off the light, while Yukimiya Natsune pressed the alarm clock and turned it off.

She pulled her hands back under the covers and closed her eyes.

In the stillness of the night, thoughts always become active; forgotten things, shameful things, doubtful things all come to mind, preventing sleep.

A teenager doesn't have much to forget, feel ashamed of, or doubt, but a young girl does.

"Lili hasn't sent any messages."

This thought traveled from the girl's mind to the boy's mind.

Two arms stretched out from under the covers again; one turned on the lamp, and the other picked up the phone.

Open LINE, switch to Yukimiya Natsune's account, and you'll find only one friend: Asakura Airi.

The class's number one beauty, who always bothers Yukimiya Natsune, hasn't been heard from all night.

It seems that the truth during the day was even heavier than Shiraishi Saku had anticipated. He had thought that making Takahashi Yuko take the blame would not affect Asakura Airi's relationship with the young girl at all.

Her azure eyes looked at Shiraishi Shuo. The girl's body wasn't good at thinking about interpersonal matters. She needed to retrieve experience from the boy's mind and combine it into a mental model before she could analyze it, which added an extra step. It would be better for the boy to just think it through and tell her directly.

Shiraishi Shuo clicked on the image, opened the album, and selected a photo.

I'll send a photo first to test the waters with Airi Asakura.

Yukimiya Natsune clicked send.

The photo was taken on my way home from get off work today in a side alley. A black cat was carrying a string of fish balls in its mouth, walking by with a proud and arrogant air.

[Snow: Photo.jpg]

[Lili: It's that bad cat!]

[LiLi: It must have stolen that string of fish balls! I wonder which unlucky person got caught. My condolences.]

Airi Asakura replied almost instantly.

Relieved, Shiraishi Shuo turned off the lamp and crawled back into bed.

The fact that she replied to the message instantly suggests that the problem isn't serious; perhaps Airi Asakura just wants some peace and quiet.

Yukimiya Natsumi typed a reply, put down her phone, and crawled into bed, hugging Shiraishi Saku's arm.

……

[Snow: Mm-hmm]

Looking at the text on the screen, Airi Asakura breathed a sigh of relief and put down her phone.

The moment the message notification sounded and Yukimiya Natsumi's avatar appeared in the pop-up window, her heart almost stopped!

Yukimiya-chan had never messaged her first! Considering what happened today, thoughts like "Why did you try to steal my boyfriend?" and "I never thought you were this kind of person, let's break up" flashed through her mind. With trembling fingers, she opened Line.

It was a false alarm. Yukimiya-chan didn't send any accusations, but instead sent a photo of the suspected cat.

She replied immediately and was completely relieved to see that Yukimiya Natsune still responded with a curt "Mhm".

I don't know if the shop manager didn't tell Yukimiya-chan, or if Yukimiya-chan didn't care, but at least she's safe now. Thinking about it, Yukimiya-chan probably noticed she hadn't been in touch for a while, which is why she sent the photos.

If the aloof Yukimiya-chan can take the initiative to send me a message, does that mean I've already secured a place in her heart?

Airi Asakura hugged a pillow and rolled around on the bed, finding some solace in her sadness.

At the same time, a huge sense of shame welled up in her heart.

The boy she has a crush on is her best friend's boyfriend. What a melodramatic plot!

She raised her foot and kicked the giraffe pillow in her arms hard. "I'm sorry, Yukimiya, I'm a woman burdened with sin!"

The pillow bore the brunt of her shame as she was kicked off the bed, and Asakura Airi picked up her phone again.

She considered whether to write a two-thousand-word confession to Yukimiya Natsune, admitting her sins.

But the thought of it overloaded her brain, and even looking at Yukimiya Natsune's LINE account made her heart churn.

She put down her phone and threw herself onto the blanket.

Yukimiya-chan is nice, and she wants to continue bothering her, but she should stop for the next few days. She needs to calm down and forget about that incident.

Thankfully, Yukimiya-chan has consistently declined her invitations to meet in person. If she were to see Yukimiya-chan in the next few days, she definitely wouldn't be able to control her expression!

Online wasn't working either; her heart couldn't handle it.

If I don't bother Yukimiya-chan for a few days, she'll definitely get worried.

She needs an excuse to disappear online for a few days!

What excuse should I make? Sick? Lost my phone? Did the US detonate a nuclear bomb, triggering a nuclear electromagnetic pulse that paralyzed all electronic devices? Did the sixth god-killer, the Sword King, activate his power "Return to the Ancient World," causing civilization to regress to the Middle Ages? On my way home from school, I suddenly felt my feet slip and fell into an empty basement, spinning around many times before finally returning to the real world?

Neither of these options seems very far-fetched!

Airi Asakura sat up, trying to come up with a plausible reason, preferably one that wasn't too fake. She didn't want to deceive Yukimiya-chan, and a genuine reason would be even better.

"Airi," Chihaya, the mother's figure, appeared from behind the bedroom door, "Madam asked if you could help out for a few days. Today, Madam..."

Chihaya Asakura was about to give a detailed explanation to persuade her daughter, but she was interrupted by her daughter as soon as she started.

"I'll help!" Airi Asakura stood up excitedly. "I'll do my best to help you, Madam! I definitely won't slack off!"

The perfect excuse has appeared; she has a reason to disappear for a few days! She'll just say she's too tired from work and has neither the energy nor the time to bother Yukimiya-chan!

Chihaya Asakura paused for a moment: "Your work these past few days has been helping that person..."

"I'll do any job, no matter what it is!" Airi Asakura patted her chest and assured him.

Interrupted twice during her explanation, Asakura Chihaya did not continue. She thought that perhaps her daughter already knew about what happened during the day from Miss Yukimiya, so she didn't need to explain it herself.