Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

But where did she get that nightgown? Did she go out clothes shopping this afternoon?

After taking a shower, Gensuke Miura returned to the bedroom with a tape measure, ready to measure and record Asano Mio's body data.

But Miss Idol still showed no sign of waking up.

He had no choice but to sit down on the edge of the bed and take out his cell phone to contact Tsukimiya Sakurano first.

The other party probably has some understanding of abnormal phenomena, otherwise he would not have shown such a panicked expression when asked by me.

The problem is that Senior Yuegong is not willing to communicate with him on this topic.

Then we can only build good relationships first.

[Miura Gensuke: Tsukimiya-senpai, I'm really sorry for today...]

【Tsukimiya Sakurano: I'm taking a bath. 】

[Miura Gensuke: At least don’t use that excuse…]

【Tsukimiya Sakurano sent a picture. 】

In the photo, she is lying in the bathtub.

But all you can see is foam and a raised white and tender foot.

The toenails were dyed a bright red, and between the toes were white bubbles of shower gel...

It looks a bit astringent.

[Miura Gensuke: Then let's talk after you take a shower.]

【Tsukimiya Sakurano: Are you blushing? 】

Miura Gensuke: No...

[Tsukimiya Sakurano: Eh? Aren’t senpai’s feet beautiful?]

Miura Gensuke: Very beautiful...

He couldn't lie about this kind of thing.

[Miura Gensuke: Actually, I want to talk to you about the Rain Girl.]

【Tsukimiya Sakurano:? 】

Miura Gensuke: In the afternoon, I was working in the kitchen.

[Miura Gensuke: But you were sitting by the window, so you should have seen the woman in black holding the umbrella, right?]

[Miura Gensuke: There's a rumor online about a rain girl haunting that street.]

【Tsukimiya Sakurano: I was concentrating on eating dessert at that time. 】

Seeing that the other party denied it, Gensuke Miura decided to be more direct.

[Miura Gensuke: Senior, when you were in high school, you founded an urban legend research club, right?]

【Tsukimiya Sakurano: Ah, that's just because the school requires you to join a club. 】

【Tsukimiya Sakurano: I'm not interested in these. 】

Seeing that the other party kept hiding the truth, Gensuke Miura was not discouraged.

That being the case...

Miura Gensuke: I see… I was hoping to find some common ground with you…

[Miura Gensuke: What a failure...]

[Tsukimiya Sakurano: Don't be too discouraged, I don't mind this kind of attempt.]

[Tsukimiya Sakurano: But, I'm older than you, wouldn't Miura-kun mind? ]

[Tsukimiya Sakurano: Or does Miura-kun like older sister types? ]

[Miura Gensuke: I really like the older sister type…]

[Miura Gensuke: No... To be precise, I like the type of Tsukimiya-senpai.]

[Tsukimiya Sakurano: Too bad, my sister has to continue taking a bath~]

Tsukimiya Sakurano put down her phone with a blushing face.

Originally, she was just joking with this innocent-looking junior.

It turned out that the other party was so bold and straightforward that it was beyond her expectations.

And this junior Miura is really unfair...

The dessert making skills are so good...

That alone is a plus.

Should we give him a chance?

Chapter 16 The Burden of the World

After putting down his phone, Gensuke Miura looked at the sleeping Mio Asano again.

I said I was going to make dinner for myself, but there was nothing in the kitchen...

Even if she's cute, she can't go back on her word like this, right?

He stretched out his finger and gently poked Asano Mio's soft cheek: "Wake up."

As a result, the temperature from the fingertips was abnormally high.

"..."

Miura Gensuke frowned and placed his hand on Asano Mio's slightly sweaty forehead.

Shockingly hot.

Maybe I got caught in the rain when I went out to buy clothes in the afternoon.

"Well……"

Asano Mio slowly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes were misty.

After seeing Miura Gensuke, the girl gave a tired smile.

"I'll go buy some medicine."

After pouring her a glass of water, Miura Gensuke ran out of the apartment.

About ten minutes later, he came back, soaking wet and panting.

Because he rarely got sick, Gensuke Miura didn't have any medicine in his apartment and had to buy it at a clinic outside.

"Thanks……"

Seeing his miserable appearance, Asano Mio weakly held his fingers.

"Take the medicine first."

After taking the white antipyretic medicine, the girl's condition was still worrying.

But she pushed herself up:

"Hurry up and dry your hair...Miura-san..."

"Well."

After covering her with the quilt, Gensuke Miura picked up the towel.

After drying his hair and changing into dry pajamas, he checked Asano Mio's condition again.

Even though I was covered with a blanket, my body was shaking.

"Asano, are you cold?"

In response, Asano Mio gently pulled his hand.

“…” Miura Gensuke had no choice but to hug the girl’s shoulders.

At a time like this, it would be inhumane to think too much.

I just wanted to make her feel more comfortable.

"Gensuke, the light is too bright..."

"Snapped."

After turning off the lights, the bedroom instantly became dim, and the sound of rain outside the window made the atmosphere very ambiguous.

But Gensuke Miura just felt a little sorry for the sweet and soft Asano Mio in his arms.

Living under the shadow of the possibility that life could disappear at any time, most people may not do better.

What's more, she is just a high school girl.

If I can't save her, then I will really be the one to accompany her to the end...

There's nothing wrong with being gentle.

……

……

……

The next day.

On Friday morning, the sound of rain was still outside the window, and judging from the intensity of the rain, it was moderate rain.

Therefore, the suspension of classes at St. Liberal Arts College was naturally lifted.

"what--"

After stretching, Gensuke Miura walked out of the bedroom in high spirits.

He has always been in good health and will be full of energy as long as he gets enough rest.

Asano Mio got up a little earlier and was making breakfast in the kitchen.

She was still wearing Miura Gensuke's apron.