Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

Accompanying four little girls with dysfunctional personalities is more tiring than working part-time.

And I have to cook five meals...

The taste should be different.

After using a quilt to spread a simple tatami on the floor next to the bed, Miura Gensuke took out his cell phone.

Let's chat with Miss Idol and relax.

[Miura Gensuke: Mio, are you tired from training today? ]

【Asano Mio: Well, there are some...】

【Asano Mio: But don't worry. 】

【Asano Mio: After all, it’s an idol’s job.】

【Asano Mio: By the way, Gensuke, do you want to come and see my performance? 】

[Miura Gensuke: I don’t really like the atmosphere of concerts.]

[Asano Mio: Okay...]

【Asano Mio: Are you still living with your senior? 】

【Miura Gensuke: No, I let her leave.】

After all, we have to leave space for the four Xiaoyao...

【Asano Mio: Actually, I’m a little worried…】

[Asano Mio: If we're apart for too long, won't we become strangers?]

[Miura Gensuke: We were only apart for a week or so.]

Miura Gensuke: And after your concert, we still have two days off during Golden Week. We can go out and have fun together.

【Asano Mio: That’s a deal then…】

"Brother, there isn't enough space for beds."

"It's too crowded! Senior, you idiot! Can't you just work hard and buy a bigger house?!"

"..."

Miura Gensuke sat up with lifeless eyes and looked at the four Xiaoyao on the bed.

Although I am petite, a single bed is still not enough.

If you sleep on the sofa, there won’t be enough quilts or other items to share.

"Miura-senpai."

The considerate Xiaoyao jumped out of bed, blushing and hugging the pillow. Her cute eyes looked into Miura Gensuke's eyes: "I'll sleep next to you..."

"it is good……"

With nothing else to do, Miura Gensuke lay down again.

As the desk lamp went out, the girls gradually stopped chattering and began to sleep for the night.

Miura Gensuke was finally able to close his eyes.

"..."

But suddenly, he felt that Xiaoyao was getting closer and closer to him.

The sweet and soft little body seemed to want to snuggle into his arms.

"Senior..."

Xiaoyao's cherry lips were close to his ear, feeling smooth, tender, and moist and warm.

Miura Gensuke had no choice but to open his eyes again.

The girl's silver hair looks particularly textured under the moonlight.

And the lovely fair cheeks seemed to be glowing.

Of course, what makes her most attractive is her beautiful eyes.

"Can't sleep? Xiaoyao..."

"Um... Can you hold me, Senior?"

There was an inexplicable feeling of loneliness in Xiaoyao's purple eyes.

Miura Gensuke turned sideways and gently embraced Xiaoyao in his arms.

The body was soft as if it had no bones, and very small.

Even when hugging, I don't dare to be too forceful.

"Hehe..." The girl gently pressed her cheek against his chest: "If I have you by my side, I won't be lonely..."

"I won't be alone anymore..."

"Even if there's no dream... it's okay..."

"Because you are my dream... my hope..."

Miura Gensuke just stroked her little head.

As an orphan himself, he could understand the other person's feelings to some extent.

And Xiaoyao also lost his friend...

Now this performance is very strong.

However, the two haven't had a proper talk since the last dream incident.

Miura Gensuke wasn't sure if the other party had resolved his emotional issues...

"Senior..."

After receiving a pat on the head in response, Xiaoyao's purple eyes sparkled.

She stood up slightly, cupped Miura Gensuke's cheek with her soft hands, and kissed him on the lips.

The girl's lips were soft and fragrant, and pressed tightly together, as if she had made a great decision.

For a moment, Miura Gensuke could only feel the sweet scent of the girl.

"..."

He was so surprised that he was stunned for a moment, then gently pushed Xiaoyao away.

"Senior..."

Xiaoyao hugged him again in disappointment, as if she was afraid that he would hate her: "Don't you like... Xiaoyao?"

"No..." Miura Gensuke just felt that this was not the complete Yukikawa Haruka.

Kissing at this time doesn't seem right...

"Is that all?"

After listening to Miura Gensuke's explanation, Xuechuan Haruka kissed him again with confidence, but this time she kissed his cheek: "I am the real Xiaoyao..."

"Xiaoyao who only belongs to senior..."

"They're just fakes..."

Miura Gensuke shook his head: "They are also a part of you..."

"No...it's not..."

Xuechuan Haruka's silver eyelashes trembled, and tears fell on Miura Gensuke's face: "When the time comes, the present me will disappear..."

"Senior..."

"Your Xiaoyao will disappear..."

Miura Gensuke held her back in his arms: "No."

"No matter what kind of Xiaoyao she is, I like her very much..."

However, this is just consolation.

He really hadn't thought about it seriously...

These personalities are independent and naturally have self-awareness.

After returning to the original Xiaoyao...

From his perspective, it cannot be said to have disappeared.

But in the eyes of Xiaoyao in his arms... is it the same?

Fortunately, Xiaoyao did not continue to confess, but just hugged him quietly.

The complete Xiaoyao...somewhat likes herself...

That's why some personalities are like this.

Miura Gensuke, who was completely awake, began to think.

He thought the other party would hate him for breaking the dream...

Now that I think about it, there were indeed some signs.

For example, when she was eating lunch boxes during the school anniversary celebration, it was obvious that she was embarrassing herself in front of other girls.

And when I was helping her with rehabilitation treatment, I didn't feel any rejection at all.

However, it was a very vague feeling.

It's not the passionate and straightforward love that Xiaoyao has in front of her...

Even at the cost of lying, he wanted to replace the original Xiaoyao...

Now think about it, am I also running away?

I didn't really try to understand the thoughts of the people around me...

Just resolve the exception itself...

It’s not enough at all…