Chapter 93

　When Shirakawa Natsu returned to his room, his trench coat was spread out on the sofa, and the sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom.

　　That’s normal. When she left, her face still smelled of him, so she must have wanted to wash it off first, as if to wash away everything that had just happened.

　　Shirakawa Natsu picked up the trench coat. Miyuki had sweated a lot earlier, and it felt damp to the touch, still carrying Miyuki’s scent, which clung to the coat.

　　He noticed that there was a more noticeable damp patch around the back of the lower half of the trench coat than around the rest of it.

　　He held the trench coat up to his body and showed it to himself.

　　His expression immediately turned strange. Could it be that the girl would actually come without any physical contact?

　　The scene from the hallway flashed through his mind. As he pulled the rope back and forth, controlling Miyuki’s head to sway back and forth, he didn’t notice where her fingers were.

　　But if he wanted his brother’s handsome face, he obviously wouldn’t do such a thing.

　　Perhaps he simply needed to urinate and couldn’t hold it in.

　　It is well known that women have a lower tolerance for urination than men, so it is normal for them to leak a little.

　　Moreover, afterwards, Miyuki also said she wanted to go to the bathroom.

　　However, Mikoto was quite carefree, simply tossing the trench coat onto the sofa.

　　Of course, if Shirakawa Natsu really wanted to know the answer, he could simply put it in front of his nose and smell it. However, such behavior was too bizarre, and he subconsciously dared not think in a strange direction.

　　They’re as close as brothers. What happened just now was just for filming, to fool Kanna Hojo and Hanahi Inagawa. Everything will be back to normal soon, and their long-standing relationship won’t be affected.

　　”Yes, nothing will change.” Shirakawa Natsu repeated to himself. He also noticed that he had been having a lot of internal monologues since earlier, as he heard the constant “splashing” sound of water coming from the bathroom.

　　When Miyuki comes out, nothing will change; they will still be good brothers.

　　Shirakawa Natsu decided to pretend she hadn’t noticed anything unusual about the trench coat, picked it up, took it to the bathroom, and threw it into the washing machine.

　　I poured in laundry detergent and watched the trench coat spin in the washing machine, producing white bubbles that washed away all evidence of its existence with the water, as if it had never existed.

　　Shirakawa Natsu felt that he was deceiving himself; just now, he had learned a lot of strange knowledge.

　　For example, if a brother has no hair, it’s unclear whether it’s natural or due to a habit of grooming.

　　The mouth was exactly halfway deep, and the throat was very tight.

　　This knowledge is definitely not something that legitimate fraternities would know.

　　Of course, many young people nowadays know about roommates, which just goes to show that there are some problems with today’s young people.

　　”Zzzzt.” The bathroom stall door opened, and Miyuki, wearing a bath towel and holding a hand towel over her short hair, emerged. Steam rose from behind her, hitting her fair skin and making it appear incredibly soft and supple.

　　Shirakawa Natsu’s heart skipped a beat; he was afraid that Miyuki would say something different from usual.

　　Miyu looked down at him standing in front of the washing machine and casually said, “Wash me too.”

　　”Okay.” Shirakawa Natsumi shrugged, her tone relaxed. “You always throw in so many dirty clothes, are you expecting me to wash them for you?”

　　Aside from washing her own underwear, Miyuki usually throws all her other outerwear into the laundry basket, and then throws it into the washing machine when it’s overflowing.

　　So often when Shirakawa Natsu was doing laundry, she would just throw her clothes in with her.

　　”Thank you,” Mikoto said insincerely as usual, then dried her hair and left.

　　Shirakawa Natsu watched her retreating figure, let out a long sigh, and remained as usual, as if nothing had happened.

　　He breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a slight, almost imperceptible sense of loss.

　　Humans are just that complicated.

　　Shirakawa Natsu stayed in the bath room for more than ten minutes, and only came out after she had finished washing.

　　Miyuki sat on the sofa, wearing only an oversized T-shirt as usual, with her long legs peeking out from under the hem.

　　A laptop rested on her lap; she held a coffee cup in one hand and typed rapidly on the keyboard with the other.

　　As a top student from Waseda University, being a “sea king” (a euphemism for a romantic relationship) is just a side job for her.

　　Shirakawa Natsuya brought over a drawing board, sat on the sofa, and began to draw.

　　”When was the first time we met?” Shirakawa Natsumi asked as she quickly sketched on her easel.

　　Miyuki took a sip of coffee, her eyes fixed on the screen: “When I was 12, I passed by and saw you being bullied by other kids. I taught those guys a lesson, and afterwards you told everyone that I was protecting you and that you were bullying those who had bullied you.”

　　”Um… I see.” Shirakawa Natsu paused, her paintbrush pausing. The children’s relationship felt too real, not romantic at all.

　　According to typical comic book storylines, at this point, the two should huddle together for warmth and build a bond.

　　”So we were the only friends back then,” Shirakawa Natsu laughed. He remembered that Miyuki’s mother passed away early when she was young, so she must have been a reclusive person, which is why the two of them were as close as brothers.

　　Miyuki raised her head and glanced at him indifferently: “You do not have any friends, but I have many female friends.”

　　”…” Shirakawa Natsu put down her pen and pouted, “Those aren’t friends at all. Those women are just after your body!”

　　Mi Zhi Shi looked at him with a half-smile, his face bearing that familiar roguish grin: “I trusted you when you helped me leave that home, and later when I moved into the orphanage, you often brought me food from home.”

　　After finishing speaking, Mi Zhi Shi looked up with a half-smile: “Actually, I don’t know which movies or TV shows you saw that children in orphanages go hungry. At least the food in our orphanage is quite good. But every time you bring food, I finish it. To be honest, the food doesn’t taste very good when it gets cold, and you rarely have meat.”

　　”…” Shirakawa Natsu put down the drawing, rubbed her temples, and realized that the beautiful memories were indeed very different from reality.

　　Miyuki finished her coffee and put it aside. She closed her notebook and said, “What impressed me most was after you were hospitalized. At that time, you had been diagnosed with heart failure and could die at any time. Every time I saw you, I treated it as if it were the last time.”

　　”I went to see you that evening. You were sitting on the bed with a smile on your face, sketching quickly on the drawing board. The setting sun shone on your face, and you didn’t look old at all. You seemed to have infinite energy in your body.”

　　”Uh.” Shirakawa Natsu had no recollection of this, but he was certain that he was laughing because he was thinking about how readers had reached the most exciting part only to find that the update had stopped and that the author had passed away.

　　The exhilarating feeling of successfully pulling off a prank was almost the sole motivation for him to continue painting in his later years: “Back then, did any rich young ladies, daughters of political elites, or beautiful girls with purple or white hair come to our hospital?”

　　”What?” Miyuki frowned and asked curiously, “Rich young ladies and elite daughters wouldn’t stay in such private hospitals.”

　　”Oh, it’s nothing, just asking casually.” Shirakawa Natsu shook his head. He remembered that Hashimoto Nai once said that she developed feelings for him after seeing him paint in the sunset.

　　Based on conventional experience, there should have been more than just Mino Shiki seeing him drawing at the time.

　　”I’m going to sleep.” Miyuki picked up her laptop, stood up, and suddenly said, “Thank you.”

　　Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback, then shook his head: “No need, we’re good brothers.”

　　Watching Miyuki return to her room, Shirakawa Natsu shifted his gaze from her long legs. Nothing had changed; she was still his good friend.

　　However, her legs are really beautiful, long and straight, but it’s a pity she never wears high heels and stockings.

　　Every day, they are completely covered up in leather pants or jeans.

　　But then I thought about it again, and realized that only he could see his brother’s fair and slender legs at home, which was strangely appealing.

　　Then I thought that Kanna Hojo might have already done it, and I had a strange feeling of being inexplicably bullied.

　　With mixed feelings, I returned to my room, turned on my computer, and imported the CDs that I had photographed with my phone.

　　The system’s skills are quite unconventional. For example, skills like “Photography (Beginner)” would be mistaken by most people as improving photography skills.

　　But Huangmao APP is just that unconventional. The photography skills obtained from the skill store do not improve your photography skills in the slightest.

　　He was only allowed to use the functions of various photography equipment proficiently, and he could also manually modify it to silent mode.

　　As if he had gained a strange talent, the photos he took of Mikoto were not of her most beautiful appearance.

　　But it must be her clearest image, every pore and every micro-expression on camera.

　　There’s also that viscous feel in the white liquid.

　　It all looks like it’s in 8K high definition.

　　Even though the camera was shaky and the people weren’t particularly attractive, the faces in the photos were captured with incredible clarity.

　　It gives viewers a strange sense of resonance that is low-class, slovenly, and sinful.

　　Shirakawa Natsu felt that if a friend asked him to film a wedding scene, it would most likely become the most difficult work to surpass in the history of distinctive film and television works.

　　Then, people who had been holding back their excitement watched until the end, only to find out it was a proper wedding.

　　”Hmm…” A soft, suppressed breathing sound came from the computer speakers.

　　Shirakawa Natsu looked at the screen, which showed Miyuki crawling around the sofa in the room. She had already completed one lap and was now resting on the floor.

　　He pressed the pause button and zoomed in on a spot with the mouse. In the video, a noticeable reflective mark appeared at that spot.

　　Such a crystalline reflection only occurs when there is water on the object.

　　Shirakawa Natsu shook her head, clearing her mind as she began processing the video, starting by slightly blurring Miyuki’s face.

　　Even though Inagawa Hanahi and Hojo Kanna will most likely only watch it at night, they are still brothers, so it’s better to be on the safe side.

　　He blurred out some recognizable things in the house, and his gaze fell on two points. His photography skills were clearly very rough and lacked any sense of composition.

　　Yet, they always manage to capture exceptionally clear images in some strange and unusual places.

　　”I can’t take it anymore, I need to go outside and calm down.” Shirakawa Natsu stood up from her seat.