"...It's you."
Seeing the other person's stunned expression, Vili stretched his arms, yawned, rolled over, and lay on his side on the bed, tilting his head to look at him.
"Yukimura...kun, are you here to rest too?"
"...You don't need to use honorifics with me."
Masashi Yukimura withdrew his hand, but unconsciously rubbed his fingertips a few times.
What was I doing just now?
Seeing the boy's completely unguarded appearance, for a moment, he actually wanted to lean over and kiss those slightly parted, rosy lips that were parted due to deep sleep.
Why do you trust me so much?
I simply...
Vili's attention wasn't on him, but rather on the makeshift bedding laid out in the corner.
The tatami mat where I was sleeping was located in the very center of the room, and that spot was almost the furthest away from me.
Could he be mistaken, Yukimura Masashi...?
Actually, I quite dislike myself?
"you……"
"This is some food prepared by the landlady. You haven't had lunch yet, so eat this first before you go to sleep."
As if he had finally calmed down, Masashi Yukimura spoke again, and the two voices rang out at the same time.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized to Willy. “What did you want to say?”
She even helped him bring his food; it seems she misunderstood.
Vili shook his head, and then noticed a tray on the small coffee table next to the aloof boy.
On the tray were a few simple snacks, such as sushi and tempura, as well as a bowl of hot miso soup.
However, rather than eating, Willy wanted to continue his interrupted sleep.
Before he could even speak, Yukimura Masashi seemed to have read the boy's mind, frowned, and said coldly:
"no."
Seeing the startled look on Willy's face, he realized his tone and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.
"I'm...I'm sorry. I..."
He struggled to find the right words, but in the end he simply looked away, avoiding Willy's gaze, and lowered his voice.
"...If you don't eat, you'll have a stomachache later."
Vili got up from the bed, looked at him for a while, and then obediently walked to the coffee table and picked up the bowl and chopsticks.
Seeing that Yukimura Masashi was still standing there motionless, he reached out to call out to him.
"Why don't you come and eat something with us?"
Masashi Yukimura pursed his lips: "No... I..."
"Don't say you've already eaten."
Vili waved his phone to show the time displayed.
"I only slept for a short while, that's definitely not enough time for you to eat."
"Didn't you say that you'd get a stomachache if you didn't eat?"
Masashi Yukimura finally moved and sat down on the other side of the coffee table.
Listening to the rain outside the window, the time the two spent eating together was quiet, with only the clinking of bowls and chopsticks and the soft sounds of chewing, yet it revealed an unexpected warmth.
However, seeing that Willy kept avoiding the plate of seaweed knots, Masashi Yukimura couldn't help but speak up:
Don't be a picky eater.
It's been discovered.
"But the seaweed seems to have a slightly fishy smell, which is weird..."
Masashi Yukimura seemed to have gradually mastered the art of getting along with the boy. He didn't speak again, but just met his gaze with disapproval.
In the end, Willie obediently picked up a piece of seaweed, put it in his mouth, and chewed it silently.
After finishing his meal, he picked up the soup bowl in front of him, and as he did so, his sleeve fell down, revealing his slender, fair wrist.
He gulped down a large mouthful.
Unsurprisingly, I choked.
"Don't drink so fast."
While giving instructions, Masashi Yukimura quickly handed a glass of water to the boy.
After Vili put down the soup bowl, he saw that the bowl of seaweed knots had been moved to Yukimura Masashi's front.
He subtly curved the corners of his lips into a smile.
After dinner, Willy was no longer sleepy, but Yukimura Masashi thoughtfully left the room alone. Listening to the rain, he eventually drifted off to sleep again.
But this time, he still didn't get enough sleep as he had hoped.
"I love it."
"So cute."
"I want to get it."
"I want to have it."
"It's so noisy."
Willie threw off the covers, impatiently scratching his messy hair. His flushed cheeks and neck, which had been flushed from sleep, were suddenly exposed to the air, and the heat quickly subsided, returning to their usual color.
It was getting late, and although the rain had stopped, judging by the time, they probably wouldn't be able to reach Twilight Village today.
However, Willy didn't care about any of these things.
All he cared about was who was constantly nagging in his ear, saying those annoying things.
He walked around the room but couldn't find anyone there.
Not to mention humans, even supernatural beings don't exist.
But the sound continued.
I want to kiss you.
"I want to kiss your forehead, a wet kiss trailing down, from the tip of your delicate nose to your pink cheeks, and further down..."
What kind of expression would you make if I kissed your lips?
Will you cry?
I want to see your tears.
……ha?
Willy's fist hardened.
This is... such a familiar example of absurd and twisted statements.
He will let him see the tears.
But it wasn't his; it belonged to that guy!
The lights were off inside, but Vili was completely unaffected. Barefoot, he walked to the door and pulled it open.
Unexpectedly, there was a small tea table outside the door, with a lamp on the corner of the table casting a warm but not glaring light, and the shadow of the flames on the wall flickering.
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