It’s a little before 9:00 in the morning. I wake up.

Today is not a holiday or anything, it is the middle of a weekday.
I simply wake up late myself.

A cold wind blew through the room as I got out of bed.
The apartment is not flatteringly equipped, and the windows do not close properly.


My hair was shaggy, but I didn’t want to bother with it and didn’t feel like putting it in order.
I felt hungry, but it was too much trouble and I didn’t feel like cooking.

I think to myself, I am not living a good life.
But still, it doesn’t inspire me to make a proper living.

At the very least, I get dressed, brush my teeth, and do what I need to do to get ready enough to maintain my dignity as a human being.

Come to think of it, it has probably been two weeks since I have been away from music.

“What are those guys doing?”

Harushita san, Mirei, Azusa, and Kotoha. People to whom I have provided songs.
What are those women doing now?

I had recently stopped watching TV, so I had no information about these girls.

“I’m not even qualified to think about it.”

I asked the girls for permission to stop providing music.

I was surprised that they eventually forgave me, but I guess the girls had something to think about.
I don’t want to think about what that is exactly, though.


It is a recent habit that when my thoughts stand still, I immediately imagine something not good. It’s not good.
It seemed to me that one should not irresponsibly treat others badly, even if only in one’s imagination.

So let’s shake off the evil thoughts and think about college.
That was until

A “ping-pong,” a sound announcing the arrival of the visitor, sounded.

“Who might that be……?”

To be honest, they were the first people I thought of.

Prompt for a song.
Protest against throwing out a composition.

If you think about it for a moment, you will come up with one idea after another.

So I didn’t want to show my face.
I didn’t want to be blamed, but I didn’t want to witness that these girls, with whom I had been getting along so well, only thought of me as Kazashiro Rei.

I had thought about it, but didn’t want to make it a reality.

But still, if it is them, it is the least polite thing to do, to meet them face to face and ask for their forgiveness.
It’s not something I can refuse to face on the basis of one of my feelings.

“May I ask who you are? ……?”

I opened the door with a certain degree of preparedness, and also with a certain degree of some abstract expectation, but what I found there, however, was a person I did not expect.

It was Mizuno Shizuku.

“Uh, uh, ……, Shizuku san ……?”
“Yes, it’s been a while!”

I can’t get my head around the smirk on Shizuku san’s face.

“I-I’ll be with you in a minute.”

I take a breath and turn to Shizuku san again.

“Um, how did you find this place ……?”
“Kotoha san, Fujikawa Kotoha san told me about it.”

No, no, no, wait. I am getting more and more baffled by the explanation.

Why is Kotoha’s name mentioned there?

-I think Kotoha didn’t think well of Shizuku san

How could it be that Kotoha and Shizuku had become acquaintances, and to top it off, they had become such good friends that she gave Shizuku the address of where I had moved to?
I mean, it’s Kotoha to begin with, so if she had something to say, she would have come to me herself.

“W-Why did you come here?”
“—-Ah, that’s, hmmmm…”

Then I ask these questions, and the words instantly become embarrassingly mumbled.
I no longer understand.

But now that she is in such a state, I am more relaxed

‘It’s already 9:00, what about your work……”
“T-That’s okay! It’s an errand that won’t take too long.”
“I-Is that so?”

The volume of Shizuku san’s voice suddenly became louder as if she was fooling around.
I have a feeling that this is definitely not okay, but if she says it’s okay, let’s just say so.

“So what’s this thing you do that doesn’t take a lot of time?”
“That’s, um, that…”

After all, as soon as I asked her the reason for her visit, Shizuku san stiffened.

But of course I have no idea why she came.

“That’s…….Um….uuu, Stay with me!”
“What are you really doing ……”

Shizuku san is getting into the swing of things right in front of me
No, if you want to get into it, do it before you ring the intercom.


Shizuku san clears her throat.

Then she straightens her back, corrects her antics, and adjusts her gaze to my eye level with a slight angle of elevation.

“Nagishiro kun.”

I was thrilled that she called my name in a clear voice, but more than that, her next words shook my brain.

“Please have a date with me tomorrow at ……!!!”

D-Date!?Tomorro!? Tomorrow is December 24t!?

It’s Christmas Eve, you know. …….

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