The corner was dimly lit, and Hoshimi sat down by the wall, cowering in the cramped haze, with the sound of water behind him, and Asuka taking a bath in the bathroom.

She hugged her knees and buried her face quietly in her lap, with only the sound of water and the sound of Asuka confirming Hoshimi's location from time to time.

But in her mind, the teacher's pertinent evaluation of her in class kept echoing.

"It's not even close." Hoshimi said to himself sullenly.

“miho？”

"Oh, I'm just outside, are the birds done?"

The sound of water disappeared, and Hoshimi raised his head, and his usually glass-like clean and bright eyes were slightly gloomy, and he immediately hid after hearing the sound of pushing the door on his side.

"A glass of milk? I bought two boxes at noon. ”

"Strawberry-flavored!" Asuka wiped her hair with one hand, took strawberry milk with the other, and her moist fingertips ran across Hoshimi's palm, adding a touch of warmth to her.

"Well, it's good that there's a vending machine, and sure enough, you should drink a can of milk after taking a bath, right?"

Hoshimi said as he helped her put on the straw, got up to get her change of clothes, and walked into the bathroom, and the sound of water sounded again.

There was still a mist left in the bathroom, obscuring Hoshimi's eyes, and now she could only see a layer of mist covering it in front of the mirror, and she couldn't see her embarrassed self.

Repeating the most reassuring posture, Hoshimi hugged himself against the bathtub, and later felt dissatisfied, lying flat in the bathtub, supporting his hands on both sides of the bathtub, and slowly lying flat and drowning his head under the water.

A small series of bubbles slowly appeared on the surface of the water, and Hoshimi was lying in the water with his eyes open staring at the bath lamp hanging from the ceiling.

The harsh sound disappeared in her ears, and she was drowned out by the water, and the light fell on her eyes through the fluctuating water surface, and faded around, no longer a monotonous warm yellow, full of colors, so that she couldn't help but be dazzled.

It wasn't until he couldn't breathe that Hoshimi had to abandon the scene on the water, which was the weird light that would only appear in a dream.

By the time she reached the bed, Asuka had already hidden her head in the quilt and was sleeping soundly, making a sound of gentle breathing.

Hoshimi tiptoed over to the wall and turned off the light, his wet hair on his shoulders, droplets of water falling to the ground along the tips of his hair, clattering, the only sound in the room other than the sound of breathing.

Half a minute later, the sound of ticking water also disappeared into the house.

Hoshimi took the towel and changed into sneakers, gently closed the door, and walked out into the quiet hallway.

I don't remember when it started, but at this time of night, she was always glad that there was a rehearsal room downstairs.

It was late at night, the door of the rehearsal room was open, Hoshimi pushed the door in, her hand gently closed the door, and she made a stabbing sound, she hid in the dark, groping on the wall of the dance studio.

This dance studio is not the one that Nogizaka used during the day, it was secretly found by Hoshimi, and it is also one of the few idle practice rooms in the building that does not have a camera.

"Smack."

She skillfully turned on a small lamp in the dance studio, and the light looked particularly pitiful in the huge room, enveloped in darkness.

In the closed room, the faint smell of paint on the floor and walls that has not yet dissipated, and the smell of dust generated by being idle constantly irritates Hoshimi's nasal passages.

She put on her headphones and stood in the faint but hard light, letting her aching limbs dance to the music.

I don't know how long the music has been playing in my ears on a loop, obviously she is the only one, but the huge dance studio dance studio is like a damp and stuffy canned sardine, so that every cell in Hoshimi Mibu's body begins to ferment, forming lactic acid in the muscles, and a thin layer of fine sweat is tightly sewn on her freshly washed skin, bringing a lingering sticky feeling.

Hoshimi Mibu hid in the dance studio and danced alone, trying his best to dance together.

She is really still the same star, unwilling to show weakness in front of others, even if it seems that she doesn't work hard in the eyes of others, she doesn't want to show that she looks like a loser.

It was about to dawn, the clouds were a bleak golden yellow, and although it was not dazzling, the sun was still trying to stand out and appear in sight.

When Asuka Saito opened his eyes, Hoshimi was lying motionless on the bed across from her.

Hoshimi didn't have a quilt on her body, and there was a T-shirt hanging next to the bed that she hadn't seen her wear during the day, and if you looked closely, you could see that there were deep and shallow marks on the chest, neckline, and cuffs, as if she had been splashed with water.

Saito looked at her phone, and there was still half an hour before class, she got up and walked to Hoshimi's bed, patted her on the back, and tried to wake her up.

As soon as the palm of his hand touched Hoshimi's back, he could feel the hot heat of his hands through the nightdress.

"Miho, wake up, it's time for class."

Asuka shouted in her ear as hard as she could, and Hoshimi opened her eyes forcefully, and it seemed as if two Saito Asuka appeared in front of her.

Xingjian stood up slowly on the bed, his face flushed, but his lips were pale, "What time is it?" Birds. The voice was also extremely hoarse.

"It's half past eight."

"You go wash up first, I'll change my clothes first." Hoshimi said hard as he tore his throat, his eyes were blue.

"Are you alright, Miho, your face is so bad." Asuka looked at her worriedly, his eyes full of nervousness and concern.

"It's okay, maybe I didn't sleep because I dreamed of a dance teacher. Fortunately, there is still a day off, so if you survive today, you can go home tomorrow and rest, and you won't be scolded by your dance teacher and vocal teacher in your dreams. ”

Hoshimi stretched lazily and said to Asuka with a smile and a familiar tone.

"Then you change your clothes first, and I'll wash up first." Looking at Hoshimi, who seemed to have regained some vitality, Asuka let go of his heart hanging in the air.

"Hmm."

When Asuka entered the bathroom, Hoshimi shook his head vigorously, looked at his somewhat reddened skin, raised his hand and touched his hot forehead, and sighed.

Hoshimi opened the suitcase and rummaged through it, hiding the fever reducer he found in the quilt before slowly getting up and changing into clothes that were convenient for movement.

When Asuka came out of the toilet, Hoshimi had already changed his clothes and was about to tie his hair into a simple ponytail.

Her right hand was tied to the back of her head, her right hand was pressed against her cheek, and she was about to bite off the black leather band tied to her wrist with her teeth.

Hoshimi heard footsteps behind him and looked back at Asuka, his hands tied behind him with a band he had just taken off in his mouth.

"What's wrong?"

Hoshimi asked softly as he looked at Asuka who was stunned and motionless, his hands moving non-stop, skillfully tying his hair.

Hoshimi, who was single-tailed, looked exceptionally refreshing, and Asuka Saito only felt her heart pound and immediately regain her composure.

"It's okay", she looked at Hoshimi's still red face, still a little worried, and couldn't help but ask again, "Is it really okay?" But Miho, your face is really red. ”

Hoshimi straightened the broken hair on his sideburns behind his ears, smiled, and threw out the strawberry milk he hadn't drunk yesterday.

The milk arced, like the corners of her lips that were raised at the moment, and fell steadily into Asuka Saito's arms.

"It's totally fine, my only problem now is that I may not be able to make it to breakfast, so I need to ask Lord Asuka to hurry up and eat in the cafeteria now, and by the way, bring me one, please!"

Hoshimi folded his hands together and closed his eyes lightly in a gesture of request.

"It's on this adult, Miho better come down quickly." With that, Asuka walked out of the room with the milk.

Inside the house, the moment the door closed, Hoshimi collapsed on the bed without taking a step, raising his hand and gently rubbing his temples in an attempt to sober himself up.