Like most children, a young Fumiya Jin once gazed at the full moon in the night sky, wondering what it would feel like to touch.
Perhaps it was like a mirror, a hard, solid disc?
Perhaps it was like a rubber ball, a soft, squishy sphere?
Or maybe...
The possibilities were always endless.
But now, if he were asked that question again, he would probably think...
It was soft and tender.
It was warm and smooth.
Its surface was glossy and sleek.
It was gentle and springy to the touch.
A finger sinking in gently would be quickly pushed back out.
...The moon should probably feel just like this, utterly captivating.
Although Fumiya Jin had been transported to Japan, he still had the soul of a Chinese man at his core, and possessed an innate yearning for and attachment to the beauty of the bright moon.
So at this moment, he had to admit, he found it rather hard to let go. But of course, he couldn't admit it.
So he looked at the girl with a serious expression and asked earnestly, "You said you could see colors. Is that your ability?"
Shiina Mashiro nodded and said, "Mmm... Hiss~"
"Don't just mumble. Tell me about your ability," Fumiya Jin continued to ask with a straight face.
Shiina Mashiro pursed her soft lips and said, "I can see certain... colors... that are normally invisible... For example, the color of sound, the color of a gaze..."
Fumiya Jin was slightly taken aback. "Be more specific. What can you discern from these colors? Truth and lies? Goodwill and malice? Or something else?"
A faint blush crept onto Shiina Mashiro's fair cheeks, but her expression remained as serene as ever. "I can... see a little bit of everything..."
"For example?" Fumiya Jin pressed.
"For example..." Shiina Mashiro thought for a moment, lowered her head slightly, and gestured with her chin, saying, "For example, that Fumiya-san genuinely likes this... even though it's just a burden..."
Fumiya Jin: "..."
"Knock, knock, knock—" A knock suddenly came from the door.
It conveniently broke the awkwardness of the moment.
Fumiya Jin pulled his hand back, stood up, and poured her a cup of tea, placing it in front of her.
"You have some tea first. I'll go see who's at the door. We'll continue our talk when I get back."
Hearing this, Shiina Mashiro's watery eyes brightened—so we can talk.
...
Fumiya Jin went to the entrance and opened the door.
He saw another beautiful girl with a dewy, vibrant look standing outside his door. This dewy look described both her fresh-faced cuteness and her current state.
Her long, silvery-white hair was completely soaked. Her Shuchiin Academy uniform was also largely drenched.
But it was worth noting that Kei-chan was wearing underwear, so only the vague outline could be seen, unlike Mashiro just now.
"Kei-chan?" Fumiya Jin said, stunned. "How did you get so soaked?"
"I was coming back from the concert and forgot my umbrella, so..." Kei Shirogane lowered her head, scratching her cheek and avoiding his gaze.
"That's so careless," Fumiya Jin subconsciously wanted to grab a towel to help her dry off, but then he remembered she lived right next door. He turned his head and asked, "Then you should hurry home and take a hot bath. What are you doing here at my place?"
"Umm... I... I forgot my... key..." Kei Shirogane said, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"Where's your dad?"
"He's on a business trip... He might not be back until tomorrow..."
"Ah, about that," Fumiya Jin recalled. "Your dad borrowed my spare key last week and never gave it back... So I don't have it anymore."
"Eh, eh, eh?"
Kei Shirogane looked surprised, but her expression wasn't entirely natural. In fact, she already knew about this.
More accurately, it was precisely because she knew that this entire operation planned by Moeha was set in motion...
However, since her head was already lowered and her face was partially hidden by her wet hair, Fumiya Jin didn't notice this slight hint of unnaturalness.
"Then... doesn't that mean I... can't get back in?" Kei Shirogane asked in a small voice.
Fumiya Jin thought for a moment. "We could break a window or try to pick the lock, but... both are a hassle, and it's not convenient on a rainy day like this. Besides..."
Fumiya Jin looked down at the girl. Kei Shirogane's slender body was trembling slightly. The cold rainwater was clearly making her very uncomfortable.
"Forget it, just come inside for now. But... I have a guest," Fumiya Jin said, his expression unavoidably a bit odd. After all, Shiina Mashiro's current state in the living room wasn't exactly suitable for meeting people.
"A guest?" Kei Shirogane was slightly taken aback.
Just then, the sound of footsteps came from behind Fumiya Jin.
Fumiya Jin sensed trouble and turned to look...
Sure enough, it was Mashiro walking out. She was still wrapped only in a bath towel.
"You were slow, Fumiya-san..." Shiina Mashiro said expressionlessly.
Kei Shirogane was dumbfounded when she saw Shiina Mashiro.
"Eh??? Th-This is..."
Fumiya Jin felt a headache coming on.
It was flustering, but it wasn't a real melodrama. Neither of these girls was his girlfriend yet, so what was there to be nervous about?
It was just that this kind of scene was genuinely complicated to explain.
"This is Shiina Mashiro, a very talented painter. She came to talk to me about some art-related matters," Fumiya Jin explained.
"A painter?" Kei Shirogane looked at the bath towel on Shiina Mashiro, at her pink, freshly-bathed skin, and then turned to Fumiya Jin. "Is this... what talking about art looks like?"
Fumiya Jin: "Emmm... It's not what you think. We only met less than half a day ago."
"It's not just about painting," Shiina Mashiro spoke up. "Didn't Fumiya-san promise to show me that thing?"
"That thing?" Kei Shirogane paused. "What thing?"
"You know... that thing that's really nice to look at, and very long," Shiina Mashiro said, making the shape of a book with her hands.
But upon hearing this terrible choice of words and seeing Shiina Mashiro's gesture, Kei Shirogane's mind immediately jumped to something inappropriate for minors.
"Th-That... thing... can you just show it to anyone???" Kei Shirogane asked, astonished.
"I can see it," Shiina Mashiro nodded. "I still have to draw for it."
"Draw a ma—"
"Huh? You... draw... for that thing???"
Kei Shirogane couldn't comprehend it, but she was deeply shaken. She stood there stunned for a full three seconds.
Then she turned her head and looked at Fumiya Jin in disbelief. "Fumiya-san, a girl you've only known for a day, and... and you can already do this kind of thing?"
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For a moment, Fumiya Jin was so exasperated he almost laughed.
This Shiina Mashiro... she was like one of those characters who looks cute but is secretly devious. She seemed so innocent and naive on the surface, but every word she said at a critical moment was ridiculously suggestive.
Fumiya Jin sighed, raised his hand, and patted Kei Shirogane's little, wet head, speaking softly, "There, there, Kei-chan. Don't let your imagination run wild, you're just a kid."
But hearing this, Kei Shirogane took it another way.
"A kid?" She bit her lip and said, "Is it because you've always seen me as a kid, Fumiya-san, that... that you've never even considered me?"
"If a girl you've only known for a day is okay..." Kei Shirogane recalled all the encouraging words Moeha had said to her on the way over, and a strong sense of unwillingness suddenly welled up in her heart. She pouted and said, "Then... am I not good enough?"
"Huh?" Fumiya Jin didn't quite understand for a moment.
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