Girl Band, Gravity Capture

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Turn on all the lights from the bedroom to the kitchen, bring out the bass I use for practice, sit in the center of the living room, and gently strum the bass in my arms.

—I'm so happy.

If it were now, I would definitely be able to play the best melody.

However, it was already quite late, and if she played too enthusiastically, she might disturb the neighbors downstairs. With this in mind, Nagasaki Motoyo could only suppress the surging joy in her heart with some regret, and simply stroked the strings lightly, her toes, wrapped in white cotton socks, tapping the music that was dancing in her mind onto the ground.

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—I want to turn back and share this endless sense of satisfaction that wells up from my heart with him.

Even though she had just left Yuan Xudou's house a few minutes ago, she couldn't help but miss that warm tranquility.

Like a life-saving campfire encountered in the freezing cold, it makes one want to get closer and absorb more warmth. Even if one leaves the flame temporarily, the warmth remains, giving her the motivation to continue.

No matter what you confide in Xu Doujun, you can feel his earnest and positive response, like a vast ocean that embraces all your timidity and confusion.

Nagasaki Motoyo firmly believed that beneath that seemingly indifferent expression lay an incredibly understanding and gentle nature, as genuine as his appearance. She knew that once the layer of ice that had formed around him due to his parents' absence and his desire to protect himself melted away, Minamoto no Koto would reveal the smile she envisioned.

Even though Yuan Xudou was much stronger and more mature than her, to the point that she didn't know how to touch his heart or how to truly care for him.

But—unconditional companionship is the best cure for loneliness. Nagasaki Motoyo firmly believes this.

The stroking motion of her fingers gradually stopped. Having made a decision in her heart, the girl got up, put the bass back in its place, turned off the unnecessary lights, and let darkness once again envelop most of the room.

In the dim light, Nagasaki Motoyo closed her eyes, pressed her right hand against her full chest, and quietly felt the sound of her heartbeat.

—I no longer feel fear of being alone at home.

Because something more important is sprouting within it, dispelling all past sorrows.

"...I want to see Xu Doujun again tomorrow."

She smiled and whispered her sincere wishes to the depths of her heart.

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Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After seeing off Nagasaki Motoyo, who was still reluctant to leave, Genji closed the door and began to turn off the chandeliers in the house one by one.

He checked the security measures and, once again impressed by the comprehensive amenities of the upscale apartment, went into his bedroom.

Turning on the computer, the soft blue light illuminated Yuan Xudou's calm profile.

"...It's already 9:30?"

In other words, not counting the time spent cooking and eating, I chatted with Nagasaki Motoyo for nearly two and a half hours.

Is it possible for conversations with people to last this long?

However, this experience isn't bad either. Understanding others through communication, though somewhat laborious, brings a subjective feeling that cannot be grasped through mere observation and imitation.

I can communicate with people more in the future.

As Yuan Xudou pondered, he logged into his virtual identity, opened his account, and checked for any missing information.

"There's nothing wrong with it; expenses and cash flow are all normal."

"Real estate? I never touch the real economy, why would they push something like this on me?"

He glanced at it briefly, and just as he was about to close it, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"...Wait, isn't this an online scam?"

It looked quite legitimate and professional. It was just a fleeting intuition, but Yuan Xudou, who always had unwavering faith in his senses, immediately changed his number and anonymously reported the real estate development advertisement for being false.

The advertisement claims it's a multi-billion dollar business, currently seeking funding. If it's a scam, even though he doesn't have much connection to it, the sheer size of the sum would inevitably have an impact. Besides, reporting cybercrime is something he's always done using his abilities.

After completing the routine checks, Yuan Xudou shut down the computer.

"Go take a bath, then go to sleep."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Xu Doujun~ Are you home?"

Nagasaki Motoyo gently knocked on the door.

Hearing Yuan Xudou's somewhat indistinct response from the other side of the door, her smile grew even wider.

"coming."

Yuan Xudou opened the door.

He held the doorknob with one hand, rolled up half of his sleeve to reveal the boy's lean and well-proportioned forearm, with faint blue veins on the surface of his skin, making the clear and natural muscle lines even smoother.

He seemed to have just gotten up and washed; water droplets still clung to his face, glistening slightly in the morning light. Combined with his loose, slightly wrinkled casual clothes, he exuded a vibrant, lived-in charm.

The boy, so beautiful it seemed unreal, stood quietly in front of the door, looking at the dazed Nagasaki Motoyo with some confusion.

"What brings you here so early?"

"Ah...it's nothing, I just came to ask if you've had breakfast yet."

The girl, who had been lost in thought for a moment, quickly gathered her thoughts and brought out the reason she had already prepared.

"Thank you for your help with dinner yesterday, so I made an extra portion for breakfast today, thinking it might be a thank you gift..."

As for the fact that she got up early to make breakfast with a more serious attitude than ever before in order to ensure that Xu Doujun hadn't eaten breakfast by the time it was delivered, and even put on light makeup before leaving the house... there's no need to go into details.

"Anyway,"

Nagasaki Motoyo smiled and showed the insulated box in her arms to Genjiro Tou.

"May I have breakfast with Xu Doujun?"

"……sure."

Yuan Xudou stepped aside.

"Wait a moment, I'm going to change my clothes."

With that, he left Nagasaki Motoyo in the living room and went into his room alone.

……well?

Change... change clothes?

Nagasaki Motoyo's gaze was immediately drawn to the closed door of Genjiro's bedroom.

This wasn't because she had any desire to see Xu Doujun's body... it was just to find out when he would come out as soon as possible!

However, after a few seconds, she regretfully looked away.

There wasn't even a sound, let alone a glimpse. Yuan Xudou may seem casual, but he's actually quite protective of his privacy. Although he politely didn't make her wait outside, he also left her no room to do anything strange. That door was probably locked too.

With no other option, Nagasaki Motoyo could only clear her mind and quietly wait for him to come out.

Speaking of...

If I move in, all the furniture here will need to be replaced with furniture for two people.

No need to change the sofa, this size is just right for two people to squeeze in; a potted plant in that corner would be nice, I wonder what kind he'd like; we both cook, should we buy two aprons? Or should we just bring the one we have...?

It wasn't until the bedroom door opened again and Genjiro, wearing the same school uniform as yesterday, came out of the room and sat in front of her that Nagasaki Motoyo snapped out of her boundless fantasy and put on a dignified smile again.

"Thank you for the meal, I'll start eating now."

"Okay, I'm starting!"

It should be acknowledged that the young woman's skills are not much worse than Yuan Xudou's. While her control over the heat could still improve, the seasoning is impeccable.

Genjiro slowly chewed and swallowed the last piece of tamagoyaki, giving a fair assessment.

“Thank you, it’s delicious.”

"I'm glad that Xu Doujun likes it."

It was just a very ordinary compliment, but Nagasaki Motoyo was quite pleased.

Incidentally, she ate a little faster than Yuan Xudou. After finishing, she put down her chopsticks, propped her head up with her hands, and watched him eat with a smile.

Considering that perhaps she wanted to observe his feelings about breakfast, and that he himself didn't care about such things, Yuan Xudou didn't object and tacitly agreed that she could do so.

"Let's go to school together next? I checked last night, and it seems like we can take the same train between Tokyo and Tsukinomori."

Nagasaki Motoyo consciously tidied up her desk and tentatively asked him a question.

If he agrees, then it will be perfectly reasonable to come to his house every day to call him to school... This is a very important matter!

As long as she can frequently enter and leave Xu Doujun's house, it's only natural that she'll be considered part of the family under the subtle influence, right? At that time, she can not only stay there as long as she wants, but also legitimately do all sorts of things with him.

Moreover, she could spend the time on her way to school alone instead of alone... No matter how she thought about it, it was an irresistible temptation for her.

'Although I think Xu Doujun probably won't refuse, I'm still a little nervous...'

It's possible that he doesn't want to appear too close to me in public, hates being the center of attention, or doesn't want others to know about our relationship... all of these are possibilities.

After all, riding the same train would inevitably attract the attention of other students, and her status as the young lady of Tsukimori would naturally generate buzz. If Gen Xudou cared about what others thought of him and didn't want to attract attention... she could ignore these issues because she had more satisfaction, but she couldn't ask Xudou-kun to do that.

"If it puts you in a difficult position, it's okay to refuse."

Seeing that Genjiro didn't immediately agree but instead seemed to be thinking in silence, Nagasaki Motoyo gave him a somewhat forced smile and offered him a way out.

Even if we can't achieve our goal, we must not damage our current friendly relationship.

"I wouldn't say I'm in a difficult position, I'm just thinking about some things." Yuan Xudou shook his head.

He did have some concerns, but they had nothing to do with what Nagasaki Motoyo was thinking.

In order to observe the living environments of different people, Genjiro usually wanders around the city in his spare time, which is why he, a member of the homecoming club, goes home at about the same time as Nagasaki Motoyo from the brass band club.

When he was going to school, he often chose different routes, sometimes even getting up several hours earlier to ride or jog the long way around in the early morning when no one was around. But if he agreed to Nagasaki Motoyo's request, he wouldn't be able to do that anymore since he had a fixed route.

...However, after thinking about it, he realized that strengthening his friendship with Su Shi was indeed more important than anything else.

"That……"

"Okay, let's go together."

The response was still crisp and calm, but to Nagasaki Motoyo at that moment, the voice was like heavenly music.

"Great! Please wait for me, Xu Doujun. I'll go get my bag right away."

"I'll wait for you downstairs."

Saying goodbye to Nagasaki Motoyo, whose face was beaming with joy, in front of the elevator, Gen Xudou leaned against the elevator wall, lost in thought.

The mornings are already occupied by more important things.

I expect she'll come looking for me in the afternoon too.

I can't wander around as freely as before; there will always be someone who cares about me...

"Such a life also has value in its experience."

Yuan Xudou didn't think it was a bad thing.

Chapter Five: Misunderstanding, Encounter, and Flowers

The swaying leaves pierced through the golden sunlight, etching dappled light and shadow on the roadside.