"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! Now I can't buy anything!"

Shiratori Kyoko weakly hit Izumi Tetsu on the shoulder, feeling annoyed.

I had already made a lot of plans, but it was already afternoon when I arrived at the venue.

Moreover, just now, I couldn't grab the last fan comic book I wanted to buy because my legs were weak and I ran too slow.

This made her vent her anger on Izumi Toru.

Izumi Toru scratched his head.

I don’t know if it’s luck or something else, but I bought a lot of the things I wanted to buy, and basically bought all the things Amakusa Narumi asked for. Only Kyoko Shiratori was left empty-handed...

But it was true that when he was taking a shower in the bathroom, he couldn't hold back because he heard the girl's word "safety"...

If it hadn't been like this, Shiratori Kyoko wouldn't have arrived too late and gained nothing.

After thinking for a while, he came up with a good idea.

"Although I'm not very good at comics, I can barely create them. If you don't mind it, I'll write it for you if you like it, okay?"

Shiratori Kyoko's eyes lit up.

"Really?!"

"certainly."

The girl immediately grabbed Izumi Toru's arm.

Shiratori Kyoko was extremely excited just thinking about asking Aoki-sensei, who was a light novel writer and was her favorite, to help her write fan works.

but……

She suddenly remembered that it seems that Aokiichi's new volume of "Mrs. Sister" has not been released recently.

So, she made a decision in her heart.

"Izumi, are you really willing to help me write it?"

"Um."

"Can any type be used?"

Izumi thought for a while and then nodded.

"Although there will be differences in the level of various types, it should not be a big problem."

"Then, hurry up and write the next volume! Teacher Qingmu!" The girl put her hands on her hips and said angrily.

Izumi Tetsu was stunned for a moment.

I almost forgot that the beautiful girl in front of me is my loyal fan.

However, since we have such a relationship, I guess I will have to be urged by people around me from time to time in the future...

He smiled wryly and rubbed his forehead.

"Well, I……"

Suddenly, Izumi Toru thought of something, and his expression suddenly froze.

Seeing the sudden change in Izumi Toru's expression, Shiratori Kyoko tilted her head in confusion.

"Izumi?"

Izumi Toru stretched out his trembling right hand, took out his mobile phone, and opened the chat history.

[Takahashi Raika: Mr. Aoki, is there any problem with the progress of the new volume? 】

[Izumi Toru: Of course, no problem, don’t worry, I never delay writing]

[Takahashi Raika: That’s right. Then I’ll just wait for Aoki-sensei’s next volume (smiley face)]

【Izumi Toru:ok!】

Looking at the conversation carefully, it was already a month ago...

Izumi Tetsu opened his fingers and counted the days.

He suddenly felt that his summer vacation had gone far...

"Izumi? Izumi?" Shiratori Kyoko waved her hand in front of his eyes.

Izumi Toru slowly turned his head and murmured: "Shiratori, pinch me."

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Kyoko found the soft flesh of Izumi Tetsu's waist, pinched a little bit with her thumb and index finger, and then twisted it hard.

"hiss!"

Izumi Toru immediately took a breath of air.

Seeing him grimacing in pain, the girl was also a little embarrassed.

She gently rubbed his waist and smiled "Hey hey" at him.

Izumi Toru didn't pay attention to Shiratori Kyoko's silly smile, he sighed helplessly.

Since you can feel the pain, it is not a dream...

"Izumi, what's wrong with you?" the girl asked doubtfully.

"Because, reality is hell..."

He spoke earnestly and thoughtfully.

"ah?"

The girl was confused.

Back at Qingshui Residence, Shiratori Kyoko finally knew what Izumi Toru's hell meant.

Because there were so many things going on, he forgot about his identity as a light novel writer, resulting in a lot of content that he had not written in the new volume.

Seeing how Izumi Toru was typing away in front of his notebook after he came back, Shiratori Kyoko couldn't help but hug him from behind.

"Sorry, I just have some ideas now, can you let me record them first and then accompany you?" Izumi Toru said while typing on the keyboard.

Shiratori Kyoko shook her head.

"That's good. The scene in my dream is to hold you like this, listen to your breathing, and feel your warmth while you are writing..."

"Then doesn't it feel uncomfortable for you to stand?"

Izumi Toru said something extremely embarrassing.

Shiratori Kyoko pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Humph! Ignore you!"

Izumi Toru closed the computer, stood up and hugged the girl with swollen cheeks.

"Idiot, there is a better way."

"What?"

Izumi Toru picked up Kyoko Shiratori by the waist.

Shiratori Kyoko felt panicked.

"He, Izumi... you, you should just write..."

The girl was a little scared.

Izumi Toru glanced at her and said, "I want to write. I just took the low table and computer to the bed. Where did you think they were?"

"Huh? Is that so?"

"You seem very disappointed?"

Shiratori Kyoko immediately shook her head.

"No, no!"

The girl breathed a sigh of relief inside.

That's good……

I first met Izumi Toru in April. At that time, he was just a thin and handsome guy from the literature department. He was out of breath after swinging the racket for a while in tennis class.

A semester has passed, and although I still look thin on the surface, my physical fitness is actually good enough to sign up for a sports club...

The girl couldn't figure out how he did it.

But, she knows one thing.

It’s no longer enough to be alone…

Izumi Toru sat on the bedside with his computer, his legs stretched under the low table, Shiratori Kyoko leaned on his shoulders, and pressed her legs on his legs.

Although this posture was a little inconvenient for Izumi Tetsu to type, the scent of the girl he could smell at the tip of his nose was enough to make him feel relaxed and happy.

His fingers flew across the keyboard like butterflies.

Kyoko Shiratori, looked at it very seriously.
To be continued...