Cannot breathe in

Time changes from past tense to present tense.

Akatin's singing also stopped with the stop of mafu playing in memory.

Anyway, those are things of the past.

Akatin felt a little disappointed. He originally planned to forget Mafumafu from then on in his life, but he didn't expect that things backfired, and he got closer to this person instead.

It should be said that there is no closer relationship than their current relationship, which seems to be closer than the cohabitation life where they eat and live together.

They even share one body.

"...mafumafu?" A familiar voice came from behind, even more familiar to Akatin.

"Soraru-san!" Akatin turned around and raised a big smile, "Good afternoon!"

Soraru looked at this different mafumafu, and was a little puzzled, but he didn't say "You sing very well."

"Thank you, because it's a song I like very much."

Soraru pursed his lips, he would do this every time he had a new idea, "Mafu, you should know, the performance day is coming, but I didn't find a suitable partner, I just listened to your song, I think You really are a good fit."

"mafu, would you like to collaborate with me on a song on the concert day?"

Akatin froze, not knowing how to answer at all.

I want to agree, but Mafumafu's communication barrier seems to be difficult to overcome, if I don't agree...

If you don't agree, Mafu will be disappointed.

I will be disappointed because I didn't sing with Soraru, who I admire.

After all, Akatin is so clear about the meaning of Soraru to Mafu, but it is difficult to give a clear answer, and wants to wait until Mafu decides this matter "Well, I really hope to cooperate with Soraru-san, but there will be a test in the next few days Right? Can you let me think about it carefully?"

Soraru nodded, and said goodbye to Akatin quickly because there were still things to do afterwards.

Akatin spent the afternoon in Mafu's body with a tangled mind.

When I got home at night, I was very surprised to see the open notebook on the coffee table. Mafu's characters were very different from his, so he saw it at a glance.

『Please, whoever it is, please answer me. 』

Akatin was stunned, in fact, he had already thought that Mafu would notice his presence, because their behavior was so different.

Maybe it was too obvious on purpose.

Mafu's character, if he didn't know exactly that his existence would not pose a danger to him, he would definitely be very disturbed, right?

So akatin decided to reply to mafu, hoping to make him feel at ease.

He didn't consider at all that mafu was anxious because of his answer.

When Mafu woke up the next day, he found himself in his bedroom, clearly remembering that he was still on the desk before he closed his eyes.

Again.

Mafu got out of bed irritably, walked out of the clean and unusual bedroom, and was about to go to the kitchen to look for food.

When he walked into the living room, he accidentally glanced at the notebook spread out on the coffee table, and Mafu laughed at himself in his heart, really, how could there be a return...

"Don't panic, Mafu-san, I won't hurt you. 』

Mafu was even more panicked after watching it. After all, it is one thing to be aware of other consciousnesses in his body, but another thing to really connect with him.

He felt his scalp go numb, and his mind went blank, but now he only had one reaction.

Visiting this office building in the city center at night again, Mafu became a little familiar, and easily found Miss Reiko's counseling room.

"You are..." Ms. Reiko quickly recalled this delicate boy, "Mafumafu-san, right? I remember the last time you suspected that you had a split personality, right?"

"Ah...that's it..."

"It doesn't matter, because split personality is a small probability event, which can be said to be extremely rare in the world, so I think your situation should be that your life is too stressful..."

"It's not!" Mafu interrupted her, breathing a little short of breath.

Ms. Reiko was a little surprised, because people with communication phobia like Mafu would not express their thoughts so intensely.

After being surprised, Ms. Reiko took Mafu to the sofa beside her and asked him to relax and lie down on her back, while she walked to a table beside her and sat down, "What's the matter, Mafu-san?"

Mafu calmed down a bit, and then intermittently described "I followed Ms. Reiko's suggestion... I got in touch with him... I wrote a message... He replied to me..."

Reiko froze.

"I think...if you can get in touch...does it mean..."

"Calm down a little bit, Mafu-san, first of all, can I take a look at that message?"

Mafu calmed his breathing a little, then took out the notebook with the message written in it from the backpack, and handed it to Miss Reiko.

Looking at the two completely different fonts above, Ms. Reiko also felt that this matter could be regarded as the strangest thing in her career, "This is indeed unbelievable, but Mafu-san, can you be sure that this font is really not yours? Is it?"

After being reminded by Miss Reiko, Mafu remembered that because he was too nervous, he didn't even read those words carefully.

He suppressed his beating heart and looked at the line of text.The more delicate line below is my own, and the line above is the reply from the unknown.

To be honest, this kind of font is really very beautiful, not because it is neat and beautiful, but because it is casual and has the free and easy charm of the Edo period.

Familiar with.

really familiar.

The color of spring quietly flows out of the strokes of the pen, it is the two crimson mirrors of the sky and the lake surface cut by electric poles in the setting sun, and it is the color of kapok that dyes the clouds red.It is the warm wind mixed with the smell of the sunset, and it is a warm and bright red.

It's that person's color.

akatin.

It seems that it is really tightly entangled in the memory, whether you don't look at it, think about it or listen to it, it is as indispensable as air.

akatin.