And through the sticker

After a few minutes of intensely admiring the face of the card, I declare that the morning date is my dream card.

Goodbye, cute pet fun, I am really still a superficial person.

I held up my phone calmly.

It's so embarrassing to be so exciting early in the morning.

Well, I really met Toru Amuro by the river after I got the cute pet story last time.

It should...not...a coincidence, right?

Then this time...

Try it and you'll know hehehe.

"It's a really good game. I don't know who developed it... Maybe Cupid."

I pressed YES beautifully, full of anticipation.

……

After that, I randomly swipe the map on the screen.

The kitchen table grabs my attention.

……Um?Why are there traces of use on the table?

I zoomed in on the map and found that there were some ingredients piled up on it that were obviously used up and hadn't had time to clean up. It looked like someone stayed here not long ago.

According to the rigor of my two capable shop assistants, it can't be that I forgot to clean up last night.

But it's so early, it doesn't look like someone is going to work...

I rowed to the side of the gate and looked, it was locked.

strangeness.

It’s impossible for thieves to come in and steal food...Although the law and order in Mihua Town is really average...but are there really early-rising thieves who come in and steal food...It seems that the words "here is rich" are written in the store The cash register should be the target of public criticism...

Forget it, a little money.

I was thinking wildly.

I only ate two dry loaves of bread yesterday, and when I saw these ingredients, my stomach started to protest.

"..."

Hmm... I'll go to the convenience store to buy breakfast later. A bad meal will not help improve the review efficiency of the brain.

While I was absent-mindedly pouring water, I idly scanned the early morning street scene.

The quiet street, the convenience store that is already open, the old woman with a basket, the white car parked by the side downstairs, the person leaning against the door...

My mind is still not fully awake, and all my senses seem to be still asleep.

Not much to see please.

I squinted my eyes and tilted my head to look for a long time.

"..."

Toru Amuro? ?

I put down the phone with my right hand, rubbed my eyes, and confirmed again.

Isn't this Toru Amuro who just wiped his hair in my phone? ?

I stopped brushing my teeth with my left hand.

"..."

Such as, be, thunder, hit.

Ignoring the unspiked foam, I hurriedly grabbed the telescope that I had left beside the flowerpot before—well, the one I used to peep at Poirot before.

Amuro Toru's face suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

Even at such a long distance, he could detect my movement quickly.

Toru Amuro moved his eyes over the first time, and looked at me precisely.

There was a hint of alertness in his eyes that hadn't dissipated.

After realizing that it was me holding up the binoculars, the vigilance in his eyes dissipated instantly, and he mouthed "good morning" to me with a smile.

I was shocked: "..."

The wall of the glass reflects my image at this time.

Holding a toothbrush, holding a binoculars, and wearing a nightgown.

"..."

I slammed the balcony door shut and ran into the room.

It turns out that when he said to pick me up yesterday, he meant coming to pick me up at home in the morning! !

Pick me up at home = take me to the library

...It turns out that the dream I had last night was a premonition.

When I appeared downstairs 15 minutes later, I was that exquisite and beautiful Yumeko Sasaki again.

I waved my hand nonchalantly: "Good morning, Ann—"

Glancing at the smiling face of the other party, I silently swallowed the "Mr. Amuro" that had reached the edge of his mouth: "Too."

Amuro opened the co-pilot's door for me: "Good morning, Yumeko."

Me: "I didn't expect that what you said yesterday was to pick me up at home, I thought it was to pick me up from the library at night..."

Toru Amuro tilted his head slightly: "Ah, it was my fault, I didn't make it clear, I'm sorry."

Me: "No, no, it's not like—"

Toru Amuro lowered his eyes: "Please don't blame the store manager for picking you up without authorization."

I:"……"

Why do these words always sound weird! !

I feel that after he said it, there was something else in it...the kind of shop assistant and store manager play!

I shut up knowingly and nimbly got into the car.

Toru Amuro also got into the driver's seat.

The air conditioner is always on in the car, which is very comfortable.

...Well, I thought he would turn off the air conditioner in the car to save electricity when he was standing outside the car waiting for me.

"By the way." Toru Amuro fastened his seat belt, "Did you raise potted flowers?"

Me: "Huh? How do you know?"

He nodded vaguely, with a planned look: "Well, I just saw it."

I:"……?"

Toru Amuro: "What kind is it? I think you like it."

Me: "Oh, cactus."

Then I saw some subtle expressions on his face.

I tilted my head: "Huh? What's wrong?"

Toru Amuro revealed a bit of surprise, and said thoughtfully: "It's nothing, it's a little different from some of my plans."

I:"……?"

How mysterious.

Moreover, my flower pot is obviously very small, and it is placed in the corner of the sundries pile on the balcony.

How did he see it? ?

And I live on the fifth floor? ?

Is it a bit of a loss for this vision to be a waiter? ?

Thinking of all the mysteries surrounding Toru Amuro, I poked my finger, but in the end I didn't ask any further questions.

Everyone has secrets.

Although he seems to have more secrets than ordinary people.

……

It was too late yesterday to take a close look at the interior of this Mazda.

Now I look around and find it's pretty cool.

My eyes are focused on the pink bento box in the back seat, which has a somewhat inconsistent painting style.

I gestured with my chin: "This is your breakfast...?"

While adjusting the temperature of the air conditioner, Toru Amuro looked in the direction I pointed: "I made too much breakfast, so I made one for you by the way, and the lunch is also in it."

I couldn't help but think of the traces of the ingredients I saw in the coffee shop just now: "Huh?"

Toru Amuro brushed up the broken hair next to his ear, and said calmly: "For the final review, we should eat more healthy food, so that the brain can function well."

It's only after six o'clock.

Driving, making bento, coming downstairs to my house... no matter what, it will take a lot of time.

No matter how you look at it, it’s not a matter of course!

When Toru Amuro went back last night, it was almost 12:30.

... How long has he been asleep?

I reached back and picked up the bento.

Open the box, which is full of delicious food.

—— Among them, there is a special sandwich that is obviously much larger than the sandwiches sold in the store on weekdays.

The kind with a few extra pieces of ham.

"You had breakfast at home, didn't you?"

"You should have made this lunch for me on a special trip to Poirot, didn't you? How long did you sleep last night?"

I stared straight at the bento and blurted out subconsciously.

From the combination of nutritionally balanced dishes, we can see the extra care of the creators, which is almost comparable to the various supplementary meals my mother prepared for me with great fanfare during the college entrance examination.

What's more, Toru Amuro's tired face did not escape my eyes.

"I go to work very early every day."

As if he didn't expect that I would guess the truth, Amuro was stunned, then immediately adjusted his expression, and said lightly while avoiding the seriousness.

"As for sleep... I really don't sleep much. But—you didn't eat anything nutritious yesterday, did you?"

He changed the subject, and there was a hint of reproach in his eyes: "Pay attention to your body."

I felt a little guilty: "Hey... how do you know?"

Amuro smiled: "I'm still a detective."

I blinked and said sincerely: "...Thank you =v="

Woohoo, this person is now the blonde angel Amuro Toru again, like a Q/Q person Toru.

There was a subtle difference from Toru Amuro's temperament last night.

Toru Amuro turned to look at me: "After all, the store manager is Poirot's backbone."

I laughed dryly and teased: "I'm not as good as you——"

The rest of the words were interrupted by Amuro Toru's movement.

He was sitting in the driver's seat, and suddenly he turned sideways and approached me.

I:"!!!"

In an instant, there was an overwhelming fresh air in front of me.

I stared blankly at Toru Amuro, who stretched out his hand as if to embrace me.

The sudden closeness brought an unknown sense of oppression.

He is much taller than me, and he almost imprisoned me in the small world of the co-pilot.

Although I knew that the other party should help me fasten my seat belt, my face was still flushed and I didn't know where to look.

Is it too fast? Is it too fast... This social distance is almost zero...

My mind was full of that morning appointment card.

... The fresh breath on his body really smells like he just took a shower.

I thought very badly.

Although Toru Amuro in front of me is fully dressed, I seem to have seen a different picture.

I dazedly poked my finger on the seat surface.

His hand was getting closer, closer—

Then he held it on the passenger's door handle.

I:"?"

Toru Amuro opened and closed the door again.

Aware of my surprise, he turned his head and said leisurely to me.

"You didn't close the car door just now."

"We still have to be more cautious when driving on the road."

When the word "stable" was said, Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows, as if he wanted to laugh.

I:"…………"

I said with a wooden face, "Private Marseille."

I don't know if it was because the speechlessness on my face was too obvious, Toru Amuro couldn't help laughing out loud.

His face was right in front of my eyes, and I could clearly see the comprehension and ridicule in his eyes.

I couldn't help but fight with my mouth: "I'm not expecting that—"

My words were interrupted by his movement again.

Toru Amuro stretched out his hand, pulled the seat belt, and helped me fasten it thoughtfully.

When the buckle is combined with the jack, there is a crisp clicking sound.

"This time, it's for the store manager to fasten his seat belt."

The shallow breath fell steadily on the side of my neck.

Amuro Toru's calm voice amplified next to my ears.

Last year, I went to see the Summer Fireworks Festival.

The moment the gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the sky, I felt my heart tremble.

just perfect.

So brilliant.

Even in the next moment, it will be silent.

At this moment, in this white Mazda, the fireworks seemed to rise slowly into the sky before my eyes.

"..."

Subconsciously, my fingers started poking wildly at the seat.

Recharge, recharge, recharge——

After helping me fasten my seat belt, Toru Amuro turned around and prepared to start the car.

He glanced at me in a daze: "Are you hungry? You can eat something in the car first."

There was no response, Amuro looked down at the time considerately: "But there is still time, you can wait until you go to school—"

"Don't drive yet."

Powered up.

I spoke abruptly.

"?"

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows in confusion, but he obediently stopped his hands and said in a brisk tone, "What's wrong? I forgot something—"

"What I'm going to say next will sound a bit abrupt."

Taking advantage of this courage that came from nowhere, I decisively interrupted him.

One of the three major illusions in life, the person I have a crush on also likes me.

At this moment, I think it may not be an illusion.

Just like my cousin Keigo Atobe, who is very good at tennis, once told me, be confident.

Looking at Toru Amuro's calm expression, I suddenly feel a little thirsty.

Shy, restless, probing, joyful...

In an instant, countless complex emotions surged up, and finally merged into a blurted confession on my lips——

"Toru Amuro."

"Let's date."

The fireworks finally bloomed.

I looked straight into those purple-gray eyes.

- Plop plop plop plop.

I heard a violent heartbeat.

This time, I finally identified the owner of the heartbeat.

more than one.

it's me.

And him.