Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

Morning.

That's when the tranquility ends.

Time for the sound to start ringing.

"Humph, humph."

Kachakacha.

Kotokoto.

juice juice.

Sound flows from dishes, pans, and frying pans to match the girl's nose song.

That concerto, which marks the beginning of the day, is really fun and makes me feel bright.

"... good morning"

A boy came into the space where such a concerto rang, greeting him.

Syndicate.

Upon noticing Syndicate's entry, Sei immediately rushed over to Syndicate.

"Good morning! Senior!"

With a cheerful, bright, sunflower-like smile, Sai returns her greetings to Syndicate.

"... you're feeling better."

"Yes! Thanks to you, I slept well"

Sai remembers yesterday before he fell asleep, smiling at Syndicate.

Yesterday, before bed. Sai remained vigilant that Syndicate might strike.

Is it coming, I think it's coming, it's bound to come.

Sei, who had repeated such a grand tour of thought many times.

But the thought also gradually changed over time.

I'm not here yet, why not, what happened?

That much changed, and Sai got up.

Reasons not to come.

Could you be in a fight by yourself?

Without denying that delusion, Sai left the room and headed to Syndicate's bedroom.

I think he's there, I think he's there, he's got to be there.

Arriving in front of the door of Syndicate's room, Sei cleared his ears.

A slight exhalation heard from the end of the door.

At the end of the door, Sei lowered his chest for a moment when he felt signs of a sleeping man.

Relieved, Sei tried to go back to his futon as he was, but that raises the question that is in Sei.

Are you sure?

The question that arose.

The way to solve it was easy.

You can open the door.

Really easy.

Sei immediately moved it into action.

Slowly, open the door to Syndicate's room so you don't wake up asleep Syndicate.

Slowly, slowly, carefully, without making any noise.

The sooner I thought about it, the quicker the wonder and sai beat and the rougher my breathing got.

Sai, who managed to open the door to Syndicate's room while contending with his heartbeat and breathing, took a breath.

Swallow.

At the end of the open door is Syndicate's room.

Private room.

I like the game and may I say that Syndicate's own room, where he was often in the room, is stained with his life itself.

The air drifting through the room, every single thing you have, it's all syndicated itself.

Sei came to such an intense syndicated space.

So Sai swallowed it.

Sai goes slowly, cautiously, into Syndicate's room.

Step by step.

Trample.

I went into the room and it was Sei who clearly confirmed Syndicate's breathing sounds, but I was telling myself I had to see what she looked like and check it out.

If you walk one step, the sound of Syndicate's breathing is clear, and if you walk one step, Syndicate looks clear.

And finally, Sai confirmed.

Sleeping Syndicate appearance. Face.

To its defenseless appearance, Sei's beating and loud breathing peak.

The sound of heartbeat and breathing, so much so that information other than Sei's vision is filled.

But soon the peak subsided.

The sound of heartbeat and breathing is reduced and the quiet comes to the sei in a different way.

The tranquility was a very comfortable thing.

Something missing, like being buried.

Soft clothes, like being wrapped.

The sensation was undoubtedly given from Syndicate's sleeping face.

Then for about an hour, Sai enjoyed the way Syndicate slept and went back to his futon.

Sleeping time was shorter, but Sei was able to gain more efficacy.

Mind, body, condition is perfect.

It's a nose song.

"Wait a minute, please. I can do it now."

Even so, with the cheerfulness that seems to dance out, Sai returns to the kitchen.

"... yeah"

The tension of Syndicate sending out such a say is low, as if it were a hibernating bear.

Syndicate was awake yesterday when Sai came into the room.

A girl with long, dark hair stood on her pillow for over an hour without saying anything.

I'm not afraid, there's no way I'm not tired.

"... ugh"

Syndicate, exhale, sits in the chair at the table.

Of course, Syndicate knows that the girl who was standing on her pillow last night is Sei.

But if it's Sai, it's Sai and I'm tired.

For once, I fell asleep, but I was perfectly fine.

Sai's condition is: Midsummer sunflower.

Syndicate's condition is, midwinter bear.

From now on, Syndicate becomes anxious to see if he will be okay, even though he awaits a battle with the raiders who are in the apartment.

My body and mind are wearier than before I slept yesterday...

"Thank you for waiting!

While Syndicate thinks like that, Sei comes with dishes served on a plate.

"... whoa!?

Syndicate reacts to the dish.

"Today's breakfast is egg rolls and fried chicken."

Sei puts the fried chicken served in a pile before the syndicate.

"Yesterday, after all, I couldn't prepare dinner at night, and I wondered if the gutted food would be good..."

Syndicate remains silent, staring at Deep-Fried Chicken.

"Uh, tell me if it's heavy. For once, there is also miso soup and pickles."

Sei arranges other prepared dishes and teas on the table.

All the way, I finished lining up, and Sei sat in the chair, too.

"... I'm all set, though"

"I'll have..."

At once, while staring at the fried chicken, Syndicate greeted the meal.

And the moment the greeting is over, Syndicate puts up chopsticks in the fried chicken.

"Huff-huff-huff"

With the grabbed fried chicken in his mouth, Syndicate began to fight with the fried gravy.

The moment you chew, the gravy that floods out.

Even, hot.

Syndicate managed to swallow the fried chicken while damaging the burn.

"... what do you say?

Sai asks Syndicate, who finished fried chicken.

……

Without answering Sai's question, Syndicate drinks up the tea that Sai has prepared for her.

"... delicious."

After drinking, Syndicate starts eating fried chicken again when she snaps like that.

"... Yes"

In one word, Sei's mood goes up again.

And Syndicate is in better condition.

Syndicate delicious things, just eating favorites, and feeling better.

My best friend tells me you're childish, not Dada.