It's been a few days since the night when Hazuki Natsuhara and his cousin crossed the line. We have come to seek each other day and night, anywhere in the house, as long as we have free time. While doing your homework, in uniform. Relax while playing the game. It doesn't matter if a neighbor comes, it's hidden and naughty. I know this is a bad thing, but it's fun and it feels good ... Above all, I'm glad that the person I've always wanted to meet asks for it. "I'm going outside, maybe I'm addicted to it ..." But this life doesn't last forever. That person will be at home only during this summer ... So last night. I took the plunge and visited that person's room. I hope I can remember that person even if he disappears ... The voice of cicadas that permeates after sunburn. The voice of a childhood friend who swings his hips. Both voices blend into the blue sky on a midsummer day.
