Did I really spend a hundred thousand yen and ride a bus all morning just to experience this writing hot spring—pronounced "bathtub"?
Tokyo's tricks run deep. I want to go back to Fuyuki...
Aoko took two yukata out of the cabinet and handed one to Shirou.
"Well, we're already here, so don't fuss over it. Let's just enjoy ourselves today.
"Otherwise, wouldn't that be letting down Arisu, who stayed home to look after the place for us?"
"Okay."
Shirou took the yukata from Aoko and went to the next room to change.
The thought of getting his fill of Aoko in her yukata suddenly made him feel that the hundred thousand yen hadn't been such a waste after all.
As for mixed bathing... Haha, Aoko probably wasn't that lacking in common sense, right?
With Shirou gone, Arisu had no choice but to return to her old life of cooking for herself.
At noon, the girl reused last night's leftovers to make lunch.
Since Shirou's cooking had been excellent to begin with, it still tasted pretty good.
By evening, Arisu had no choice but to pick up the phone and call the noodle shop she used to frequent.
The soba outside wasn't as good as Shirou's, but it was still fairly tasty.
After dinner, Arisu went to the living room as usual—
"Ah, Aoko and Amamiya went out."
Having spent the day immersed in the library, Arisu had completely forgotten that Shirou and Aoko had gone to the hot spring.
When she remembered, the girl was suddenly enveloped by an intense feeling of loneliness.
Arisu had once believed that in this world—the city—that humans had remodelled at will, she would never feel lonely as long as she still had this mansion.
But now, even while staying in the mansion,