Amamiya Natsuki said with absolute confidence:
"You were half-asleep just now. It's perfectly normal not to remember right away."
Fujiwara Chika blinked, her expression uncertain.
"M-maybe..."
"So don't worry," Amamiya Natsuki assured her. "Whoever's hiding under the bed, there's no need to be afraid."
"O-okay..." Fujiwara Chika hugged the pillow with both arms and said nervously, "Natsuki, be careful."
Amamiya Natsuki nodded and tried to turn on the light, but it didn't come on at all.
"The light's broken," Fujiwara Chika explained softly. "I haven't had a chance to get it fixed."
It hadn't broken early, nor had it broken during the fun. It had to break at a time like this. Sure enough, it was just like something out of a horror movie.
Amamiya Natsuki didn't mind. He took the phone Chika handed him, turned on the flashlight, and slowly peered beneath the bed.
As the beam shone under it, the darkness beneath the bed gradually lit up.
A pink-haired girl in pajamas was hiding under the bed, one hand over her mouth. Her eyes were misty, and her face looked strangely familiar.
Amamiya Natsuki: "..."
The thing hiding under the bed was unmistakably another Chika.
"Natsuki." Seeing Amamiya Natsuki peer under the bed, Fujiwara Chika beneath it grew excited. She picked up a phone and hurriedly typed something, then nervously turned the screen toward him.
Amamiya Natsuki looked closely. The phone read:
"Natsuki, don't believe that person!"
"She's a fake!"
"After you went to the bathroom just now, she somehow came right out of the closet. I was so scared, so I hid under the bed... Hurry and throw that impostor out!"
At the same time,
something soft and warm pressed against Amamiya Natsuki's back. Then Secretary Chika's sweet voice sounded by his ear, laced with nervousness and