April had never had anything to do with love...
And yet, it was the spring in which boys and girls met. It was about to arrive.
But after they met and then parted, that spring with you in it disappeared.
The spring without you would arrive, never to return for the rest of my life...
Even Utaha Kasumigaoka could not deny that it was a beautifully poignant story. "If this were fiction, I'd prefer there hadn't been a misdiagnosis. But if it's reality... then yes, a misdiagnosis is absolutely wonderful..."
"Uh..." Even Utaha, a creator herself, felt that way, let alone Yukino Yukinoshita. Still, she said, "If we're offering suggestions for the plot, then although I hate to admit it, both Kasumigaoka and you would do better than I could..."
"Ugh, that's true..." Sogo Doma did not deny it.
"Then this request..." For the Nth time, Yukino Yukinoshita's eye twitched at his excessive honesty. How was she supposed to respond to that?
"Still, my request isn't for you to give Mashiro advice. Didn't I just say it? Art comes from life, so my request is for you to use yourself, Yukinoshita, as a reference model for Creation..."
"What does that mean?" Yukino Yukinoshita froze.
Not just her—even Utaha Kasumigaoka, who knew the second young lady well, was stunned. Using Yukinoshita as a model? Could that fucking work?
"Using Yukino as a model?" Mashiro blinked as well. Why did it feel like all the material Sogo found for her was just him fooling around? How was this any different from what Ayano had said?
Eriri, on the other hand, was utterly dumbfounded. "..."
From the sound of it, that bastard Doma really did create works based on people around him!?
Then there was a problem!
Who had he used as a