The clock struck twelve, and Satoru Gojo's birthday officially began. Everyone had ordered a two-tier cake well in advance for a certain sweet tooth, but it soon turned into a cream fight.
Suguru Geto probably suffered the worst. A whole mask of cream covered his face, making him look ridiculous.
A slight buzz was the perfect state for the late hours, and everyone prepared to return to their rooms and end the night's revelry.
As they parted, Satoru Gojo caught Miwa Chisei's wrist, looking a little awkward.
"Come to my room in a bit."
Miwa Chisei thought for a moment, then looked seriously at Satoru Gojo and nodded.
"Okay. I'll wait until everyone's asleep and come in the middle of the night."
Satoru Gojo froze at that. For once, he didn't tease her. Behind his sunglasses, his azure eyes filled with disbelief.
What was she saying???
Miwa Chisei made an "OK" sign with her hand, looking rather cute.
Satoru Gojo's hand involuntarily twitched. Miwa Chisei took the opportunity to slip out of his grasp and head back to her room on her own.
Once she returned to her room, Miwa Chisei washed up carefully. She changed into a new yukata and pinned all her hair up, looking as though she were preparing for something solemn.
Meanwhile, Satoru Gojo let the cold water from the shower wash over him. Hokkaido was freezing in December, but he hoped this would help him piece together the train of thought in his head.
What did she mean by that?
At two in the morning, Miwa Chisei made her way down the corridor in wooden sandals. Her movements were as light as a cat's, and her sandals made no sound against the floor.
She knocked once on Satoru Gojo's door, and it opened the very