The next moment, Rita suddenly seemed to remember something. She looked at Shiina Mashiro, who was staying with Hiyamaru, and blinked her wine-red eyes.
"Shiro... are you going to cosplay when we go to the convention tomorrow?"
"Cosplay?"
Shiina Mashiro looked back at Rita with a puzzled expression.
"It means dressing up and imitating a character... though Shiro probably doesn't need to cosplay anyone at all." That was true. Shiina Mashiro was originally an anime character; she could simply be herself. There was no need for her to cosplay anyone.
And it was not just Shiina Mashiro. It seemed Rita did not need to cosplay anyone either...
Time slowly passed into the next day. Although it was the weekend, Rita woke up even earlier than she did for school because they had to arrive at the convention in advance.
Rita had told Shiina Mashiro to go to bed early last night since they had to get up early today. Perhaps because she was also looking forward to the convention, she had gone to sleep before midnight for the first time.
The sky had not even brightened yet. Rita picked up the phone beside her bed and checked the time. It was only a little past six, but it was time to get up.
After putting down her phone and turning her head, Rita saw Shiina Mashiro's face. Shiro was currently sleeping while clinging to her.
She was not exactly a well-behaved sleeper. One of her calves was pressed directly over Rita's thigh, one hand was hugging Rita's arm, and her other little hand had somehow slipped inside Rita's pajamas.
Rita carefully moved Shiina Mashiro's hands and legs off her body, but... the movement still woke Shiina Mashiro.
"Is it morning?"
Shiina Mashiro opened her cherry lips and let out a