「August 7th, Monday.」
The breeze in the early morning was slightly cool, but Aozawa wasn't alone. He lay next to the alabaster-skinned Morimoto Chiyoda, her even breath from deep sleep brushing against her swan-like, slender neck.
Morimoto Chiyoda woke from her sleep.
She stared at the solid ceiling, her lower back a bit sore, thinking back to last night's utter madness.
The air was tinged with the scent unique to young men.
"Mmm," Morimoto Chiyoda made a nasal sound, trying to gradually get out of bed.
"Chitose~"
Aozawa mumbled, reaching out to hold her when JINGLE JINGLE—his hands were handcuffed to the headboard.
Remembering last night's cops and robbers game, he opened his eyes. Superpower: Shadow Emperor.
The words seemed to be written on that thick layer of white frost.
