I'm an adult now

On the weekend of June 28, it rained as usual.

Utaha looked at the majestic and heavy rain outside, and the whole person was in a bad mood. When she closed her eyes, she could hear the sound of a large number of raindrops clumsily hitting the balcony or window.

It seems that today's date was in vain. Utaha stared at herself in the mirror in frustration. Today she still uses a hair tie to hold her bangs, puts on powder, wears light lipstick, and wears the snow gauze dress she bought earlier.

The waist is tied with a ribbon to highlight the beautiful figure.

She wanted to get closer to each other but it was a shame how she could come out in such weather.

Thick clouds covered the blue sky and sun, and Utaha sighed. After all, she was still ready to go out, even if she couldn't date outside, as long as she stayed at Sakurasou and could see each other, she would be satisfied.

...

Sakurasou looked at Mashiro who was lying on her bed with red cheeks and misty eyes, Asahi frowned.

"Asahi, my chest is throbbing non-stop, and my head is dizzy… My body is hot, this is so weird." Mashiro spoke with a weak look.

"Let you sleep in the cold last night. This is a typical cold symptom. Take your temperature first."

Asahi had no choice but to take the thermometer out of the cupboard, place it under Mashiro's armpit, and wait for five minutes after making sure nothing was wrong.

"Un"

Confirm that a thermometer pulled out from under pajamas, warmed by human skin, reads a temperature close to 38 degrees.

The fever should go down, Asahi frowned.

"Do you need a doctor's call?"

Kazusa leaned out of the door: "Mom has a private doctor for me."

"Call for help."

Only then did Asahi remember that Youko had assigned a lot of people to Kazusa, such as cooks, doctors, drivers and so on.

So Kazusa took out her cell phone and called the private doctor.

"She will be here in half an hour." Kazusa said.

If it was her house, the doctor would arrive in 10 minutes at the most.

"I understand."

Asahi turned around and Mashiro held his hand, and said: "You need to calm down today, I will cook something for you."

"Un."

Today's Mashiro looks weaker than before, it seems that anyone who catches a cold will become weak.

Kazusa watched quietly for more than ten seconds, until Asahi woke up before going to Misaki's room to do her own thing.

Due to the weekend, Chihiro is absent, Misaki is in the studio, and Ryunosuke stays at home after screening and stabilizing the game studio staff, relying on network remote control instructions.

It would take half a month for Misaki to get on the right track, so there was no need to run away as often. As for Asahi's communication method, it completely relies on Hatsune Miku.

Although the employees and subordinates are very strange.

They didn't communicate directly all the time, but considering there might be some oddities, and Hatsune Miku was so new to them, they didn't care.

20 minutes later, the small casserole made a gurgling sound above it, Asahi saw steam rising, turned off the gas burner, and then moved the casserole to the edge of the plate.

Plus a small plate with ginger, scallions and other seasonings, coming out of the kitchen, he walked back to Mashiro's room, the door was closed for some reason.

"Mashiro."

Opening the door, Asahi looked over the edge of the bed, but there was no sign of Mashiro on the bed.

Unexpectedly, the girl was sitting at the table, staring at the screen seriously, and quickly operating the drawing board.

"What are you doing?"

Asahi thought Mashiro would obediently sleep on the bed because she had a cold and a fever.

Turning her head, Mashiro looked into Asahi's eyes, her extremely transparent white skin blushed slightly: "Who are you?"

"Are you burned to the point of losing your memory?"

Asahi reluctantly put the tray on the table and looked at her: "What are you doing?"

"Draw manga."

"I know, you have a fever. You better sleep obediently."

Asahi placed the end plate on the shelf next to the table, and placed his hand on the forehead of Mashiro who was continuing to work silently.

It was hot, and she seemed to be badly burned.

"Asahi is so cold."

Mashiro muttered with dissatisfaction.

"You mean hands!"

"Um, your hands are cold too."

Forget it, there's no use arguing with the truth at a time like this.

"If you're still drawing when you're not feeling well, maybe you're procrastinating."

"No, it went well."

Mashiro immediately gave an answer.

Soon Asahi looked at the screen from behind, and Mashiro moved his hand smoothly as usual, and gradually drew the outline of the characters on the page. But instead of the usual clear, glaring lines, the character's face is utterly twisted and abstract.

Ah no, the abstraction might flatter him.

"Wait a minute, the doctor is coming, don't rush for the manga, you can sleep well today."

Asahi turned away from Mashiro and did not allow her to continue working.

"I see."

Saying that, Mashiro stretched and got under the table, she usually drew manga until she fell asleep, then slept in the nest under the table.

"You better sleep in bed today."

Mashiro puffed out her cheeks slightly, looking dissatisfied: "Asahi brought me there."

"Are you still a child?"

"I'm an adult, you obviously know that very well."

Mashiro looked at him: "My mature part... You saw it a long time ago."

It is not clear why the conversation turned out like this, just when Asahi was about to say something, Kazusa Kazusa's voice sounded from outside the door: "The doctor is here."

Asahi is no longer involved with Mashiro, hugs her and puts her on the bed. Exited the room into the living room, and found that not only the doctor had arrived, but Utaha as well.

"Anyone sick?"

Utaha was a little worried, but she was relieved to see that Asahi was okay.

"You guys came together?"

Asahi looked at Utaha and the other female doctors in their 20s in surprise.

"I just happened to meet on the street." Utaha explained.

"Follow me."

Asahi nodded, and asked the female doctor to follow him to room 101.

Outside the living room, Utaha looked at Kazusa with a cold gaze and narrowed her eyes slightly, then smiled at the next moment: "Hello, I'm Kasumigaoka Utaha."

"Touma Kazusa."

This was the first time two girls with straight long black hair had met alone, and they had not expected to be in such a situation.