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Story 2: FOOLS RUSH IN
Author's Note: It's fun to have the three chatter and banter together.
SKIP THIS FOR Spoilers for Side Profiles and Irises Volume 2But what would happen now with Nacchan thrown in the mix? If Ushio and Nacchan fell asleep together, Tatsuki would probably go "Oi, oi, oi~!" and that would be it, but Kunieda-san would likely explode in a fit of anger.
Illustrator's Note: Announcer Kunieda is standing in front of a screen showing weather conditions for the town (at night), and there is also some kind of murder crime scene that happened. Ichiho-sensei complimented me on the Tokyo Tower, and that made me super satisfied. I also loved drawing the long cat.
First published in 2015 in the doujinshi FOOLS RUSH IN.
Translator Note: This story takes place after Volume 2 of "Yes, No, or Maybe Half?" and after the doujinshi story "Imitation Gold."
Part 1: FOOLS RUSH IN
When he woke up, the ceiling was farther away than usual. Hnn? He stirred in his sleeping position, but the squeaking sound of his clothing against the cushioning underneath him told him that he wasn't in bed. The view of his surroundings did look familiar, however— Oh, this was just the first floor. He had fallen asleep on the sofa. Thank god it was a season he couldn't catch a cold out here.
Why am I downstairs? He tried to put his brain into full operation, but he had a splitting headache like a metal ball had gouged itself into his forehead. He slowly sat up and was hit by a dizzy spell. This was without a doubt a hangover. He tried to search his memory banks. The latter half of the night had turned all fuzzy, but this was Ushio's house. There was nothing to worry about. If there had been a third party with them, he would never drink all night until the next morning. Even if he had lost all faculty over his sense and reason, he would never run amok and wreak havoc. He was Kunieda-san after all.
Anyway, where was Ushio? Did the fact that he was sleeping alone downstairs signify that a terrible fight had broken out between them or something? —If that had happened, Kei was sure he would remember something like that. The only thing he could truly confirm was a calendar that showed that today was Sunday. Well, whatever, he just had to ask and find out. As Kei climbed each step of the stairs still feeling woozy, weirdly the dull pain inside his head swelled and receded in time with his feet. This was probably the first terrible hangover he had ever had in his life. He seriously drank far too much last night. There shouldn't have been anything particularly good or particularly bad that had caused him to drink so heavily.
"Oi—"
Ushio was sleeping peacefully with a throw blanket over him. That part of it was fine. But there was another human-shaped lump distinctly sharing the thin blanket with him on the bed. And scattered on the ground was very obviously more than one set of clothing.
