There is a person under the bed

Naoki opened his eyes in a daze, the bedroom was dark, only the faint morning light came in from the window.

Eyes feel sore and unbearable.

It turned out that there were no sequelae of adequate sleep.

Naoki quickly closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to push the thing against his body, and there was an indescribably soft touch where his fingers touched.

"What..."

Naoki's head was spinning and he didn't open his eyes.

"Tastes like… slime?"

The beautiful touch conveyed by the hand, even Spartan warriors would fall into, unable to escape.

It didn't take long for Naoki to gradually come to his senses.

"Wrong."

"Very wrong."

"This feeling seems…"

Naoki opened his eyes and closed them for a few minutes, the pain and tingling in his eyes had greatly reduced, the light in the room was dim, and there was morning light coming in through the gaps in the curtains. Must have just woken up, and his eyes could barely see.

He looked down into his arms, and a touch of pink hair came into view.

hallucination.

All hallucinations.

Maybe this is a dream within a dream, I haven't woken up yet.

Naoki closed his eyes again.

A few seconds later, when he opened him eyes again, the girl in him arms did not disappear, her slender eyebrows slightly raised, as if she had suffered from Naoki's brutality.

The temperature on the body and the soft, gentle breathing are unbelievably real.

So... not a dream?

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

Naoki looked confusedly at the girl with furrowed brows in his arms, and three philosophical questions suddenly appeared in his mind.

(I remember… Last night, I gave homework to five Nakano family women. It was raining heavily and the train stopped, so I stayed the night and stayed the night.)

(The location...it should be Miku's room.)

(Judging by the length of her hair, this must be Miku.)

"Am I entering the same surreal dream of school survival again?"

Naoki quickly thought of the possibility, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain why he woke up and opened his eyes, why there was Miku in his hands.

But what about the bad start ahead?

What kind of worldview would he get out of bed with Miku in his arms!

Could it be the future world where he and Miku got married?

Don't joke, marriage is the grave of love, only fools fall into the grave!

Maybe it was the horrible worldview one got from watching [Wonderful Story of the World] last night. As long as he lowered his head, he could see the crying Miku hiding under the bed, covering her mouth with her hands and not daring to make a sound!

At this moment, Miku's eyelashes suddenly trembled slightly, and then she opened her eyes.

Four eyes facing each other.

The air suddenly became calm.

Naoki could even clearly see his reflection in Miku's eyes, and then, under Miku's absent-minded gaze, he greeted her casually: "Miku, good morning."

"Good morning..."

Miku answered stupidly, her voice slightly flustered before she got up.

After a few seconds.

Miku suddenly opened her eyes wide and was about to exclaim.

"What..."

Fortunately, just as the cry sounded, it was blocked by Naoki.

"Don't scream." Naoki reached out his hand to cover Miku's mouth and analyzed, "I don't know anything about the current situation, and screaming will likely attract ghosts."

Miku whose heart was almost filled with shame, was dumbfounded when she heard those words: "Ghost?"

"Most likely we have entered the same real dream as the survival of the school." Naoki let go of Miku's mouth and whispered, "Otherwise, there's no way to explain why you appeared on the bed."

Miku was momentarily absent-minded.

(This is... my room.)

(I remember that I gave up my room to the reckless Asakawa last night, I slept with Itsuki, and now I have returned to my room.)

(Is this really a dream again?)

Miku covered her chest with her hands, instinctively feeling that she seemed to have forgotten something very important.

At the same time, Naoki slowly poked his head out of the bed and looked under the bed carefully.

Seeing Naoki's strange movements, Miku couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Reckless Asakawa, what are you looking at?"

"I have a feeling there might be a ghost hiding under the bed," Naoki replied.

Miku was surprised, held her breath, and said nervously, "Are there ghosts?"

Naoki slowly retracted his gaze, lowered his voice, and said quietly:

"Shut up, don't let the ghosts hear you."

Hearing Naoki's reply in a low voice, Miku suddenly held her breath, her body stiffened and she didn't dare move.

"There was something under the bed..."

Compared to the fact that someone just woke up and was bullied by the reckless Asakawa, it was nothing.

Seeing Miku's face with tears in her eyes, her face turning pale with fear, Naoki couldn't help but feel guilty: "Okay, I'm talking about panic."

Miku's eyelashes trembled slightly, the hazy mist in her eyes dissipated slightly, and she whispered, "...Is there something under the bed?"

Naoki changed the conversation and said quietly, "It's not that, it's them."

Miku: "..."

The same routine is very effective the first time, but the second is unavoidable. Miku stayed there and then she threw herself straight at Naoki.

Hey, don't hold on tight, I'm going to run out of breath! Too much to even bite me! Don't think that this is a dream and you can do whatever you want. Believe it or not, I'm going to give you a test of trigonometric functions right now. If you can't write it, flick your forehead!

"Wait a moment-"

Seeing Miku biting her wrist, cold sweat suddenly dripped from the top of Naoki's head.

"In a dream… why do I feel sick?"