01

"That...brother..."

As the door gently pushed open, Fitt's little red face appeared there. She walked in carefully with a big pillow in her hand.

His textbook was lying quietly on the bed. The autumn wind blew into the room with the curtains. There was no one inside. Seeing a cup of steaming coffee on the desk, Fitt guessed that Samar must have gone downstairs.

The pillow in his hand was his own, because Samar's pillow was rolling in the washing machine now. Thinking that Samar's behavior would make Samar's sleep without a pillow, Fit decided to take the responsibility, so he brought his pillow over.

Fitt felt a little relieved when he saw that there was no one in the room, because she felt that she didn't know what to say when she faced Samar.

"call……"

She sighed, her eyes turned to the side, the still messy bed.

What happened to me? How could I do that?

As if the memories were played, scenes of shots appeared in my mind. My incredible behavior made Fette's face turn red quickly, and the feeling he felt at the time still remained on his body.

I couldn't understand why I did such a thing. At that time, I was confused and came to my senses that I had already done that. I wanted to stop this behavior, but I couldn't stop.

Fitt tightly hugged the pillow in his hand, buried his face in it, and slowly sat on the bed.

"What's wrong with me? Should I talk to Naye and the others..."

She remembered her close friends who could talk about everything, and they might give her some advice.

"What's wrong? Are you going to sleep again?"

“Huh!?”

Just as Fitt was pondering how to talk to those friends, Samar's voice fell from his head, and Fitt raised his head in surprise.

"Why are you shocked and fooled?"

Samar frowned, and he found that Fitt had seemed to have become strange recently. Although it was not specific, it was only a reflection of the puberty.

"No...no!"

"Well, forget it, I'll tell you, if you want to sleep, wouldn't it be nice to go back to your room?"

Seeing Fette shake his head, Samar stopped exploring it, closed the door and walked towards the desk.

"Nothing, I didn't want to sleep."

"No? I used to sleep in my room and drool on the pillow, but now I'm sitting on the bed holding the pillow, looking listless. Do you think you don't want to sleep?"

"Um... Um... Gu..."

Faced with Samar's question, Fitt wanted to refute, but found that she could not find any place to refute. She could not say that the pillow was not her saliva, nor could she say that she was thinking about using a way to answer her questions and questions just now. She pouted her mouth behind the pillow in depression.

"Forget it, by the way, what else can I do when I look for me? I even brought the pillow? Are you here to sleep?"

Samar, who sat at the desk, took a sip of coffee and looked at Fitt.

"Everyone said it's not! Brother is really, this pillow is for brother."

"For me?"

Samar was a little stunned. Unexpectedly, Fitt brought the pillow for himself to use, and smiled gently.

"That... my brother's pillow is still washing, so I want to use mine for you..."

"I see."

Although Samar already knew what Fitt meant, he was just to compensate him anyway. He opened the book on the side, which was what he would do next, and interrupted Fitt's words.

"But if you use it for me, what about you? Don't you have no pillows?"

"It doesn't matter if my words are."

Fitt replied softly, his fingers holding the pillow were entangled, and somehow he described a scene in his heart—

The birds chirped in the morning, and they comfortably laid on Samar's arm, leaning against him, a morning filled with warmth and happiness.

"Well, forget it, you'd better take it back. It doesn't matter if you don't have pillows or something."

“Huh?”

Fitt's delusion was interrupted, and she raised her head and looked at Samar in surprise.

"Don't be so surprised, okay? I've been doing excavation work for a long time, just a pillow, and I've encountered even worse environments, so it's no big deal."

"That's how..."

Fitt opened his mouth and said nothing. She put down her pillow and picked up the textbook. Her original intention was to let Samar teach her homework.

"Brother, I don't understand some things..."

She walked to Samar and saw the book unfolding in front of Samar and immediately opened her eyes widened.

"This is!"

On that book, there were photos of various wedding dresses, each of which was very exquisite and beautiful, and there were also paired suits, which immediately captured her gaze.

"So beautiful!"

“Yeah, indeed.”

"Why do you want to see this brother?"

While admiring these wedding dresses, Fitt asked subconsciously, because Samar saw this as a bit unusual, which made Fitt's mind have a bad idea.

"Because I'm going to choose the clothes I'm going to wear."

"Wedding photos..."

The next second, Fitt's mind froze.

02

"Good morning……"

"Good morning, alas?"

When she heard Fite's good morning, Amy, who was already sitting at the dining table, responded, but when she noticed Fite's appearance, she was stunned for a few seconds.

I saw her with disheveled hair shaking down the stairs, and she walked up in a daze with dark circles on her face, and she could not see her usual spirit at all.

She sat in her seat and looked at the table motionlessly. Amy looked at Crono and then at Amy. They seemed to be surprised by Fite's changes. She was looking at Aluf, who couldn't find a clue.

"There's no way, it's been like this since last night."

After she said this, Ami also remembered that Fitt seemed a little dumb when she was supper last year. She thought she was just tired, so she didn't ask too much. Unexpectedly, she realized today that this was still a big problem.

"That, Fitt? Fitt?"

"ah?"

After asking a few times, Fit finally responded. She raised her head and looked at Ami blankly.

"What's wrong with you, Fitte? Are you feeling a little bad? Are you sick? Do you want to rest today?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

Fitt's answer was normal, but her voice seemed thinner than before, but her next move was completely beyond the normal range.

She reached out her hand to the milk, but grabbed the soy sauce bottle beside her and started drinking it.

"Ani, today's milk seems a bit salty."

She put down the soy sauce bottle and picked up the towel next to the plate with bread.

"It's getting late, I'm going to school."

While talking, he walked towards the entrance with a towel in his mouth.

“…”

Everyone stared at Fite who was so weird, and they didn't come back to their senses until the sound of closing the door sounded.

"This...what the hell is going on?"

Ami screamed immediately, and Aluf ran out in a flash. It seemed that she was going to chase Fite. As she was like this, she would probably even run through the red light.

"I don't know, yesterday was fine."

Crono was also confused about Fitt's abnormal behavior, and Aini had a vague idea. At this time, Samar's yawn came from the stairs.

"Ahhhh...Ani, what should I eat for breakfast?"

“Toast.”

"Is this the other one? Let's see how Xiaolong is next time? I've been fascinated by the Chinese flavor recently."

"I see."

Samar sat on the dining table, then picked up the soy sauce bottle and prepared to pour it on the bread, but when he held it in his hand, he suddenly found that there was no soy sauce in the bottle.

"Why is it gone?"

He looked at Amy and Crono with a strange look. Generally speaking, he could only eat soy sauce on toast. Everyone else in the family eats the original flavor, so only the soy sauce bottles are used by themselves, but now they are gone. Is it because someone is the same as himself?

"You go and ask Fite."
To be continued...