Proficient in what?

Are you more skilled at snapping off people's buttons, or more skilled at pulling off people's clothes from behind?

Jōgō Rei was not at all confident in the young master's sewing skills.

Even though the young master was clearly terrified, he still kept in mind to maintain normal social distance. The clothes on his back were about to be pulled two miles away, but the young master didn't even get caught on him.

I really don't know how to evaluate this behavior.

Fūya Rei frowned, not sure whether he would subconsciously fight back if the other party really hung on him.

He suddenly remembered that the young master usually looked enthusiastic and heartless, but in fact he had a strong sense of boundaries and would step back if others came too close.

Well... this is normal for members of the organization, Furuya Zero thought.

But the young master actually has no concept of being on guard against others. He keeps his distance not out of disgust or aversion, but more like some kind of... unconscious habit?

Among the fans, 85% are fans of only one of the two actors, and only 10% are fans of both the actor and the couple. Hasegawa Yu, who has always followed his agent's instructions and habitually eliminated any signs of possible CP hype, looked at the silent blond senior nervously.

Not getting an answer from the other party, he looked around and picked up the two buttons that had fallen.

Today, Rei Fūtani was wearing a pure black shirt. Because two buttons of the shirt were broken, a large area of his well-trained and plump chest muscles were exposed, outlining the undulating lines in the moonlight.

It makes people retract their doubts about the quality of the shirt.

The seniors’ fitness results are great.

After expressing his admiration, Hasegawa Yuu recalled the recent night temperatures and asked, "Senior, how about we go upstairs first?"

He didn't see the coat in the car either...

"Yeah." Furuya Rei finally spoke.

Compared to the outside, the temperature inside is much more suitable for wearing a shirt. Hasegawa Yu, who was walking in front, opened the door and said, "I'm back, Mr. Ikko~"

Is it a hint for "Magic and Pet"?

Furiya Rei waited for a while, until both of them changed into indoor slippers, then he suddenly sighed, "Xiaoyou didn't say hello to Ararat."

"Hahaha."

Hasegawa Yuu suddenly stuttered, his eyes flicking around, perhaps searching for an excuse, "This... is because..."

Noah has been following him, so of course he doesn't need to say hello, woo.

After quietly admiring the young master's flawed expression for a while, Fūya Ling let go of the question and thoughtfully found a reason, "Did you have a fight with him?"

"Yeah." Hasegawa Yuu replied dryly, his orange-gold almond eyes showing a hint of guilt, "Yeah, we just had a fight."

Fūya Rei raised his eyebrows, and his purple-gray eyes moved around the young man.

This look... can he really chat with Garfield, or does he simply love talking to dolls?

Regardless of whether the boss knew about the "magic", is it really a good idea to just throw him out like that? Fūya Rei felt complicated and stopped thinking about asking about the "reason for the quarrel".

There is no sense of accomplishment in trying.

Hiro's evaluation is correct, this is just a good boy Jinmo.

Why on earth did they think the young master's acting was horrible in the first place?

Fūya Rei's gaze fell on the young man's face again, thinking that this face, which looked very smart, gave him a great bonus.

Hasegawa Yu, who has a genius face, is still thinking about the button issue, "About buttons, do I really know how to sew them, or should I compensate you with a new shirt?"

I didn't recognize the brand of the clothes, but the quality looked pretty good. It was probably a brand unique to this world.

Hasegawa Yuu regretted his recent salary and asked, "Where did you buy your clothes, senior?"

Also thinking about the young master's "salary", Furuya Rei said: "..."

The blond man's eyelids twitched slightly. For some unknown reason, he did not offer the option of not having to pay compensation. "Then I'll give the shirt to Xiaoyou."

"Please wait a moment, senior~" Hasegawa Yu's eyes lit up after saving some money, and he quickly ran to the bedroom to get tools.

Rei Furuya stayed where he was and looked around the living room.

Not counting the delivered cards, I haven't been to the house for a while, so there are obviously a lot more things in this safe house than the previous one.

Where one lives often reflects his or her behavior, habits and personality.

A Polaroid camera casually thrown on the cabinet in the entrance hall, a second-hand electronic piano and headphones on the coffee table, papers with various musical scores and study notes scattered on the dining table, and a Bluetooth speaker that was placed on top of the refrigerator for some reason.

Fūya Rei's eyes swept over these things one by one, ignoring the various small ornaments with strange shapes that were mixed in from somewhere. Almost everything in this room was related to music.

The fake identity of Hasegawa Yu as a trainee emerged in his mind, and the blond and dark-skinned man had an idea. Could it be... that this is not fake?

But Feng Jianyu couldn't find out the other party's activities in South Korea. Was it covered up by the boss?

Considering the feeling that Hasegawa Yu's singing brings to people, Furuya Rei had to think about the feasibility of researching a magical music show.

Isn't there a way to buff yourself by singing?

Hiro wouldn't think that his illness was more serious... Furuya Rei sighed secretly.

At this time, Hasegawa Yu from the magical music show returned to the living room with a sewing box and a shirt. "Senior, it will take some time for me to sew the buttons. This shirt has been washed. If you don't mind, how about wearing it first?"

Rei Furuya took the shirt.

The orange-gold and purple-gray collided in mid-air.

The latter's eyes flashed, "I'll go change my shirt."

Watching his senior go to the bathroom, Hasegawa Yu blinked, turned back and went into the kitchen to boil a pot of water.

To prevent catching a cold, humans should drink more hot water!

Fūya Rei, who did not catch a cold, was standing in front of the bathroom mirror.

Ignoring the Soul Crown reflected in the mirror, he lowered his eyes and looked at the clothes in his hands.

Perhaps because he was aware that his frame was smaller than others, Hasegawa Yu took an oversized jacket and sweatshirt, which was loose and soft, and could definitely be worn by his blond senior who was not much taller than him.

But that's not the point.

After changing his clothes, Fūya Rei smelled the faint scent of sea salt on a summer beach that once lingered on his nose.

Restraining himself from the strange behavior of lowering his head and smelling people's clothes to confirm... the blond man observed the bathroom with a bathtub with a stern face.

The clothing labels are from brands I've never seen before—I'll check later. There are several bottles of men's skincare products on the sink—were there so many when we stayed in the last safe house? The shower gel and laundry detergent are both unscented—tsk.

Bathtub... huh?

Fūya Rei leaned over and picked up a long orange hair from the edge of the bathtub.

Waist-length, what looked like a woman's hair, the same color as the young master's, with one end slightly curled. Was it natural? Or was it a perm?

After successfully blocking out the smell of that hallucinatory scent, Rei Furuya stuffed his hair into his trouser pockets and turned back to the living room.

Hasegawa Yu, who had no doubt about the length of time it took his senior to change clothes, saw him coming out and actively stepped forward to take the shirt, "I promise that I won't be able to see any flaws in it, senior!"

This is the only handicraft he is good at!

"Yeah." Fūya Rei responded indifferently.

Hasegawa Yu brought another glass of water and placed it in front of him, then he started to sew buttons with great effort.

The orange-haired young man finally calmed down.

The cold white light from the living room fell on the delicate profile of the young man, and the look of the young man who was sewing clothes seriously inexplicably revealed a sense of virtue.

After shaking off the messy visual impression and discovering that the young master really could sew buttons, Kōtani Rei began to ponder the long orange hair.

He suddenly remembered the young master's reaction when he expressed his dislike for natural curls.

The short hair is indeed not curly, maybe it is the long hair that is curly.

Rei Furuya's thoughts wandered, and logic was of no use when it came to magic.

But who's the magical girl... The boy's transformation place is in the bathtub.

Is it possible to travel through the toilet?

However, there seems to be a magical transformation show where the character is male before the transformation and becomes female after the transformation.

"." Fūya Rei leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, supporting his chin with his fingers folded, lost in thought.

If the logistics member he arranged had not reported that no outsider had ever entered this safe house, he would have guessed that the long orange hair belonged to "Xingluo" or "them" mentioned by the young master.

Instead of doubting the magical boy...girl.

After carefully sewing two buttons, Hasegawa Yu looked up and saw the blond-haired senior staring at him with a strange (? ) look.

Hasegawa Yu, who had a little hair on his back, quickly sat up straight, held out the shirt with both hands, and said in a clear and powerful voice, "Please review it, senior!"

“…” Almost startled by the sudden voice, Fūya Rei slowly took the shirt.

The honey-colored fingertips stroked the button that had returned to its original state, and Jiang Gu Ling looked it inside and out. As the young master said, the flaw was not big, at least it could not be noticed without careful observation.

Feeling the burning, expectant gaze, the blond, dark-skinned man commented, "Xiaoyou's button-sewing skills are pretty good."

"Hehe~"

It’s so easy to be happy.

Fūya Rei stood up and said, "Then I..."

"Senior, I haven't drunk the water yet."

Noticing something, Hasegawa Yu pushed the hot water he had poured earlier toward him and said, "Luckily it's not cold. Drink it quickly."

Jōgō Rei narrowed his eyes and quickly listed the medicines that could be put into boiled water in his mind.

He didn't sit down and refused, "No, I'm not thirsty."

"Senior, why don't you drink something?" Hasegawa Yu tried to persuade him, "It never hurts to drink more hot water."

I almost forgot that Japanese people don’t like to drink hot water.

He added, "Don't worry, I've tested the water temperature, it's not scalding."

Fūya Rei cast a suspicious look on the young man's face.

Hasegawa Yu looked back calmly, with no sign of anything unusual.

"?" Under his gaze, Fūya Rei slowly picked up the water cup.

Hasegawa Yu gave him an encouraging look.

“???”

After going through the poisons that could be put into boiled water, Jōya Rei felt he could handle it and took a sip.

A smell of boiled water.

"Okay." Furuya Rei put down the water cup, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"Take care, senior~"

Sitting in the car, Fūya Rei, who didn't feel anything wrong with his body, looked at himself in the rearview mirror.

...Is he being too wary of idiots again?

But why does he have to drink hot water?

"Suppose someone tells you to drink more hot water, what does that mean?"

Even when he met his friend, Fūya Rei still couldn't figure it out and couldn't help but ask.

"Jin...Hasegawa Yu asked you to drink hot water?"

Zhu Fujingguang looked up and down at his sweatshirt, which was out of place with his usual style, and noticed that the cuffs were a few centimeters too short. "Whose clothes are these?"

Meeting his friend's meaningful gaze, Furuya Rei said nonchalantly, "All of this has its reasons."

"reason."

The black-haired, phoenix-eyed man chewed on these two words, then changed the subject, "If you're sick, drink more hot water."

“???”

"Especially the weak intelligence officers, right?"

Zhu Fujingguang, who was standing next to the white sports car, smiled slightly, pointed at the black shirt thrown on the passenger seat, and said the truth, "It's getting colder. You can't just wear a shirt at night."

After thinking of various reasons and thinking that he was in good health, he eliminated it:

"Hiro really understands the young master's thoughts."

"Zero can also abandon all identities and stop treating him as a member of the organization." Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes flickered for a moment.

“…”×2

The two of them tacitly chose to skip this topic.

After returning to the car and changing their shirts, Furuya Rei and Morobushi Kagemitsu walked together towards their destination, which was a street away.

A crow with beautiful feathers flew across the starless and moonless night sky, landed on a roadside telephone pole, and tilted its head to preen its feathers.

Passing the telephone pole, the two walked towards the cafe at the end of the street.

The cafe is located near the Karasuma Group and is very popular among young people working in the group.

As it approached 11 p.m., the building housing the Karasuma Group was brightly lit, but there was not a single customer in the equally bright cafe.

Perhaps it was because there was a silver-haired evil spirit standing at the door.

"Gin, long time no see. Are you back from Hakata?" Furuya Rei was the first to greet.

"snort."

Not bothering to pay attention to his gloating tone, Gin motioned Vodka to come forward for inspection, "Old rules, all weapons are handed over."

Furuya Rei raised his hands and let Vodka's handheld detector scan him. "Honestly, every time we meet, we have to go through this. Everyone feels insecure. I don't mind chatting online like before."

"Bourbon, when did you talk more nonsense than Speyside?" Gin was almost annoyed by these intelligence officers.

"Brother, they are all fine." Vodka reported the results.

Gin, who had grown up together at the organization's base but disliked both Bourbon and Scotch, nodded coldly, signaling the two to hurry inside, "Don't keep the Boss waiting."

Zhu Fujingguang, who hadn't spoken a word the entire time, spread his hands, looking innocent. "It's just a minute or two. We have plenty of time, don't we?"

Gin moved his fingers slightly, closed his eyes and ignored them.

After entering the cafe, the two saw several people sitting near the back.

"Hey, Bourbon sauce~ Scottish sauce~" Hagiwara Kenji raised his hand, "If you don't come soon, I'll want to order some midnight snacks."

"If we are all looking at Tokyo time, I think there are still fifteen minutes until the scheduled meeting time." Furuya Rei and the man with semi-long hair sat down in an empty seat between them.

Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced around calmly and sat between the two of them.

"I'm so bored." Hagiwara Kenji leaned back in his chair.

"Isn't Speyside very good with women?"

Sitting opposite the three people, a middle-aged man wearing a black suit and a white scarf spoke slowly.

As he spoke, he stroked the crow-head cane in his hand, "Vermouth just talked to you, and you ignored her."

"Boss." The two people who came later lowered their heads.

"I suppose Speyside is tired of talking to me."

The blonde actress sitting to the boss's left lazily played with the ends of her hair, "It's a man's nature to get tired of the old and love the new."

The other four men present did not respond immediately.

"How could that be?" Hagiwara Kenji winked at her. "To get tired of talking to someone like Vermouth-chan, that person must be short-sighted."

"The boss is watching, so I have to be careful."

"I told you a long time ago that you don't need to be too nervous when you're with me." Karasuma Renya clenched his fist and put it to his lips. "Ahem, after all, I've basically watched you all grow up."

There was a moment of silence at the scene.

"Wow, it seems like I'm the only one who isn't?" Hagiwara Kenji shrugged.

"Let's get to the point." Karasuma Renya said no more, "Ahem, I called you here because of that 'newcomer'."

"We've been in contact for a while. What do you think of him? Ahem, is there anything special about him?"

"Good acting." Hagiwara Kenji tilted his head. "It's been a while since I've seen such an interesting newcomer."

"It's rare for Spese to say something that people agree with," said Furuya Rei indifferently. "Is the Boss planning to give him a code name?"

"I have an average impression of him." Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't look at the other two, his expression unchanged. "I just hope there's one less dramatic guy."

Although his friend usually doesn't get along with Speyside, the amazing thing is that once the two of them are about to do something together, they will have a miraculous tacit understanding, including him.

Even Glenlivet and Blanton's.

This kind of "tacit understanding" that comes out of nowhere is really frustrating.

"He will never have a code name." Karasuma Renya didn't comment on their comments. "He won't be involved in the organization's important missions."

"Oh?" Furuya Rei showed an interested look, "It sounds like the newcomer is here to have fun."

"I can't say for sure."

Karasuma Renya said ambiguously, looking at the blond man in charge of Hasegawa Yu, "Bourbon, please keep a close eye on the newcomer. If you find anything new, be sure to report it to me immediately."

A novelty... a magical girl?

With a small magic crown on his head, Furuya Rei lowered his head and said, "I will, Boss."

After they chatted for a while, Karasuma Renya let them leave.

After leaving the cafe, Furuya Rei and Hagiwara Kenji walked in different directions without discussing the topic of newcomers in private.

Morobushi Jingguang, who was walking silently beside his friend, called out his name after the white sports car drove out of the area where the cafe was located, "Zero."

Knowing what he wanted to ask, Furuya Rei pondered for a moment, his tone more serious than ever before, intending to let people understand that he was not joking, "Hiro, do you believe in magic in the world?"

Zhu Fujingguang: ...?

Zhu Fujingguang: "Zero, why don't you drink some more hot water?"

The weather was cold, and his friend was really having trouble with his brain.