impossible anyway.” “…Understood,” Kousaka nodded. That seemed safest, like she said. “Oh, but,” she appended. “I guess I will trade contact info with you. If I don’t, Izumi will find it unnatural.” Sanagi held out her smartphone. Kousaka took it, face twitching. “Add yourself.” Kousaka followed the instruction and registered his number on her phone. He faintly expected it, but there were only three people in her address book. And those three numbers didn’t even have names assigned to them, to boot. She didn’t seem like the most sociable sort. Once done, Kousaka quietly washed his hands with disinfectant. Who knows what’s on other people’s belongings. Especially things they use daily. Once two hours had passed, Sanagi closed her book, put it in her bag, and left the room. Kousaka put the the sheets in the washing machine and went around cleaning everything, then showered for about an hour. Sanagi had said “I’ll come around 6 PM tomorrow.” This is no joke, Kousaka grieved. At this rate, his holy grounds would be completely dirtied. Wasn’t there some way to