Mizuiro

p2
>The pressing of our lips. Our skin brushing up against each other.
>No matter how much we wish for it, the warmth that originally came from such things
>doesn't exist for us.
>And yet...

p3
>Listen... Ai-san... Can you hear it?
>The voice coming out of here is very pretty.
>To think that part still gets wet... even though we're dead...!

>No...don't... Junko... Not there...
>That part of you... is really cute, Ai-san...
>Since my entire body was fried, that place must surely smell burnt.
>Those thoughts made me feel even more immoral than Junko's behavior.

p4
>Junko is wrapping herself around me.
>If Sakura-san saw us...
>doing this kind of thing... fufu... she'd be in such... disdain...

>I knew that Junko was originally the type who kept things hidden inside
>but I felt she was very much like a zombie, prowling around for flesh.

p5
>I've studied a lot from the computer
>so that I could fall even more in love with the parts I "love" about you, Ai-san.

>Wait... Junko!?

>What kind of internet sites have you been looking at!?
>Junko's been getting more and more perverted as of late.
>Not there...!

p6
>Even if I am a zombie, you're gonna break me!!

p7
>When I think about it... ever since she took my hand on that stage amidst that thunderstorm...
>No, I'm sure it was even longer ago than that...
>The power of her song,
>the pride of not wanting to lose and the relief of standing side by side...

>Come on. You should be more honest.
>It was probably inevitable
>that I would end up like this.
>Today, yet again, I'll... follow her lead until morning.

p8
>I... know all too well.
>I'm someone who carried strength back-to-back with weakness.

>I want to monopolise your heart.
>Just for a brief moment... Even if that means...
>I have do something so wrong...

>Sakura-san... I'm sorry.
>Please... just for a little bit, let me be an unfair girl.

p9
>Hot bodies... Warm hearts...
>The heat that I can feel even though it shouldn't be there.
>Our lives.