My youth romance is always confusing

Mitsuki wiped her eyes to make sure she saw it right.

Um, it's Hachiman, right?

After repeated confirmation, she was sure that the man standing at the entrance of the yard was Hikigaya Hachiman.

A smile appeared on Miyue's face, which she herself was not even aware of, and then she strode towards the entrance of the yard.

But she ran too hastily, and the ground in the yard was not very flat. When she just ran in front of Hachiman, she couldn't control her body and was about to fall.

Seeing Miyuki staggering, I quickly stepped forward to catch her.

"Hey, hiss~"

I just supported Mitsuki who was rushing towards me and prevented her from falling, but the next moment I was pushed to the ground by Mitsuki's inertia.

The buttocks had an intimate contact with the earth.

It hurts.

Although a certain part has a lot of meat, it cannot completely resist physical damage. After all, not everyone has the skill to "guard".

Come to think of it, it would be great if I really knew how to do it, then Yukinoshita's magic skills wouldn't be effective against me. Of course, it would be even better if it was a 'counter punch'.

"Uh! Sorry!"

Realizing that she had knocked the customer down, Mitsuki quickly stood up and apologized to Hachiman.

I also stood up from the ground, patted my dusty pants, waved to her, telling her not to worry.

"It doesn't matter. It's not a big deal anyway."

Looking at Miyuki's blushing face, I felt like I had awakened some strange habit.

Suddenly I really wanted to pinch her little face.

No, no, it would be inhumane to do this now.

After realizing the darkness in my heart, I quickly corrected my tone and presented myself as a gentleman.

"Really? I'm glad you're okay, Hachiman."

After hearing that Hachiman was fine, Mitsuki slightly loosened her clenched hands on her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

By the way, this child is still called by his first name.

I'm not particularly used to people calling me by my first name.

From childhood to adulthood, there are only a handful of people who have called me by my name. Apart from my parents, probably only Zaimokuza and Totsuka.

As for Komachi, she usually just calls me brother instead of my name.

Now that the little girl suddenly called me like that, I felt a little embarrassed.

"Hmm? Hachiman, what's wrong?"

Seeing Hachiman standing there in a daze, Mitsuki asked with concern.

I came to my senses and quickly changed the subject.

"Ah, nothing. I was just wondering why there is so little traffic around here."

I looked around and saw that no car passed by while Miyue and I were talking.

This place shouldn't be like this.

Mitsuki covered her mouth slightly when she heard Hachiman's question, as if she was laughing.

After a while, she put down her hand and said, "Yawata, that's what you were thinking about. It's nothing special. Parking is simply prohibited here. There will be a fine if you park. In addition, the road here is not very smooth, so over time, no cars come here."

By the way, why did this guy's expression just now seem a bit like Yukinoshita? Please, don't grow up to look like Yukinoshita, otherwise I feel like I will have one more natural enemy in this world.

"Wait a minute, you're not allowed to park? Doesn't that mean—"

After understanding Mitsuki's words a little, I discovered the problem.

"Oh, yes. The last time you came here, the cars parked at the gate of the yard had probably been fined."

Ah, I didn’t expect that I would be fined for parking. Does my dad know about this?

"By the way, who was the uncle who came last time?"

"It's my dad. He seems to know your father."

At this point, I am a little afraid to face Miyue. After all, this child doesn't know that she has been entrusted to someone else by her father. According to this calculation, she probably doesn't know how serious her father's illness is. She may even foolishly think that her father is just in poor health.

Ugh.

Mitsuki felt panicked when she saw Hachiman who suddenly became depressed for some unknown reason.

Just as she was about to say something, there was a knock on the window separating the inside and outside of the house.

At this time, there was only one person at home.

Mitsuki quickly turned around and saw that it was her father knocking on the window.

Is there something wrong?

"Excuse me, my father seems to be in trouble."

Mitsuki lowered her head, then turned and ran to the window to listen to what her father said.

Not long after, she came running back.

"Dad said he wanted to see you."

"I?"

I pointed at myself, feeling a little surprised.

It seems that I don't have any relationship with that old man.

But soon, I realized why Mr. Takamiya was looking for me.

I'm afraid it's because of the little girl in front of me.

After realizing this, I stopped being pretentious and agreed to Miyuki's request.

nodded.

"Well, I've been here twice, so I should meet my uncle."

Mitsuki's eyes lit up when she received Hachiman's affirmative response.

For her, this was the first time she brought her friends to meet their parents.

Although this friend is much older than her.

I opened the door, walked down the corridor, and followed Mitsuki into the house.

Indeed, there are very few signs of life in the house, and it seems that no one has ever lived in the surrounding rooms.

But overall, the whole house is relatively clean.

If Mr. Takamiya is really as seriously ill as my father said, then Mitsuki would probably be the only one who cleans the room. I didn't expect that she is so capable at such a young age.

After a few more steps, I followed Mitsuki to the door of Mr. Takamiya's room.

This is not to say that the room is small and cramped. On the contrary, the room is already big enough for two people to live in. Maybe someone has lived here before.

As a guest, I knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

When I opened the door, a middle-aged man lying on the bed came into my sight.

Just as my dad said, her complexion was very bad and her hair had turned gray. It was hard to imagine that this was a father whose daughter was only in grade four.

You know, Komachi and I are both around high school age, and my dad, at least from the outside, looks pretty good.

"Hello, uncle."

As a true junior, I sat on the blanket obediently.

I have been talking to Miyue for a while, and I can get a glimpse of this family's educational style from her.

It should be a more traditional way of education. Although Miyue is introverted, she is still much better than those naughty children in terms of etiquette.

Don’t be fooled by those naughty kids who act like decent people in front of their parents. If they are alone outside, they might go crazy.

"well."

Takamiya Sengoku looked at the young man in front of him with a smile on his face.

"You came here with your father last week, too."

"Yes, last week my father had something to discuss with you, so as a junior I did not come in to disturb you. Now that I am here again today, I really should visit my uncle."

When communicating with such people, even I can't help but use all kinds of formal ways of speaking.

You know, at home I always call people "Dad" or "Mom".

I can only say that the man in front of me does have an inexplicable appeal.

"I don't know what the relationship between my uncle and my father is..."

I deliberately left the ending long, waiting for the answer.

"Ha, I'm just a former teacher of Yun San, not worth mentioning."

Although he said this, he couldn't wipe the pride off his face.

Old...teacher?! You are so old, but your daughter is so young?

As if noticing Hachiman's surprise, Takamiya Sengoku smiled indifferently.

"Although as a teacher, I am a little older than Mr. Yun, but my wife and I were also quite old when we got married. Meiyue is my late-born child."

He looked at Miyue who was standing silently on the side. As if she was remembering that time, a happy smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

After a moment, he called to Miyue, "Miyue, go get the photo album."

It seems that Mr. Takamiya has difficulty walking, and even picking up things requires Mitsuki, a little child, to do it.

I watched Mitsuki take out a thick photo album from the cabinet and hand it to Mr. Takamiya.

Takamiya Qi Sengoku turned one of the pages with his trembling hands.

"This is a photo of Yun San when he was young. You may not have it at home. He was extremely rebellious back then."

He pointed to the photo in front of him and motioned for Hachiman to come over and take a look.

Photos of my dad when he was young? I don't think there are any at home. Could it be that my dad didn't put them there on purpose?

I went over with a hint of curiosity.

"This...is this dad?"

I was so surprised that I even forgot to use the honorific name and the way I used to call him at home came out of my mouth.

But it’s not my fault, because the person in the photo is completely different from the dad I remember.

Of the person in the photo, only the body outline and face vaguely resemble my father, but other than that, the somewhat ferocious eyes and cold expression have nothing to do with the usual tired-looking father.

"From the look on your face, I can tell that Yun San has indeed changed a lot over the years."

Takamiya Sengoku drooped his eyelids, and no one knew what he was thinking.

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