My youth romance is always confusing

“…”

Like ink dripping into clear water, something indescribable spreads at this moment.

I looked at Mitsuki who was kneeling in front of me and making a solemn request to me, and I felt a little overwhelmed.

But one thing was clear to me, she was serious.

I understand her request.

Because she is the daughter of Uncle Chonggong, and as a daughter, it is natural for her to visit her seriously ill father.

Even though she is still very young, she can't help much and may even cause trouble.

But, she is his daughter.

This reason alone is enough.

I believe that if it were the father, he would have arranged for the father and daughter to meet again in Uncle Chonggong's last moments.

But, that's Dad.

Now, the little girl's request is to me.

There is no way I can take my father's decision as my own.

From that moment on, I decided that I would help her.

A daughter should not be unable to see her father at this time simply because she is a child.

That's unreasonable.

"I understand. Since you asked me to do so, I will take you there tomorrow."

Hearing the affirmative answer, Miyue's face showed some joy.

"but--"

I pointed toward the room.

"Until then, you must get some rest tonight."

If this incident could become a motivation for her to live a good life, then Uncle Takamiya would have achieved his goal.

Although this implementation method is something that no one wants to see.

Watching Miyuki rummaging through the boxes and cupboards to find the guest bedding, I suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Miyue, give me your teacher's phone number."

"What?"

"If you don't go to class tomorrow, you have to ask for leave."

In fact, if nothing unexpected happens, she won't have to go to this school anymore.

It only takes a little thought to understand that Uncle Chonggong is now in the hospital, and the two adults who can help are still busy in the hospital. As a high school student, I cannot stay here with her for a long time, and she is a little girl, and I cannot just leave her in this house and ignore her. Her safety will not be guaranteed.

So, it is very likely that she will not go to school until she finds a primary school near our home.

However, I still didn't say my guess. After all, for Mitsuki now, the turmoil in life is too great.

If this familiar environment can really continue, I would rather it last longer.

At least, let Mitsuki have a good dream before tomorrow comes.

I took the notebook that Miyuki took out and dialed the number on it.

After a few busy tones, a woman's voice sounded on the other end.

"Excuse me, who is it?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Zhuzi? I am Takamiya Mizuki's brother."

For some reason, Mitsuki's face looked a little off for a moment.

"Oh, it's Mitsuki-chan's brother. What can I do for you?"

After hearing that it was the parent of a student in their class, the enthusiasm of the other side became obviously much higher, and there was more intimacy in their address.

Noticing this, I glanced at Mitsuki, then organized my words and spoke again.

"Actually, something happened in our family recently, and Mitsuki may not be able to go to school tomorrow."

"Really? It's that serious?"

Teacher Zhuzi's voice sounded more concerned.

I handed the phone to Miyue and asked her to talk to the teacher to prove it.

Mitsuki took the phone and put it to her ear.

He nodded as he spoke.

"Yes, teacher, I have something to do at home."

"Yes, I may not be able to go to school tomorrow."

"That was... my brother. You may not know him because he has never been to school."

"Yes, thank you, teacher. Goodbye, teacher."

I picked up the phone.

"Meiyue just told you that something happened at home and I can't go to school tomorrow. I want to ask for leave from you."

After Mr. Zhuzi confirmed that Hachiman was really Mitsuki's family, he no longer had any concerns.

"No problem, these things are just small matters. As for Xiao Meiyue, just take good care of her."

"Don't worry, that's for sure. I'll leave the school matters to you."

It seemed like this teacher really cared about Mitsuki.

After hanging up the phone, I saw Miyue staring at the ground without raising her head, wondering what she was thinking.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Ugh."

Mitsuki was startled.

Has this child ever been so frightened before?

I scratched my head and walked towards the guest room which had not been tidied yet, carrying the bedding.

"Go to bed early, we have to go out tomorrow."

In fact, if it was Komachi, she might just stay with Mitsuki tonight.

After all, people always have some random thoughts in their minds before going to bed.

But I am a boy after all, and I need to be more careful about these things, so I can only let Miyuki spend this difficult night alone.

With thoughts in my mind, I fell asleep.

The next morning, I was awakened by noises in the kitchen.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes, put on my clothes and walked out of the room.

As expected, it was Mitsuki busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

Maybe the kitchen stove was a little high, so she stood on it on a stool to prepare breakfast.

In order to prevent her from getting startled like she was yesterday, I deliberately made my footsteps louder and didn't say anything, so as not to scare her into missing a step and falling.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Mitsuki turned around and found that it was Hachiman who came out.

She asked softly, "Hachiman, you're awake. Breakfast will be ready soon."

Although it felt a bit awkward to let an elementary school girl cook for me, I didn't say anything to stop her.

Because in this family, she is the host and I am the guest.

It has nothing to do with age.

I sat at the dining table, thinking about today's schedule.

Considering that I only have one day off today, I should prepare to bring Miyue home after I come back from accompanying her in the hospital.

However, there are still many things to deal with after bringing her home.

The most important thing is her school affairs.

After thinking it over, I decided to go to the hospital and discuss it with my dad.

After dinner, I called my dad.

When he heard that I was going to take Mitsuki to see Uncle Takamiya, he was silent for a while.

But he didn't refuse. After telling me the address, he reminded me to be careful and hung up the phone.

His voice sounded extremely tired.

Maybe I didn’t sleep much the whole night last night.

"Are you ready?"

I looked at Miyue, who was already dressed and standing at the entrance, and nodded.

The child's white beret wrapped around her head, and her soft black long hair draped over her shoulders. Her clothes were not very elegant, but they showed the vitality of a primary school student. The sadness on her face yesterday had completely disappeared. I don't know if it was a smile from the heart or a fake one, but the whole person looked much brighter.

This guy is really a little beauty.

If she continues like this, she will probably be no worse than Yukinoshita when she grows up.

Of course, it’s okay if they look similar, but their personalities must not be like that icy, sharp-tongued woman.

"Let's go."

I held Mitsuki's hand and took her to the train to the hospital.

The place where Uncle Takamiya was hospitalized was not very far from his home. With the help of the tram, the two of us quickly arrived at the hospital entrance.

Seeing Mitsuki suddenly becoming hesitant, I held her hand tightly.

Feeling the sudden increase in strength in her hands, Mitsuki looked up at Hachiman.

"Let's go and see your father."

Miyue's expression gradually calmed down, but the trembling in her hands told me that her heart was far from as calm as she appeared to be.

Instead of taking the crowded elevator, Miyuki and I slowly walked up the stairs on the side.

After arriving at the inpatient department, the flow of people was no longer as large as that in the outpatient department.

After a little searching, I found the conspicuous single room among a row of wards.

At the door of the ward, a haggard middle-aged man was pacing back and forth.

That's dad.

"Dad."

In order not to disturb other patients, I hurried forward with Miyue and greeted my father in a relatively low voice.

Hikigaya Yunzo was still thinking about what to do next when he was suddenly interrupted by his son.

He saw Mitsuki beside Hachiman and narrowed his eyes.

"Mr. Takamiya was out of danger this morning and is still in a coma."

After hearing what my dad said, I looked at Miyue and found that she looked normal.

Seeing that the little girl showed no intention of retreating even so, Hikigaya Yunzo opened the door.

I held Mitsuki's hand tightly, which had been shaking since she entered the hospital, and walked into the ward.

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