My youth romance is always confusing

After arranging Miyue's accommodation for the night, I put all her things in the guest room, and then threw the pillowcases, quilt covers and other things that needed to be washed into the washing machine to wash them. I guess after they are dried tomorrow, Miyue will be able to move in.

Today, she has no choice but to live with Komachi.

Speaking of which, when my mom and dad bought this house, they were still debating whether to buy it just because of the extra room. After all, one more room means more money.

It’s just that the decision that seemed nonsensical back then is now reaping its benefits.

After all, if there is no guest room, then only one of me or Miyue will have to live in the study.

That would be too embarrassing.

While I was cleaning up, there was a little follower following me the whole time.

"Mizuki... go to the guest room and organize the things you brought."

I had no choice but to assign her some tasks.

Sure enough, after I gave the order, Mitsuki's mental state was completely different from before.

In an instant, she turned back into the capable Mitsuki that I knew.

She returned to the room in her slippers and began to pack the things she had brought.

Otherwise, these sensitive children should think more from their perspective. Blindly showing goodwill like Mom Komachi did may sometimes backfire.

However, this method of keeping Miyue busy to adapt to the new life will not always be effective. After a few days, when she has free time, she still needs to find her place in this family so that she can live more comfortably.

But according to her personality...

Headache.

While I was daydreaming, it was time for dinner in our house.

"Oh, I think I forgot to buy some groceries...why don't we go out and eat?"

Lingzi rummaged through the refrigerator and pretended that there was not enough food in it.

However, this scene seems awkward no matter how you look at it.

You two have been at home for so long, how could you forget to buy groceries? Besides, mom, you took a day off today, right? How could you forget to buy groceries?

It must be intentional.

I glanced back at Mitsuki's face, and sure enough, the child was panicking again.

So I walked to the refrigerator without leaving a trace and spoke to my mother in a voice that only the two of us could hear.

"Sometimes, being too deliberate is not a good thing."

Hearing this, Lingzi looked at Hachiman in surprise.

She was becoming more and more confused about her son.

However, she still understood the logic behind what Hachiman said. She did so before only because she did not understand Mitsuki's character. Now that Hachiman reminded her, she knew what she did was inappropriate.

"Ah~ Don't bother, just eat at home. Besides, Komachi and I have to go to school tomorrow, right?"

I pretended to be nonchalant and rejected my mother's suggestion.

Komachi on the side also agreed belatedly.

"Oh....Oh! Speaking of which, Komachi has a test in class tomorrow, so she can't stay up late tonight."

Komachi turned her back to Mitsuki and winked at the two.

"Well...it looks like there's nothing we can do about it."

When Lingzi saw her two children doing this, she quickly took back the opportunity and retracted her previous proposal.

But she had indeed been thinking about taking the children out to eat, so there was really no food left in the refrigerator.

Lingzi opened the refrigerator door and searched carefully again.

“It seems there are only tomatoes.”

"Then let's go out to eat."

Hachiman changed his mind instantly.

"So fast! Bro changes so fast!"

Komachi is still upset about the fact that Hachiman doesn't like tomatoes.

After all, she is the one who has been in charge of Hachiman's diet in recent years. Hachiman's picky eating is like saying that Komachi's cooking skills are totally inadequate.

Therefore, if there is any chance to take advantage of someone's misfortune, Komachi will never let it go.

So Komachi also moved closer to the refrigerator and broadcast to the family in the most exaggerated voice.

"Hey~ Don't we have carrots and eggs? Just cook them with tomatoes. Ah, tomatoes should be the main ingredient."

The look in my eyes as I stared at Komachi suddenly became sharp.

What does this guy want to do?

Komachi responded to Hachiman's sharp gaze without hesitation.

——Hmph, just give up. I have my mom’s help today.

Faced with the combined efforts of mother and daughter, I was defeated.

Damn, how did these two people collude with each other?

I sat on the sofa in the living room, a little dejected.

Although she didn't know what happened, Miyue's sensitive nerves told her that the scene just now was not directed at her to intimidate her.

Seeing Hachiman's current state, she found it somewhat amusing.

The guy who always acted mature and reliable in her home actually had this side of him here.

Unconsciously, she seemed to have a better understanding of him and this family.

Although Hachiman had been protesting the mother and daughter's rough behavior in the living room by keeping silent, the tomato soup boiling in the pot had already shown that his protest was ineffective.

Although Hikigaya Yunzo has also taken a leave today, he is still busy with hospital matters and will not be back tonight, so don't worry about him.

Ah, you really deserve to be the second-to-last person in the family.

During dinner, everyone sat at the table happily enjoying their dinner.

It's said that they are having a great time, but there are only two people like that. Hachiman can only put on a sour face facing the stewed tomatoes in front of him. Don't think that he will change his mind.

The rest of Mitsuki was just pretending. After all, people cooked for you with good intentions, so how could you bring the sadness at home to the dinner table? Even if you wanted to be worried, you could wait until late at night when everyone was asleep, and then lie on your bed facing the wall and pour out your feelings to her.

As for now, only happiness exists here, and the rest of the emotions are completely unnecessary.

But...when Mitsuki swallowed the first bite of tomato, she knew she had miscalculated.

She had never realized so clearly how much she hated tomatoes.

Don't think too much about it. Before this, tomatoes were just other vegetables in the market to Mitsuki.

Tomatoes never appear in her recipes.

So she naturally thought that the tomatoes and the like were just Hachiman exaggerating and overreacting.

It's just a vegetable, is it necessary to resist so much?

However, the touch and taste in her mouth told her that she was too naive.

The sticky texture and the slightly sour taste assaulted her mouth all the time.

If she were the only one at the table, she would definitely spit it all out of her mouth without any scruples.

But now, not only can she not spit it out, but she has to act as if it is very delicious and very appetizing.

Because it's polite.

My aunt and sister cook for me, how can I act like the food is not to my liking or not tasty?

That would be very ignorant and my father wouldn't be happy.

So Miyue suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and chewed the tomato in her mouth and swallowed it while smiling.

"You are so awesome."

I sincerely admire those who can eat tomatoes as if nothing is wrong.

For example, Mom and Komachi.

Maybe the 'tomato-eating' gene was passed on to me when I gave birth to Komachi. Anyway, I don't have that gene at all.

But seeing that even the little kids are like this, I can’t lose to Mitsuki.

I forked up a piece of tomato, imagined the most disgusting things, and swallowed it as if I was going to defeat them.

Under the snow! Under the snow!

You are like a tomato, melt in my stomach acid, so that I don’t have to see your sour face when I go to school tomorrow.

Ha ha.

After eating several pieces of tomatoes in a row in an attempt to achieve a mental victory, I felt that Yukinoshita wasn't that hateful after all.

After all, she is a woman who can make me eat tomatoes in a certain sense, which even Komachi and my mother can't do.

Against the backdrop of Hachiman, Mitsuki's quiet and smiling look as she enjoyed the tomatoes presented a different picture to the mother and daughter.

'This child seems to like eating tomatoes very much.'

"Yes, yes. In the future, we can give this child a diet that is more in this direction."

Komachi and Lingzi communicated silently with their eyes, not knowing that their conclusions were already far from the facts.

After dinner, everyone did their own thing.

Out of concern for Mitsuki, Komachi and Lingzi did not come up to ask her any questions, but just let Mitsuki wander around the house doing nothing.

"Speaking of which....tomorrow we should go to school or work."

I thought about the situation of no one being at home tomorrow.

Wouldn't that mean Miyue would be left alone at home?

She is just a fourth grade girl?

No, no, safety is not guaranteed.

But there was no way to find a place where she could stay completely safe in a short period of time.

This is troublesome.

I found my mother and told her about this, but she also looked serious and had no solution.

"otherwise..."

I thought of a certain schoolteacher in a white coat.

"Let Mitsuki go to school with me, and let the teacher look after her. That shouldn't be a big problem."

"Follow you to school?"

Lingzi seemed not to recognize the child in front of her.

"Are you sure?"

Although she didn't know how he had the ability to convince the teacher, she knew Hachiman's character. He would not say anything if he was not sure he could accomplish it.

Faced with my mother's questioning, I scratched my head.

"Let me call and ask."

I walked out of the room and called Hiratsuka-sensei.

Soon, the call was connected.

"Oh, it's Hikigaya. Have you finished your business?"

As expected of Mr. Hiratsuka, he gets straight to the point right from the start.

I grinned.

"Well... it's done, but not completely."

"Don't play dumb with me, kid. Tell me what happened?"

"Well, actually, to finish this, I still need your help."

"Help? Well, tell me about it."

"Actually, I just want you to help take care of a child."

"W…what? With a child?"

For some reason, Mr. Hiratsuka on the other end of the phone suddenly became excited and his voice became unusually loud, so I had to temporarily hold the phone further away from my ear.

"Ah, it's not what you think, teacher. It's just that... a relative's child needs you to take care of him for a few days."

I didn't know how to introduce Miyue, so I just said she was a relative's child.

After hearing this, Hiratsuka Shizuka calmed down.

"What? You should have said no earlier. Okay, I agree."

"I just need you to teach me for a while, it's really... Eh? Teacher, do you agree?"

Before I could react, Hiratsuka-sensei agreed.

Her hearty voice came through the microphone again.

"Ah, I agree. You can't have any bad intentions anyway, right?"

"Haha, how dare I? Thank you so much for your help, teacher."

Mr. Hiratsuka, you really helped my family solve a big problem.

Hiratsuka Shizuka on the other end of the phone changed her posture and continued talking to Hachiman.

"But correspondingly, you have to promise me to take good care of the matters in the Service Department."

"Ah? The Service Department?"

"You guys have accepted a commission from Yeshan these two days, right? You didn't go to school today, and Yukinoshita Yuigahama and the others haven't dealt with it yet. Anyway, after you return to school, you have to solve this matter for me."

What? That thing hasn't been completed yet? These two are so slow.

"I see. Good night then."

Then I hung up the phone.

After arranging Miyue's affairs, I told my mother about it and obtained her consent.

As for Mitsuki, it was already late and she had gone into Komachi's room, so I didn't bother her anymore.

Just now, was there any strange noise when she was using the toilet?

Forget it.

I went back to my room and packed up the things I would need for school tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Mitsuki was lying on Komachi's bed, holding her stomach after vomiting.

Komachi went to bed early today because she had an exam tomorrow. Now the room was dark and Mitsuki was the only one still awake.

It wasn't that she wasn't sleepy, but after vomiting out all the tomatoes in her stomach, she was really hungry. She was so hungry that she felt uncomfortable and couldn't sleep at all.

After struggling with her thoughts for nearly half an hour, she decided to go to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat.

In order not to disturb Komachi's rest, she tiptoed to open the door and went to the living room.

Sure enough, the living room is now dark, maybe everyone is asleep.

Miyue groped her way towards the refrigerator in her memory.

——I remember... it's this side.

But before I got close to the refrigerator, I heard a sneaky sound nearby.

There couldn't be a mouse!

She was so scared that she wanted to go back to the house immediately.

But when I took a closer look in the moonlight, I saw that the person making strange noises near the refrigerator was none other than Hachiman.

Hachiman was also rummaging through the boxes, looking for bread for breakfast at home.

The main reason was that the tomatoes from dinner were really hard to swallow. Even though he managed to eat a few bites out of hatred for Yukinoshita, he was still so hungry that he couldn't sleep while lying in bed.

"That doesn't make sense... where did you put it?"

I was rummaging for bread on the ground when I suddenly heard the sound of footsteps.

When I looked up, I saw a girl who looked like an elementary school student standing in front of me.

"Mizuki?"

I called out her name.

Mitsuki was a little at a loss, like a thief who was caught stealing.

But in reality, it should be Hachiman who was caught in the act.

She wanted to say something else, but the sudden growling sound of her stomach completely betrayed her.

Miyue's face turned red instantly. In the moonlight, she looked like a ripe peach, very beautiful.

"Mizuki...are you hungry?"

Even if I was stupid, after hearing the voice I knew why Mitsuki came out.

But that’s not right. She was clearly enjoying her meal just now. How could she be hungry?

"But when you were having dinner..."

I didn't say anything else because I saw Mitsuki lowered her pretty face and hid her whole body in the shadow where the moonlight could not reach.

After a long time, the mosquito-like sound finally rang out.

"Actually...I don't like tomatoes either."

It turned out to be the case.

Without any doubt, I believed it.

Because I know that there is no reason in this world to hate tomatoes.

"You should have said so earlier. Come on, take this bread."

I thrust the last piece of bread I had just scraped out of the box into her hands.

Although Miyue didn't want to accept it, her physical discomfort forced her to accept it.

"Hurry up and finish eating, go to bed early, we have things to do tomorrow."

Hachiman clapped his hands and stood up from the ground.

Miyue just held the piece of bread stupidly and stood there laughing.

This was the first time a happy smile appeared on her face since she heard that her father was seriously ill.

In this watery night.

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