My youth romance is always confusing

Hachiman returned home with Mitsuki, carrying a bag full of snacks.

After opening the door, Mitsuki behind Hachiman looked inside and was relieved to find that the aunt from yesterday was not there.

"Ah! Bro, Mitsuki, you guys are back!"

Hearing some noise at the entrance, Komachi rushed out in her slippers.

I put away the key to the door and threw the bag of snacks in my hand to her.

"Come on, catch it."

"oh oh!"

For some reason, the bag wasn't that heavy, but when Komachi took it, it made an unusually exaggerated sound.

"Hooho~"

Like a cat that caught a fish, Komachi returned to the living room contentedly with the snacks.

Miyue carefully noticed that there was an extra pair of slippers in her size at the entrance today.

There was none yesterday.

She held her breath, walked through the living room, and then returned to her bedroom.

From today on, she won't have to share a room with Komachi anymore.

Although she was hungry last night, sleeping in the same bed with a stranger was also a reason why she couldn't fall asleep.

Miyue started to tidy up the room. The sheets and pillowcases that were hung out to dry yesterday were already dry.

Now they just have to be put where they belong.

"Yo."

Hachiman pushed open the half-open door without knocking, because he was holding the quilt, pillowcase and sheets he had just taken from the balcony in his hands and could not knock on the door.

Seeing how hard he was working, Mitsuki quickly walked over, picked up the top quilt and threw it on the bed.

“How does it feel here?”

I looked around the former guest rooms.

The room, which originally had a simple layout, was now filled with a variety of furniture and personal belongings.

The furniture and other things should have been found by Komachi, while the personal items were brought out by Mitsuki herself.

The room, which was dull before, now becomes lively after this renovation.

"Fortunately."

Mitsuki drew aside the curtains and opened the window to ventilate the room.

The lighting here is very good, with sunlight usually shining in in the afternoon. Outside the window is the side yard of my house, with some weeds growing messily on the ground. Maybe during the summer vacation, I will have to ask Hachiman to come over to weed.

"Yeah, just get used to it."

I looked around and found that there seemed to be nothing else that needed to be arranged for the time being, so I sat on the bed and helped Miyue to tidy up the sheets and quilt covers.

Things like sheets are easy to deal with, just make them a little flat.

The real trouble is the quilt cover.

This thing requires the quilt to be tucked in, and also ensures the quilt is neat.

Normally, it is difficult for Hachiman to make his own quilt cover, and Komachi doesn't come to help him, so he has to do it by himself.

Every time he finished, he found that the air conditioner in the room was not turned on, and then he was sweating all over.

Thinking back on those boring experiences, I feel a little sorry for myself.

Why wasn’t there any older brother coming to help me tidy up the sheets at that time?

No, if that's the case, I'd rather have a bigger sister.

God, please give me a gentle and virtuous older sister who can help me with housework!

Mitsuki looked at Hachiman, whose smile suddenly turned disgusting for some reason, and thought - this guy is hopeless.

"Ahem~ Come to think of it, you have to get up early tomorrow too."

After coming to my senses, I was chatting with Mitsuki while putting on the quilt.

"Rather, you have to get up early with me from now on. The schedule of high school students is very different from that of you elementary school students."

"It's not bad."

Seeing Hachiman working hard, Mitsuki put down what she was doing and came to help.

She held the two corners of the quilt with both hands to fix the quilt cover in place.

However, because she was too thin, the scene seemed a little funny.

"That's fine. By the way, don't fall behind in your studies these days. Starting tomorrow, you can go to school to study with your previous textbooks."

In that case, today has actually been wasted.

Although I have considered whether it would be better to let her have some relaxing time, I think that for Mitsuki right now, it would be best to find something for her to do so that she doesn't have to think too much.

She is a person who thinks a lot. If she is given a lot of time and space to imagine, who knows what will happen.

Besides, it's not like she won't go to school for the rest of her life. If everything goes well, she should be able to transfer to a local elementary school in Chiba after the summer vacation.

But that's Dad's business.

"Feel sorry."

Mitsuki lowered her head and bit her lip.

She knew she had caused trouble for many people.

Not to mention the distant things, just the boy in front of her has to get up half an hour earlier every day for her, and also has to take care of her at school.

Not to mention those uncles and aunts who were busy running around.

She really didn't know how to face them now.

"Sorry? What's there to be sorry about? Rather, because of you, I have to develop the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early. In a sense, I should thank you."

I shook the almost-made quilt in my hands vigorously.

The sound of cloth and cotton vibrating in the air is so pleasant.

"Okay, okay, don't think too much. I still have dinner with Komachi tonight."

The implication is, don't let Komachi worry too much.

"Ah."

I watched Mitsuki return to her normal expression and then walked out of the room.

During dinner.

Since mom is not here, the three of us kids have to prepare dinner by ourselves.

But generally speaking, we will have to solve it ourselves most of the time in the future.

But, I don’t know if Komachi was targeting me, the table was filled with tomatoes, with only a few roasted potatoes.

I looked at Komachi putting bites of tomatoes into her mouth and didn't know what to say.

"Komachi, didn't we eat all the tomatoes at home yesterday? Why are there still some?"

I picked up a piece of tomato with a fork and put it into the bowl with a lot of determination.

As for whether to eat it or not, it depends on my mood.

I glanced at Miyue out of the corner of my eye and found that although there was nothing unusual about her, she had obviously slowed down her eating speed.

So I pretended to change my own plates and moved the plates of dry-fried potatoes next to Miyue and me.

"Ah! You can't be picky about food, bro."

Seeing that Hachiman didn't eat the tomatoes honestly but was making trouble on the table, Komachi was a little angry.

"Picky? But if you only eat tomatoes, isn't that another form of picky eating in a sense?"

Well, potatoes are indeed much more delicious than tomatoes.

Otherwise, vegetable farmers who grow tomatoes should start growing potatoes instead, and the sales will definitely be a hundred times greater than before.

"Here it comes again, where do all those baseless and twisted theories come from, brother?"

Komachi also has a headache facing Hachiman who always talks nonsense.

If this goes on, let alone finding a wife, it’s hard to say whether I can even take care of myself in life.

She held her forehead with her hand.

"It's fine if you do this, but don't lead Xiao Meiyue astray. She really loves eating tomatoes."

After saying that, she placed a plate of tomatoes next to her in front of Mitsuki.

Seeing this, I looked at Mitsuki subtly.

Although the girl's expression did not change, if you looked closely, her throat seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Come on, Mitsuki-chan, eat more."

Komachi kindly placed the tomato in her hand in front of Mitsuki, and enthusiastically pushed aside the plate of potatoes that were in the way.

In an instant, Miyue looked at the potatoes going away with a look of despair in her eyes.

It's like a child whose favorite toy has been taken away.

However, she still had to respond to Komachi with a smile on her face.

"Ah."

To her, the red moon was a demon sent by the toilet to call her.

Miyue calmly held the knife and fork as she faced the tomatoes on the plate in front of her, but careful observers could see that beads of cold sweat had already appeared on her forehead.

That reminded me of the scene in physical education class, where I had to find a group with people I liked. Even though I didn't have any good friends, I still had to obey the teacher's orders with a smile on my face.

In order to stop thinking about that painful time, I decided to do something.

"I won't let you succeed!"

I took the plate full of tomatoes in front of Mitsuki.

"Hey! Bro, what are you doing?"

Looking at my sister with her fangs bared and her aggressive look, I had no intention of backing down.

"What a joke! If there's another 'tomato party' in my family, I'll be forced to eat tomatoes every day. So, before Mitsuki has settled down, I'm going to use my dirty tricks to turn her into a 'non-tomato party'."

"What a bullshit excuse that is! Return them to Mitsuki-chan!"

Komachi stretched out her claws and waved them wildly in the air.

However, due to the height issue, this poses no threat to Hachiman.

"Forget it, I can eat anything."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Miyue quickly moved the plate of potatoes that had just been moved back in front of her and started eating them happily.

Seeing Mitsuki like this, Komachi seemed to realize something, but she still said nothing. She turned her head to the side and ignored Hachiman.

Call ~

I didn't expect this could be gotten away with.

Although Komachi was a little angry, that girl's anger came and went quickly, and she would probably be fine by the evening.

I continued to pick the tomatoes on the plate with my fork, pulling out the big ones, then found a tomato that looked smaller and swallowed it.

very sour.

Sure enough, no matter big or small, they are all sour.

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