My youth romance is always confusing

Early the next morning, the doorbell rang urgently.

'Ding dong, ding dong.'

If you add a few knocks on the door, it would be a perfect scene from a horror movie.

Because our parents left home too early, there are only three of us children left at home.

Well...I'm still a child.

"I'm coming."

"Why are you so slow?"

"No, it's Hiratsuka-sensei you came too early."

When I opened the door, what came into view was a pretty face with a little makeup on.

Although it is a holiday, women will still choose to wear makeup when going out, and even the violent female teacher Hiratsuka-sensei is no exception.

Is this some kind of curse written into our genes?

So it seems that I am lucky in a sense because I don't have a curse?

Mr. Hiratsuka was wearing a smart women's suit and looked mature and steady.

Fortunately, she was not wearing that white coat, otherwise people would think something happened in my family.

"Your parents go to work very early."

"Well, they are too busy, otherwise they wouldn't ask you to help."

After letting Mr. Hiratsuka take a short rest in the living room, I turned around and called out Komachi, who was still lingering in the room.

"Brother?"

"Hiratsuka-sensei is coming, stay hidden when you leave later."

"..."

Komachi's gaze suddenly became subtle.

That look was like he was looking at the tomatoes I threw away in the trash can last night.

Wait, I am much more powerful than the tomato. After all, I can throw it in and it will just surrender.

"Ha... bro, how can you sneak away at this time? I'll go say hello to Hiratsuka-sensei first."

Komachi is indeed a social expert. She was able to rise to the challenge even when faced with an adult woman who is more than a generation older than her.

You are really worthy of being my sister.

"Mizuki, Hiratsuka-sensei is here."

"Oh."

Unlike Komachi, Mitsuki has been with Hiratsuka-sensei for a while, and it seems that the two of them get along pretty well.

At least there was no trouble at school.

If nothing unexpected happens, these three days will probably be the last time Mitsuki and Hiratsuka-sensei meet.

Miyue tiptoed to change her clothes and shoes, and walked out the door with a calm face.

What? It turns out that I’m the only one in the family who has trouble communicating with others.

"Teacher Hiratsuka, my brother has received so much care from you. If it weren't for you, he would have had a very miserable time in school."

"Ha, he is a troublesome guy, but he is lucky to have a sister like you."

As soon as I went out, the voices of Hiratsuka-sensei and Komachi came into my ears.

Shizuka Hiratsuka sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, like a middle-aged person, chatting with Komachi.

What is this, a relative conversation?

I seemed to see the scene when I was a child, when my mother visited relatives at their homes during the holidays and sat down to chat with them.

By the way, since Komachi and I have grown up in recent years, we visit relatives less often.

"You guy, if I had a sister as worry-free as yours, I would be able to have an easier time at school."

As soon as I walked out the door, I was scolded by Mr. Hiratsuka.

This woman, don't you think this is still a school?

"Thank you very much, teacher."

There was no other way, I had to ask her to help look after Xiao Meiyue, I had to bear with this.

The hour hand of the clock hanging on the wall has passed the eighth and is slowly moving towards the ninth.

"Komachi, it's time."

"Oh, then goodbye Mr. Hiratsuka. My brother and I are going to the cram school first."

Komachi's cram school is located farther away than where I go, so I have to leave early.

"Teacher, I'll leave the family to you."

"Go away, the house will be more peaceful without you."

"No, teacher, this is my home."

This woman really doesn't consider herself an outsider.

He glanced at Xiao Meiyue next to him.

The little guy has taken out his books and started studying.

Well, I guess I’m preparing for school life after the start of the semester.

After all, people who study well can always integrate into the environment more easily than those who study poorly.

Grades are like a talisman, and the teacher's help and care are the guardian spirit attracted by this talisman.

Uh...if that's the case, then Hiratsuka-sensei is also some kind of guardian spirit.

I think she doesn't seem to care much about those people in the transfer department. Could it be that she treats me differently just because of my good grades?

That’s awesome, myself.

But forget about stuffing me into the Service Club. I feel like I can be a guardian spirit, too, just an earthbound spirit in the Service Club (laughs).

"Clang."

As the gate closed, I pushed my bike out of the yard.

The advantage of a single-family house is that some things can be stored within the surrounding walls.

For example, if Yuigahama, who lives in an apartment, wants to take her bicycle home, she can only store it in the apartment's parking lot.

Of course, this guy definitely can't ride a bike by himself.

"Brother, go!"

"You little brat."

I didn't know when Komachi got on the back seat of the bicycle before me.

Come to think of it, before Mitsuki came, Komachi seemed to often go to school with me like this.

But now the back seat of "Hikiko No. 1" has been occupied by a little guy.

"It's been a long time since I've felt this way."

The breeze blew past my ears, and the pedals under my feet made a squeaking sound along with the chain.

The heavy weight behind you makes you realize clearly that the person sitting in the back seat is different.

Of course, I must never tell this to Komachi.

Otherwise, I would be beaten to low health by the three consecutive hits from "Bad Brother".

A small arm quietly wrapped around the waist, like a branch of a green vine, binding it tightly.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"Ride slower."

"Oh, but there are a lot of police on the streets during the summer vacation."

As he spoke, the arm around his waist seemed to tighten.

"More police officers means more people. It's safer if you ride slower."

"Oh."

Hearing this, my feet as I stepped on the pedals felt like they were filled with lead and immediately slowed down a bit.

There's no way, my sister's instructions are so magical.

I turned the car and went into the alley.

Although you slow down, you can't be discovered by the police, so it's better to take deserted roads.

But Chiba is a big city after all, especially in the urban area.

Even if you take a small path you will still meet a lot of people.

Just like it is now.

Suddenly, a few pedestrians appeared in front of the alley. I tried hard to control the swaying front of the car and weaved through the crowd.

I struggled to move forward as if I was playing Snake, twisting myself into a ball.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

"Dude, stop the car."

"what?"

Komachi didn't seem to want to give me time to think. She jumped lightly and jumped directly from the back seat.

"Hey, it's dangerous!"

Fortunately, the car was not going very fast and Komachi landed very smoothly.

After hearing what I said, instead of admitting her mistake, Komachi started to criticize me.

"Huh? You know it's dangerous to ride a bike like this, why are you still riding like this? I won't take the car, I'll just walk there."

"Ah? But time..."

"Safety is more important than time, brother, just walk with me for a while."

Komachi, who was angry just now, suddenly jumped over and gently took my arm. The delicate touch made me a little dazed for a moment.

She closed one eye like an elf and said teasingly.

"It's nice to have some brother-sister time once in a while."

"..."

Komachi, the cutest person in the world!