My youth romance is always confusing

"Stop it."

I slapped away Mitsuki's hand that was touching my face.

Just now, I told her what happened to me, and who would have thought that after listening to her, she would come straight over and touch my face.

"Are you the one who snaps twice when buying a watermelon?"

"Eh? No way? This is a supernatural event, of course I have to take a closer look."

After being sent away, Mitsuki ran back to the sofa and squatted there complaining.

Then she looked at Komachi, who was also sitting on the sofa, and the look in her eyes spoke for itself.

"Ms. Komachi, you already knew that."

"Ah ha ha..."

Komachi was a little embarrassed when her secret was discovered. She was originally just a spectator, but now she has become one of the 'criminals'.

"Wasn't it that you were in school at that time, Mitsuki? I didn't specifically ask you to come back."

Komachi hurriedly explained the reason, hoping to preserve her sister's image.

Miyue didn't know whether to accept this explanation or not, but she didn't pursue it any further.

After all, there are more interesting things ahead.

"Hey, Hachiman, if you are a sophomore now, I remember it was the year I came here."

Compared to Komachi, the current Hachiman is obviously more interesting.

Although this is the case in terms of time, I have never seen this child before.

"Maybe, but I haven't actually seen you there yet."

"what?"

Miyue showed an extremely disappointed expression, and even her eyelids drooped a little.

But she quickly cheered up.

"Isn't that strange? Even though you will be back to normal after a month, it's impossible that the people around you don't remember it. Haven't you had any trouble in all these years?"

Although Hachiman told her that things would return to normal after a month, Mitsuki still accurately found the unreasonable parts.

Actually, I also had doubts about this matter, but later my father explained it again separately.

"Actually, it seems that when this phenomenon is resolved, the memories of the people around you will gradually disappear. Of course, it also depends on the times. In modern times, I am the only one in our family who has experienced this symptom. I guess the memories before that are just legends."

"So you can do whatever you want to others now? Ouch!"

As soon as Miyue finished speaking, I stabbed her with a knife.

"How is that possible? If what I did affects others, it will automatically return to my future self. And the expression you had just now showed the potential for committing a crime."

A child needs a lesson, even if she is older than me.

Mitsuki's eyes turned, slowly understanding the meaning of Hachiman's words.

"So, if I do something to you now, it will automatically become something I do to you in the future in my memory?"

"That's about right, but some of the less profound memories will probably be directly faded away."

So from the beginning I tried to have as little contact with other people as possible. You never know what kind of thing might leave a deep impression on others, and then I would have to defend myself in the future.

"Oh, I see. Come over here then."

Mitsuki looked at Hachiman sitting a little far away from her in a chair and felt a little distressed.

I walked over stupidly without guessing what she would do next.

"Hmm? What's up—Ugh!"

I had just walked over and hadn't even finished my words when I was hit hard in the abdomen.

"Soaring God of Destruction——Meteorite Killer!!!"

A powerful straight punch hit me in the stomach.

Holding my stomach, I looked at the culprit in front of me. She was still smiling and showing off.

"Look, if I punch you now, you won't remember it in a month, and then in my memory it will become that I punched my brother, and he won't know about it in the future. Isn't this a perfect cycle of 'I punched you, but you didn't know'? This is truly a perfect crime!"

Miyue was gesticulating while speaking, looking extremely arrogant.

Seeing her like this, I gritted my teeth.

Damn you kid!

So I reached out my hand to her tender cheek and pulled it out hard!

"It hurts, it hurts, Komachi-san, please save me."

"I don't care, you did it yourself anyway."

Komachi chose to continue watching the show from the side without any loyalty.

"Little brat, weren't you very arrogant just now? Uh-huh!"

With a little force, her cheek slipped away from my fingers and bounced back on its own.

After escaping from the clutches of the great devil Hachiman, Mitsuki ran happily behind Komachi, leaving only her head sticking out to look at Hachiman.

"According to age, you are the little brat now, brother."

"what?!"

This guy actually dares to provoke?

I unconsciously made a very ferocious sound, just like when I first greeted Yukinoshita.

However, it seems that the kid does not have Yukinoshita's resistance field. At this moment, he can only succumb to the fear of his brother that seems to be rooted in his DNA and continue to hide his head behind Komachi.

Humph, this guy only looks like Yukinoshita on the outside, but inside he is a complete bully who only cares about the weak and fears the strong. Who does he look like?

I rubbed my stomach and now I feel better. This feeling of being hit and feeling very painful but actually feeling relieved very quickly always gives me a sense of déjà vu.

"You're really strong, and what was that you just shouted? It's so confusing, it looks like the name of a move from some third-rate novel."

At this time, Komachi, who was watching the show, spoke.

"Well, brother, actually, when Mitsuki was preparing for the high school entrance exam, Hiratsuka-sensei came to tutor her."

"what?"

I turned to look at Mitsuki, and she nodded.

"Tutoring? Tutoring what? Tutoring boxing? I don't see you are very good at other things, but you are very good at this violent boxing."

But now I know where that sense of déjà vu came from. It turns out we have the same master.

Mitsuki stuck out her tongue behind Komachi.

Forget it. It’s a waste of time to worry about her. I’ll just leave it to my future self.

"We'll celebrate little Yunai's birthday at our house the day after tomorrow. Don't forget it then."

After packing up casually, I planned to leave. After all, I had spent the whole morning with Miyue.

"Eh? Are you leaving, bro? It's almost time for lunch, why don't you finish your meal before leaving?"

Seeing Hachiman preparing to leave, Komachi still wanted to have another meal with her brother.

"No, actually I had an appointment this morning, but I stood her up because of this matter. Now I have to go to the appointment."

I remembered that I had agreed with Zaimokuza yesterday to train with him, but I didn't expect to cancel it on the first day. I felt a little embarrassed. I made an appointment with him to have dinner outside and help him think about the manuscript as compensation.

When I got to the door, I remembered that I had something else to say.

"Oh, by the way, if you are free in a few days, how about we go out together? I have already decided on a few people."

"Eh? Going out to play? Okay, okay, Komachi hasn't had a good time since graduation."

The person who was most happy to hear the news was Komachi. After all, she had just graduated not long ago and would be thrown into an endless work hell again. She had to have some fun during this time.

"Where to go?"

The person who appeared behind Komachi was Mitsuki, who had just been hiding from Hachiman. She came over immediately when she heard that they were going out to play.

"Maybe to the beach."

My tentative plan is to go to the beach. The place is big enough and suits the season, so it's perfect.

Komachi and Mitsuki looked at each other and high-fived.

"The sea, eh? When we talk about summer, it should be the sea."

Ignoring my two excited sisters, I said goodbye and drove to the restaurant where we had an appointment.

Is this an illusion? Why do I feel so busy recently?

Come to think of it, I didn’t seem to see Ebina at the comic convention just now. Could it be because he had to accompany Miura?

At the same time at the Miura family.

"As long as...as long as we can get to that place..."

Ebina forced herself to bring her underwear in front of her, but no matter what she did she couldn't do it.

Because now she was completely sealed by the quilt.

"Wow, today's comic convention..."

Miura looked at his best friend like this, held his head and sighed.

"You stayed up late last night, so you're so sleepy now."

"Yumiko~Why didn't you call me!"

Even though Ebina was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping, he still had the energy to shout out.

But Miura didn't buy it at all, "Ah? I called you several times, but you were like a dead pig and couldn't respond at all."

No matter how much we called him, he couldn't be woken up.

Ebina could only accept this reality.

"I was really looking forward to it. I don't have time to go normally. I finally have time during the holiday, but I got up late."

Someone lying on the bed began to feel sorry for himself.

"Alas, I can only look at some returned pictures to see if there is anything good."

As a well-known fan in the circle, she has many friends, and even if she doesn’t go, she can still see the photos taken on the scene.

Although she is a BL fan, her friends include all kinds of people, so when browsing the pictures they posted on their Moments, Ebina also looked at all kinds of types.

The white fingertips slid quickly on the phone, and one picture after another flashed quickly in Ebina's eyes.

"Ah, it seems like there's nothing interesting here. Eh? What is this?"

The finger that was sliding just now stopped, and on the screen was the cosplay picture of Mitsuki and Hachiman surrounded by people.

The Sobu High School uniform and familiar people brought back memories of her high school days.

"That's great."

Only Ebina could hear her mumbling.

"What did you say?"

Miura, who was standing next to him, didn't pay much attention to Ebina, so he didn't hear it clearly.

"Nothing, Yumiko. By the way, do you have a Sobu High School uniform at home? I want to wear it."

"Huh? What's wrong with you? Stop going crazy and go to sleep."

Amid the noise, Miura pushed Ebina back into the quilt.

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