Chapter 171: The Delivered Letter (1/2)

After buying cakes for Chitose and Mahiru, Amane returned to his apartment, and found that thing inside the letterbox at the entrance of the apartments.

An anonymous letter was mixed amidst the usual adverts.

“To Amane Fujimiya” so the fine handwriting on the letter. Amane had no idea who delivered it, casually flipped it, and doubted his eyes.

The sender’s name was on the back.

Asahi Shiina.

…Mahiru’s dad, huh?

Amane knew that Mahiru’s mother was named Sayo, and not the name listed on the letter.

Also, that man was probably the only one who knew of Amane.

He probably witnessed Mahiru welcoming him back then, and a simple investigation would show how intimate Amane and Mahiru.

However, Amane did not understand why the man purposely delivered a letter to him. It was one thing to deliver to his own daughter, and he did not think it was necessary to deliver it to his daughter’s boyfriend.

Mahiru said that her father was callous towards her, but if that was the case, he would not have dropped by to observe.

Amane could not understand the father’s intentions at all.

Caught in a dilemma, Amane decided to return home and open the letter once Chitose left, so he slipped it into his bag.

“You seem amiss after returning home. Did something happened.”

Chitose returned home after grumbling and finishing about 70% of her assignments, so Mahiru leaned over to look at Amane.

Amane intended to open the letter once Mahiru went home, but it appeared the latter noticed that he had been hiding something from her.

However, it would be more appropriate to say that Amane did not know what was written on it, rather than outright trying to hide from her. He felt it was  best if Mahiru would not realize so easily, but since she was suspicious, perhaps it would be more appropriate if he never hid this matter to begin with.

“Ah, erm, well.”

“Hm…ah, it is not that I have to know, if you do not wish to inform me.”

Mahiru clearly respected Amane’s opinion, and Amane put his feet on the floor, looking at her.

“Not that I don’t want to tell you…but you may not want to listen.”

“What I do not want to…ah, is that so?”

She probably noticed it involved her parents, and showed a faint, wry smile.

“Is that man still nearby?”

“Not at all…I received a letter.”

“A letter? From who?”

“…The name’s Asahi Shiina.”

“That is my father.”