Chapter 213: As You Like (1/2)

The matter about Daiki left both Amane and Mahiru a little depressed when Chitose served their food, and she quizzed once she saw their faces.

“Eh, what’s with you two? Had an argument?’

“You think we will?”

“Normally speaking, there’ll be quarrels even in love…but I can’t deny what you said since you two are willing to listen to each other. It’s amazing.”

Chitose sounded dumbfounded and yet impressed as she praised them, but Amane did not think it was anything weird.

Mahiru was usually gentle, magnanimous, and hardly got angry, only doing so for others. Even if it was the case, hardly anything would rile her, given her personality.

If he really argued with Mahiru, the fault would usually be on him, who angered her, and even then, it would become a discussion over where the problem was, why she was angry, and how they should resolve this.

Amane had never gotten to this point with her, and if he did, he would apologize profusely.

Thus, they hardly argued.

It was the same for Mahiru, who seemed numb to the concept of arguing as her caramel colored eyes blinked away. It resonated with Amane’s thoughts, and the latter chuckled.

She never was furious at Amane.

She lashed out once at him when he was down on himself, but she was critical of him, rather than furious, and only did so for his sake.

“I say, we aren’t arguing. We’re just frustrated by something. Don’t know what to do.”

“Oh, it’s good that you aren’t arguing. Your parents aren’t coming, Amane?”

Amane froze the moment he heard the word parents; Chitose closed in on him, not noticing his gestures.

It seemed she had completely forgotten about Daiki, and he was relieved.

“Well, Mahirun said that your mom will really get along with me, so I’m curious. Just want to say hello to your mom.”

“More than get along, I guess. You two are so similar that Mahiru will be the victim of your antics.”

They loved cute things, were aggressive with their skinship, and really loved Mahiru. These were the three similarities they had, and it was likely they would dote on Mahiru so much, she would become their plaything.

It seemed Mahiru easily imagined that sight, for her lips twitched, and Amane pretended not to notice.