265 Can I Have Big Brother’s Phone Number? (1/2)

”It’s nothing… it’s none of your business.” Hiroshi Fuuma turned his head; it was obvious he was unwilling to answer Seiji's question.

‘None of my business? You think I have a lot of free time to care about your business?’

Seiji frowned slightly. It would have been normal to just thank Seiji for having saved him, but his instant change of attitude made Seiji rather displeased.

”It’s not that I want to care about your business, it’s that with your current condition, anyone would be worried about you,” he said in a calm voice. ”I just risked my life to save you, and seeing how you’re currently doing, if I let you leave just like this, I think that you’ll have another accident, which would waste my efforts.”

Hiroshi remained silent.

”If you don’t want to tell me why you’re like this, then I’m too lazy to ask. But I’m obligated to at least take you home so that you can at least survive to make it there.”

Hiroshi lifted his head and glared at Seiji, his eyes rife with displeasure and rejection.

Seiji ignored him and looked back at Mika and Kaede. ”I can’t help but worry about this guy, so I’m going to take him home; you guys go on home without me.”

”Seigo…” Mika stared at Seiji for a while before turning to Hiroshi and glaring at him.

”...Be careful on your way,” Kaede cautioned.

”You guys as well,” Seiji said.

After he watched the double pigtailed girl and blonde beauty fade into the distance, Seiji turned back to Hiroshi, who remained obstinately silent.

”Where do you live, Fuuma-san?” Seiji asked.

”It's none of your business,” Hiroshi replied with a cold expression.

”Do you think I really enjoy taking care of a boy who seems like he probably had too much fun out playing? I already said that I simply don’t want my effort to go to waste,” Seiji said, his face impassive. ”I’m only going to mind your business this one time. After I take you home, it won’t have anything to do with me if you want to die or whatever.”

Hiroshi didn’t respond to this.

”If you don’t want to talk, then walk. I don’t have that much free time. If you keep dragging your heels, I’m going to want to beat someone up.” Seiji clenched his fists and popped his knuckles.

Hiroshi finally rose to his feet and began walking. Seiji walked beside him to make sure that he didn't fall.

Neither of them spoke a single word as they walked.

Seiji thought that there might be something of a mystical nature involved and secretly cast [Astral Vision] to inspect Hiroshi for a while, but he didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. Seiji didn’t know if this was because his [Astral Vision] level was still rather low.

After a while, they reached the residential area.

As they walked up a steep street, Hiroshi’s footsteps slowed; he was evidently having a hard time.

Even after they made it past the hill, Hiroshi’s footsteps still retained the same slow pace, and he kept hanging his head low. He seemed just like a zombie.

Seiji was getting impatient with this slow pace. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a cute girl’s voice.

”Big Brother!”

He reflexively looked in the direction of the voice and saw a beautiful little girl dressed in a school uniform standing on the street.

This girl had a head of short, curly sky-blue hair. Her eyes were light red, and the brows above them were shaped like a gentle hill. Her face was creamy white and sweet, and she was bursting with liveliness. She seemed just like the epitome of a beautiful young girl.

Her appearance greatly resembled Hiroshi Fuuma’s, and she was currently looking straight at him. She was apparently the one who had just called out ”Big Brother.”

”Brother… what’s the matter?” The blue-haired little girl walked over and noticed how strange Hiroshi appeared.

Hiroshi didn’t react.

”Fuuma-san, is this your younger sister?” Seiji asked. ”She’s calling for you.”

Hiroshi still didn’t react.

”Brother!!” the girl shouted at him in a much louder voice.

Hiroshi finally reacted this time: his body swayed and he began falling forward.

Seiji managed to catch him in time.

”Brother!?” The little girl was astonished to see this.

Seiji checked Hiroshi’s condition.

‘As expected, he fainted again.’ Seiji could only inwardly sigh.

”Brother…” the little girl murmured.

”He’s fainted,” Seiji told the little girl. ”He’s probably overly fatigued.”

”Overly fatigued?”