235 235 Thoughts as a parent (1/2)

”Welcome home.”

When I grabbed lunch at the midday house and then went back to the house, Nico's mother greeted me well.

For some reason, my cheeks are stubborn, perhaps because my hobby, paranoia, has been filled. I can't say it's only half evil this time, so I decided to keep a cold eye on it for now.

I'm blushing my cheeks that Shibako might have spotted me at midday, but I'm sure I'm doing something more radical in Shibako's delusion.

”Welcome home, both of you. Oh, I used the stuff in the fridge on my own, okay?”

”You don't have to worry about that, I told you to use it”

In contrast to Shibako, Shudo looked calm and peeked at his face whilst wiping his hands to see if he was washing.

”Because if there's anything missing, I'll go shopping again. Use it as you please.”

”Oh, if you two are going to stay for a few days, you have to go shopping because you don't have enough ingredients. Because it's a corner.”

”Oh, shall we go shopping later then? I have a car.”

Basically, Shibako, who likes to do the midday thing for her righteous daughter (planned), is smiling in her upper mood because she is shopping with her.

”Oh. Then Shibako go shopping with Vertebra. I'll clean up with Zhou.”

”Oh, is Shudo okay?

”I'm still staying in this house. You can still talk later. There will be things I would like to talk about with two women...”

”Wouldn't two men have something to talk about?

”Mm-hmm. I wonder. But there are a few things I want to talk to Zhou about.”

I can imagine it from my mother, but I can't really imagine what my father would tell me, so I look at Shudo's face unexpectedly, but he just smiles calmly.

I don't think he wants to hear about last night, and he won't want to hear about it personally. I am very grateful for the attitude you respect, but sometimes it is hard to read what you are thinking on the other hand.

If he swam his gaze in awkwardness at the glittering look of Shudo, Shibako was trying to pull his midday hand out quickly and just to get him out.

For your own pleasure and perhaps to prepare a place to talk.

”Shall we go early then? It's a corner, so I'd like you to share some of the best cafes around here.”

”Oh, you know, Shibako”

”Midday, let me tell you something good, shall we go out?”

”Yes, good thing...?

”Enjoy yourself after you go.”

Smiling, my spine shivered for some reason at Shikoko, who had a smiling smile that was different from Shudo's, but shortly after they stopped, the two would leave. At midday when I followed Shibako while worrying about this one, I guess it was because I cared about this one because I cared about the good things.

Shu Dou smiled bitterly at the house, quiet at once, and went back to the kitchen.

Zhou also gave me a peek in the face to try to help, and he smiled and prepared, ”Because cleaning up is an excuse,” and I was handed a glass of iced coffee with water coming out.

Roaring small at the smoothness of some prediction, Zhou honestly sits on the couch in the living room with a glass for two.

Shu Dou, sitting next to him, cheeked at the uncomfortable as he turned only a quiet and calm glance.

”... what does Dad want to talk to me about?”

”Right. I'm glad you and Mr. Vertebra are getting along.”

”Thanks for that.”

It was such a reassuring, reassuring voice that I was impressed rather than distracted, so I pulled the toge out of my voice and returned it.

I know it's not the kind of personality to ask about root digging leaves digging, but it still makes me feel like I'm being asked about social relationships.

However, the inquiry doesn't fly like Zhou expected, and he smiles happily, ”It's a good thing we're close,” so he also falls out of venom with Toge.

”... really, Dad won't say anything”

”Because if you ask, it's Zhou who's shy. You'll be stubborn.”

”Shut up.”