Vol 1 Chapter 4 (1/2)

[BOKUs.h.i.+NU V1] CUT 4 – TODAY, I HAVE A DATE. HONESTLY, I’M FEELING TENSE

It’s been a month and a half since I started cohabiting together with Hikari Yumesaki.

I, gradually used to living with her, is able to live a steady life without any troubles…NOT! I understand that at least, okay?

“What in the world am I doing…”

It’s the Sunday in the latter half of May.

But right now, I’m involved in volunteer work to clean up the area.

“Well~, it’s an unexpected improvement to see young people willing to take part in such activities! You’re a nice chap even though you have such a scary face~!”

The old man of the town council is saying such words to me, and I don’t know if he’s praising me or deriding me.

“Hey, old man! Don’t throw rubbish around like that!”

“Eekk! So-sorry!”

Not too far away from me is an unbelievable act unfolding. A gang of delinquents with all kinds of dyed hair, dressed in jumper suit, were holding rubbish bags and cleaning the trash in the drain. They’re the delinquents led by that mohawk head, and one of them was yelling at one of the misbehaving pa.s.sers-by, but well, whatever.

“Why did it end up like that?”

I let out a grumble, but I do understand how it all ended up like this.

Hikari Yumesaki.

It seems that girl doesn’t like to see me get frowned upon by our neighbors, and has been going around, doing volunteer work on the streets. Because of that, my already halved weekend is gradually whittled down. It’s not like she’s doing any bad thing this time around however, so it’s hard for me to grumble about anything.

“Mr Sakamoto! The trash here has been cleaned!”

“Oh, gotcha. Go help the old grannies over there.”

“Roger that!”

The mohawk head answers enthusiastically, and runs over to the group down there.

For some reason, that guy ended up being my lackey, and whenever we meet, “Good job there!” he would yell to me. I’m not a member of the yakuza, I tell you!

On a side note, I once tried to ask what he intended to do after hara.s.sing the girls, and then he answered, “I’ll put the two shot with the girl as a screen saver, and enjoy myself all the way!” well, that was quite a weak wish. I want ①, ① , I tell ya.

Right now, the mohawk head’s being ordered around by the old grannies, completely busy, and I look away from such a meaningless sight and lift my head to look at the sky. The sky is clear, with no cloud to be seen, but I let out a sigh.

The reason? Of course, it’s all her.

Hikari Yumesaki.

I thought she would calm down after a while, but her random acts are changing and increasing in scale, and her actions the past few days has completely wrecked my reputation.

The winning contributions s.e.xy Dream does increases every two days, and I feel myself getting stronger. It’s likely that she’s been training.

And as for other aspects, my social circle’s starting to expand, and the number of girl addresses recorded in my cellphone is gradually increasing. Thus, I’m getting some anonymous messages every day.

For example,

“Let’s go buy some clothes.”

“Let’s go for karaoke!” There were all sorts of such messages.

I checked through my sent mail.

“I want to have a duet with Mii! Kiss☆”

And I found such a vexing message. Now this is really scary. Anyone will be scared and run away if they’re to receive such a message from a scary looking delinquent.

Also, she’s been dolling up my room little by little (but never cleans it up), and she’s going way too perfect dealing with my hairs (even the leg hairs). I received some d.a.m.n big package once, and found that it was the bolster of an anime girl (and she even brought it out brazenly to sundry, causing me public execution.) There’s all sorts of other things that caused my image to crash.

Ah, on a side note, that whiteboard puzzle of hers is still going at a snail’s pace, but it’s at least proceeding in the right direction. Right now, the words written on that puzzle are,

“I do feel embarra.s.sed if it’s panties, but not if it’s swimsuits!”

What in the word is that girl thinking?

Also, it seems the number of male friends has increased.

“When discussing about erotic topics with guys, what sort of character am I supposed to be?”

Anyway, I wrote down, “Try being a macho guy.”

“But are you still macho after seeing such erotic anime?”

And this came out of nowhere. It’s a failure on my part to let her know of that anime folder’s existence.

–And so, my life’s having drastic changes over the days.

“Hikari Yumesaki?”

My mind starts to imagine the face of this girl I have never met, and for some reason, I see a pretty girl with a dazzling face, and because of this I can only shake my head hard to let it disappear. Don’t think about it! I don’t care how she looks! We can never meet anyway.

I mutter quietly to myself as I pick the empty cans in the drain using the tongs, stuffing the garbage fiercely into the bag.

“Kasumi is so cute!! Very very super very!”

And on that day, such words were written.

“You’ve been mentioning Kasumi a lot recently.”

The morning sun is getting brighter by the moment, and I narrow my right eye while writing in the notebook.

My cla.s.smate Kasumi.

It seems that my interaction with her has been increasing recently.

It’s one that that we end up sitting side by side together and end up chatting with each other more other, and also, we start exchanging messages more often. I don’t know if she has any animals she likes, but my mail messages is filled with a large number of adorable penguins or hamsters. Such mails are really cute, befitting of a girl. On a side note, my sent mail contains s.h.i.+t and caterpillar pictures, and I really wonder, are you an elementary school kid? I really can’t imagine both of you to be girls. Learn some common decency, you!

And also, Kasumi would make lunch boxes for me, so we’re having our meals together with everyone giving us warm stares.

“I wanna eat you–ah, no, the bento you make~!”

And there seemed to be a moment when Hikari Yumesaki blurted out such nonsense. I can be sued for s.e.xual hara.s.sment! Don’t act like it has nothing to do with you!

And thanks to that, the other guys in my cla.s.s are giving me raging looks. “Are you going out? Are you going out with Kasumi?” Even the girls are giving me beams of interrogative stares that whittle down my HP everyday.

“You really like her, huh?”

And today’s notebook topic is basically about Kasumi, with her writing.

“A pet.i.te body’s cute!”

“Kasumi’s two side ups look so moe–!”

“Gym clothes + Marathon + Girl sweet + b.r.e.a.s.t.s = Attack of the large b.r.e.a.s.t.s!”

“So soft! I found them really soft after she let me rub them.”

“I so wanna push her down!”

Huh…

“……………………………………………Eh?”

Let me…rub…?

….

“HUUUUUUHHHH!!?”

Wait! Wait a sec!

What did you just say!? Le-le-let me rub!?

“That idiot! What did she do!?”

My groggy mind was instantly sober.

That dumb airhead! How can she do such a thing!

And in my panic, I continue to read,

“That’s just a joke, heh. During the mixed volleyball match, when the ball was spiked down at her, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s just swooshed like the wind! It’s interesting, so I tried hitting her a few times! She seems somewhat embarra.s.sed, but not completely. (Eyes sparkles).”

No, that’s bad enough already! Be careful next time!

And below it, she writes,

“Kasumi’s not too bad herself. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s are large, and her legs were all silky now.”

“What’s with the ‘were’!!? Why the past tense!?”

Hikari Yumesaki probably expected me to retort back at this point, and she gives me an explanation in the notebook.

“Guhehehe. Let me teach you something to the pretty and innocent you, Sakamoto. That sort of girl has no resistance to being hara.s.sed, and she has a s.e.xual desire much more than an ordinary person. Everyone has their own needs, so you don’t have to worry about being sued!”

“Enough already, you idiot…”

My eyes continue to wade through the the diary,

“And you’re like the character of a light novel I really like, Sakamoto. That’s why there’s definitely no problem here!”

“What has that got to do with this?”

What sort of expression am I supposed to show when I go to school?

I can hear the chirpings of the sparrows from the window, and it sounds like the BGM of a trip to h.e.l.l.

Ahh, I don’t feel like going to school.

“Go now when n.o.body’s around.”

“B-but, but if I get rejected…”

“It’s fine! Summon your courage!”

The hypnotism-like cla.s.ses during the warm season was over, and it’s now after school.

Not interested in partaking in any club activities, I intend to head home like usual. Right now however, there’s a tremendous power obstructing my footsteps.

The reason for that is the girls not too far away from me.

“Hey, Kasumi, hurry up! Or Sakamoto’s going home, you know?”

“It’s alright!”

“Fight!”

There has been a recent trend of light novel and manga protagonists oblivious to the feelings of girls, and are extremely popular for some reason. Unfortunately, this despicable Sakamoto has a sensitive personality and ears like what women have, and I’m in a dilemma now that I eavesdropped on their conversation. Do I go home now, or do I stay? if you want to come to me, hurry up now. I’ve been trying to buy time, staring at the meaningless chain mails on my cellphone all this while, or taking out and putting in the textbooks, but I’m soon at my limit here. It’s hard to pretend not to hear it.

“Alright, just go now!”

“Awawah!”

I glance at the girls from the corner of my eyes, and it seems they decided to push her.

And the pet.i.te girl who was pushed out stumbles towards me.

Her eyes are bouncing around quickly like a jumping spider, her face a bright beetroot.

“Hm? What’s the matter?”

Anyway, let’s just talk to her.

“Ah, erm, ar-are you going home now?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Th-then, can, we go home…together…?”

“Ah, sure…”

What’s with this embarra.s.sing conversation?

After finis.h.i.+ng this sweet, sour template of a conversation, we quickly leave the cla.s.sroom with the few girls watching us with dazzling lights. We then endure the curious stares of those behind us as we walk to the shoe cabinet. “Sorry…” Kasumi then apologizes to me, and she looks exceptionally adorable.

Now I think I’m starting to realize why she’s attracted to this girl.

And now, having left school, we’re resting in the park.

Kasumi said to me, “My friends say the ice cream here is nice…” giving me an unreliable pitch, and so we bought cups of ice cream from the shop, seated at the bench.

The sunset’s warm, but the breeze was cold.

And the ice cream was exceptionally cold. Anyway, I’m freezing now.

It’s a wrong choice to buy ice cream now, right? I wondered as I watch the strolling now. Anyway, is this situation right now a date? Hey dog, tell me.

“An-and then, my big sister, well…”

Kasumi has been trying her best to talk to me, but she stammers a lot because she’s very tense, and I can’t hear half of what’s she’s saying. I already have the fatal flaw of not being able to communicate well with others, but what do I do in such a situation?

“I-in such a situation, ah…choose.”

A cute sneezing sound reaches my ear.

Speaking of sneeze, there was once when I had a band-aid on my forehead, so I asked Hikari Yumesaki if she had a fight.

“I sneezed too hard and hurt myself.”

And then, that was her reply to me.

Goodness gracious. Even if you’re an old man, you wouldn’t be sneezing yourself that hard.

“…”

In such a moment, a man has to put a jacket on her after all.

I try my best to reach and unhook my jacket b.u.t.tons, but I can’t do it because my hands’ all frozen. d.a.m.n it.

“Ah…”

It would be great if Kasumi didn’t notice me trying to remove my jacket. Unfortunately for me, it seems she did.

I was extremely worried over the b.u.t.tons I can’t, and right now, with Kasumi staring at me so worriedly, I’m becoming much more hasty than before, unable to remove it. Ah d.a.m.n it, it’s so embarra.s.sing I wanna die! Some people say that two rookie lovebirds should not be together, and this is a cla.s.sic example. It’ll be better if one side is a little dim-witted with regards to this, but why is it that both sides are so sensitive?

“Wear this now.”

After 2 minutes of intense battle (with both of us silent!) I at least manage to remove my jacket and put it on Kasumi’s shoulders.

“Th-thank you…”

She shyly look at me for an instance, and thanked me. Looks like my hard work has paid off.

However,

“Hachoo!”

I’m cold!

I’m d.a.m.n cold because I’m only wearing a T-s.h.i.+rt!

And when I look closely at my s.h.i.+rt, I find a really unglam design of ‘Udon Alien’ (TN: original is うどん星人, based on the Vocaloid song, Udon Udon Galaxy, I think) on my s.h.i.+rt. She’s the only person who would have bought such a thing, and I’m freezing AND embarra.s.sed right now! What do I do now?

“…Eh?”

While I’m panicking, something unexpected happened.

“…Nnn…”

Someone’s leaning onto my frozen body. Of course, it’s not just anyone, it’s Kasumi.

To be honest, a girl of her size won’t cause much effect at all, but in other sense, I feel a lot warmer in other areas. Or rather, hot!

“Thanks…”

It feels weird for me to be thanking her, but I had to say something as it’ll be awkward if I don’t do that.

Not good. This girl’s fragrance is very nice…

“Sakamoto, have you been training your body?”

“Well, s-sorta.”

“I see…”

And then, both of us end up in quite the awkward silence.

This isn’t good. My heartbeat’s becoming erratic. Am I dying? Am I going to die?

“I-I always misunderstood you, Sakamoto.”

“Hm?”

The girl places her head at my chest and she continues to whisper,

“I always thought you were cool, scary, and well, that you’re not a good person.”

“Hm, ahh…”

Well, whatever.

I’m gradually getting integrated with the cla.s.s, but I was once a delinquent completely ostracized by others. It’s to be expected that Kasumi would have such thoughts, and she’s definitely scared of me, I guess.

“But that’s not the truth. You’re actually a strong-willed, reliable, courageous person, Sakamoto. You’re really tall, really handsome, interesting, and sometimes adorable. Though you may be a bit of a pervert, I don’t mind, and…”

She’s saying some unexpected phrases, but I guess it’s better for her to stop. If this keeps up, it’ll definitely evolve into crazy ramblings.

“I didn’t know that you were such a wonderful person, Sakamoto…so, well…”

Kasumi right now is heaping praises of what she thinks about me.

Wonderful…huh?

“No, this isn’t really…Sakamoto?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know I’m like this.”

This me, at least.

I’m ostracized by the cla.s.s, didn’t have any friends, and was seen as a troublemaker by my neighbors.

I never once thought before this that I, ever the lonely person, would be able to become a hero.

“That person’s really amazing.”

“Sakamoto?”

Kasumi peeks over at me, showing an uneasy look, and this cause me to recover.

Ah shucks, I’m thinking about some strange things.

“Ah, s-sorry. It’s nothing.”

“I-is that so?”

And after that, we continue to chat away in such a silly manner like before. The sky got darker, and we decide to go home.

When I’m about to head home, Kasumi whispers a few words saying, “Always…” and I tilt my head in bafflement, showing a worried look. “Bye bye…” Kasumi then shows a disappointed look as she says this, and heads home.

What’s with that? The last ‘give and take…’ whatever she said at the end really has me curious.

“It’s a need to train for fas.h.i.+on! Leader!”

“Yes.”

Two days later. A day breezed by without a hitch.

Hikari Yumesaki continues to write a lot of infuriating things on the notebook with her usual agitated att.i.tude and arrogant tone.

“You dare say such a thing buying that kind of T-s.h.i.+rt?”

To be honest, this person’s sense of beauty is not to be trusted at all.

I look at the little items that’s been increasing in numbers from time to time, and to my regret, I find that her tastes are far different from mine.

It’s the same when she said she wanted to buy an indoor plant; she hesitated, wondering if she’s going to buy a Cactus or a Ca.s.sava, and for some reason, ended up buying Parsley. I really can’t wrap my head around this. What? To eat it? That you can eat it once it grows? I really hate parsley though.

And I continue to write down refusing words as I thinking, and two days later, I end up seeing an unexpected reply,

“No way! Girls won’t bother with you if you don’t dress yourself up, you know? You’re handsome here, have confidence!”

“…”

Eh, really?

It feels like I’m reading too much into her words.

No, I’m not really reading too much into it.

What she wrote next was, “you’re ranked second to me in regards to those who cause hearts to flutter, Sakamoto!”, Why is it such a ranking that makes me ticklish?

I look over at the sofa, and there’s a suit she prepared.

Left at the top of them all is a note stating, “I’ve come up with a plan to make you handsome, Sakamoto! If you follow it, you’ll definitely become famous as a pair of pretty siblings! I bought your little sister’s clothing too, so make her wear it!” On a closer look, I found a Western dress placed next to it.

“Well, since she bought it…”

I do feel cheated here, but since she specially bought it for both of us, I don’t think it’s a good thing not to wear it, so I decided to put it on anyway. These are summer clothes.

“Huh? Not too shabby, isn’t it?’

Unlike what I expected, I don’t find myself looking too bad when I look at myself in the mirror, dressed in a suit. It feels like I can do anything as long as I want to. Also, Hikari Yumesaki, why did you buy that kind of s.h.i.+rt when you have such sense?

“Hehe, feeling all better now.”

I’m not exactly the fas.h.i.+onista type, but after this getup, I just feel somewhat refreshed, and this isn’t actually a bad thing. I try to pose around like a model *s.h.i.+ning*! Haha, you really can be a model there, Akitsuki Sakamoto!

“Oh yeah, Yukiko also has one.”

Recalling this, I pick up the dress meant for my sister, and dart out of the room, fleet-footedly.

That brat’s not too bad herself, and if she’s to doll up a little, she’ll definitely look cuter. It’ll be refres.h.i.+ng to see my sister looking rather cute.

“Hey, Yukiko! You got time?”

Maybe I’m getting too excited here.

“Nnn…uuu…ahhnn…”

“I’m going in……huh? what?”

And because of that, I was completely careless.

“More……don’t…”

“…What’s with those sounds?”

I p.r.i.c.k my ears, hearing the voices from my sister’s room.

“Mmm…over there…don’t……ahhh…”

“Are you making a call? Whatever.”

And as I just said, I was completely careless.

I left these warning sounds on deaf ears, place my hand on the doork.n.o.b without hesitation, and opened the door.

And then, I saw it.

Yes–

My little sister’s lying on the bed, half-naked while her face’s flushed red, drooling for some reason, her armpits exposed as she gives an alluring look while skyping–!

“Again, how many times must I say this!? This is the scene when ‘Akihos.h.i.+’ gets violated by the male childhood friend! It’s an important scene, and the ill.u.s.tration has to be well done here!”

My little sister, now lying in front of the computer, hasn’t noticed me as she continue to growl angrily,

“That’s not it. I need more…anyway, it’s not lewd enough! I want to be more perverted! This light novel is based on such an ideal! Why don’t you understand!?”

And then, my sister continues on in such a state,

“Seriously, your lack of comprehension is the same as usual! I’ll give you a proper demonstration, so listen up! On page 72, there! This is the most important scene! This is the scene where it has to be more like this, Akihos.h.i.+’s clothes are torn off, the armpits spread wide, looking extremely lewd, going ‘hnnng, ahhhnnn ‘ while being forcefully kissed by the childhood friend and embraced tightly–WOOOOAAHHHHH!? B-brother!? When did you enter!?”

“S-sorry…for interrupting you…”

Now that my sister has noticed me, I inadvertently hold onto the new dress as I take a step back.

“Wait, brother! You’re mistaken! Hey wait!”

“No, it’s fine! I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s fine!”

“Wh-what are you saying!? That’s not it–”

“Anyway, sorry!”

“Bro–”

–BAM!

Without hearing any of her explanation, I close the door, and return back to my room, putting on normal clothes.

I guess height is most important when it comes to dressing smartly.

And so, I waited till 2 days later, seeing a message written in my notebook, “why am I getting a weird message from your little sister? Did something happen?” and so, I hurriedly fish out my cellphone to look, seeing this message,

“That’s not the case! The ill.u.s.trator’s comprehension is too weak, so I had to use skype to explain! That guy’s an idiot either way! I’m not getting high on my own! Don’t be mistaken!”

Like h.e.l.l I know.

And so I put on my high school uniform nonchalantly. Hm, school uniforms are the best after all. No flaws at all.

And then, this happened on a different day.

“It wasn’t like this yesterday! Erm, I was requested by my older sister! I don’t have any interests in that sort of thing!”

The moment I was about to go to school, Kasumi was explaining this frantically to me.

Yesterday again?

“Eh, ah…(did something happen) well, it’s fine either way, no? I don’t really care.”

It feels like I’ve been starting to get confused recently.

“I-it’s good that you understand…hm…please don’t look forward to it…”

Kasumi’s panting furiously, but looks like she’s relieved now.

However, it seems she just thought of something again as she lowers her head, fidgeting as she twiddles her fingers, continuing on,

“S-Sakamoto, do you have, that sort of interest…?”

“Eh? Ah, ah…”

d.a.m.n it. Not this kind of vague question again. Looks like I have to make a gamble here.

“Hm, well, I guess I do, I do.”

How about that?”

“Eh? Y-you do?”

Huh? Did I fail this time?

“I-is that so? So you do have such interests…Th-then I guess I do too…”

“Then?”

“It-it’s nothing! Nothing at all! Please don’t worry!”

And after saying this, she ran off.

“What’s with her this time?”

And so, I write this incident down on the notebook.

Two days later, the reply was–

“I was browsing around at the AV corner, and met Kasumi over there coincidentally.”

“HEEEEEEYYYYYY!? Such an awkward moment actually happened!?”

This is no trivial matter here!

“Kasumi was looking very suspicious.

–That’s not it! I’m here on request of my sister! My sister’s a huge pervert here!…she was saying such a vague testimony over and over again, not looking like she’ll admit.

However, I told her, ‘I wonder if that round shaped circular saw is a weapon used for murder’ and so she desperately tried to had that weapon. The way she did it was really cute cute, so I decided to take off immediately and arrest this culprit. If you wanna know where that murder weapon is, give me some Koala’s March.”

“That idiot woman…”

I recalled the conversation we had in the day, and could only head off to the supermarket glumly to buy some sweets.

No, I guess I’m still curious about that, no?

I’ve been tortured often by Hikari Yumesaki often, but there are times when I have the upper hand. Of course, those moments are few.

There was once when I was clicking my tongue, cleaning up the mess Hikari Yumesaki left behind and scattered everywhere. Below the bed, a s.p.a.ce where I normally wouldn’t notice, was a light novel.

“…Oho.”

That was what I thought after reading the contents.

“T-this is…!”

I browse through a certain page of this light novel.

Written on it is,

“Erm

‘Akihos.h.i.+, let’s break up.’

‘Wh-what are you saying, Yukio!?”

‘I know you’ve been fooling around with women without telling me…

‘–!’

‘Thank you for going out with me. Goodbye, Akihos.h.i.+’.

‘W-wait! Hey, why are you going to the roof!? Are you planning to kill yourself!?’

‘Sorry, but from now on, I shall be alone–‘

….Pfft…pfffffffttt…pffff…”

That sort of content’s causing me to burst out laughing. No way, are you kidding me, Hikari Yumesaki?

“So that girl is into that sort of thing?”

She likes to watch late night anime with a lot of little girls in them, collects lots of moe type manga, so I do know she has interests in 2D. However, I never thought such a thing would be within her territory too.

I stare at the cover of that work with boys going beyond the level of mere friends.h.i.+p. The sight of the two pretty boys putting their faces together was so invigorating it’s disgusting.

Yes, that is the so called BL novel.

It seems to be a serialized work, as there’s an indication of the cover stating that it’s the 5th volume. The obi wrapped around the book states, BL author Yukimaru finally brings us the latest issue of a new love comedy, ‘Tomorrow I will die, You will revive!’

“Now this is getting interesting.”

It’s a rare thing that I’m able to catch that girl’s weakness. I place the book on the table, and wrote,

“I never thought you would have such interests (LOL). Follow rule number 4 (LOL).”

With an overwhelming sense of triumph, I hand over the baton to the me tomorrow.

And two days later, the following excuse is written,

“I don’t really like it that much, but it’s only recently that I’ve interest in such things. It’s a trendy thing, so i just had a look. Speaking of which, this is s.e.xual hara.s.sment, right? Don’t talk about such things to a girl! Hey, you got it!? Let me tell you first, other girls normally read such things too! You really don’t understand anything about what a girl values, Sakamoto! You idiot, idiot, idiot! Ah, you’re still a virgin, so it’s normal for you not to understand it though.”

And so, on the last page of the notebook.

“Rule 28: Don’t look into a girl’s secret! At least pretend not to know about it, you idiot!”

So there’s a new rule?

I imagine the sight of her looking all red-faced, furious and embarra.s.sed as she wrote down those words, and so I bask in my sense of superiority. Gahaha, so there are times when I can be winning, huh?

“She does have moments when she’s cute, huh?”

…And well, I didn’t notice that she changed the ringtone for my message cellphone, causing me a terrorist attack from my sister ‘big brother, your phone’. Well, that’s another story altogether.

And on a certain day, I was unexpectedly congratulated.

“Happy birthday! Haa–ppp–yy— Birthhuu—daayyy!!”

Below these words that felt revolting instead of relieving was an ill.u.s.tration of Kasumi kissing me. There’s also a case placed on the table, and inside it is a seemingly pricey watch.

“You won’t be popular if you don’t have a cool watch!

–Yaah, Akitsuki’s watch is so cool.

–Ah, Kasumi, your watch isn’t moving? I’ll spin the spring for you.

–Ahh! Not there–nngghhh! Noo!

Really, you’re a pervert, Sakamoto.”

Aren’t you the perverted one?

And also, this isn’t the problem.

“Today isn’t my birthday.”

And also, to buy this watch, she probably withdrew a lot of money from my account. This thing doesn’t match the criteria of a birthday gift. Are you a rookie conman?

“On a side note, my birthday’s on July 18 (Cheers, cheers)!”

I see. She wanted a present? I guess she’s either planning quite some bit or thick-skinned herself. I look at the calendar, and found that she did draw a circle around the 18.

“Seriously, she leaves me no choice.”

Since a birthday’s a rare thing, I’ll buy something for it. It feels like I’m being led around by her, but I get it doesn’t matter now. It’s a birthday that happens once every year. Also, she did leave this message behind.

“Leaving aside that, thanks for being so kind to me all this time. I’m really happy to be with you. Let’s continue to be together, Sakamoto.”

I know this doesn’t suit my personality, but I still end up blus.h.i.+ng.

“Seriously. Is she really hoping to get a present from me?”

It’s more of a flattery, but it’s really sneaky of a girl to simply write words like this. I know this is the case, but i’m still somewhat happy, and a little frustrated.

I let my thoughts run wild, and try putting on the watch. Oh, it’s rather light. On a closer look, it’s a Denmark brand. Nice watch here.

“Tras.h.!.+ Absolute tras.h.!.+”

“Yu-Yukiko…?”

It happened on a certain afternoon.

I had returned home one day, and found that my sister was smas.h.i.+ng the vegetables at the kitchen, with the pose of a demon king.

“That woman…Yukiko is supposed to be the only one with the right to be petted! I’ll kill her! I’ll definitely kill her! Uuu….my blog’s getting flamed, I’m getting called an idiot on the comments section, and I’m getting replies telling me to stop…d.a.m.n it!!”

Sh-she’s a sicko…

I’m not sure exactly what’s she flailing about, but I sense danger if I approach her at this point, so I left her as she was. I escape back to my room, and open the notebook as per habit.

“Hmmmm~, it’s not that kind of partner?”

“What are you saying now?”