My beautiful sister-in-law who is only attached to me, and my childhood friend who just made her high school debut, barged into my house?

We held hands the whole trip back to the house even while we were rocking in the bus.

We walked through a residential area, with the western sun stretching our shadows.

I wanted to ask her about her past and many other things, but we didn’t have any particular conversation, sharing a comfortable and calm silence.

Eventually, the house came into view.

It had been a while since we had gone out together, but that was over now.

With a slight sense of loneliness and nostalgia, I looked back on the day and spun some words.

“I had a lot of fun today.”

“Me too.”

“I hope we can have fun together again. It was nice to hang out with you again.”

“It was the same for me. Let’s do this again sometime!”

Shota squeezed her hand tightly as if to express his feelings, prompting Erika to give him a happy smile. Erika’s smile was so beautiful that it made his heart skip a beat.

There were still many things about Erika that Shota hasn’t gotten used to.

But to continue seeing her smile, he thought it would be a good idea to keep getting along well as brother and sister.

But it was also true that there was something embarrassing about the thought, so Shota opened his mouth to distract himself.

“But I was really surprised by what happened earlier. I guess there are people who pick up girls at Koriyama Mall as well. Is it weird for me to tell you to be careful?”

“Mm, I’m fine.”

“Haha, but it’s not like I can’t understand how they feel. You look so different from your past self that it sometimes makes me nervous. If I wasn’t aware that you’re my sister, I may have hit on you as well.”

“Hmph.”

“…Erika?”

I meant it as a joke.

Erika suddenly stops in her tracks staring at me with her round eyes with an unreadable expression on her face.

Did I ruin her mood by saying something weird?

While I stood there confused, Erika suddenly snickered with a troubled look.

“I’m not your real sister though.”

“…Come again?”

I couldn’t understand what she was saying.

Even though she has changed since she was a child, I had just renewed my resolve that she’s still the younger sister that I should protect.

I couldn’t find the words to respond to something I hadn’t even imagined for awhile.

“What do you mean you’re not my sister…”

After I finally managed to wring the words out from the back of my throat.

Erika then averts her eyes while looking towards another direction, as if gazing at something far away.

“I’m a distant relative of father’s, Due to some circumstances, my biological parents couldn’t raise me anymore, so I was sent to various places, until eventually being sent to this house as well. …After we separated, father decided to take me in.”

“…”

I guess it’s not a lie. It’s inappropriate to joke about stuff like that, moreover her tone of voice was tinged with sadness.

“But I still hope you’ll take care of me brother.”

As Shota stood there, Erika grabbed his hand tightly, as if she was never going to let go.

Editor note: From here onwards are words by the author which I didn’t bother editing since it’s still pretty coherent so have fun reading.

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