Chapter 97: One Day Feels Like a Thousand Years, Not ‘Ichinichi Chiaki’

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Kojima-san drifted off to sleep surprisingly quickly. Her sleepy face looked pretty relaxed, so she might be having a wet dream.

I’m not sure if her frigidity affects her dreams, but if it doesn't, she might be enjoying herself in her sleep. As long as she doesn't end up in a coma, I can tolerate it.

Speaking of which, I reported to Jones-san that the cops nabbed that creepy mole guy. I wonder if he's planning any follow-up actions.

Well, the creep can't escape now, so there's no rush. Guys who act selfishly and spread their seed everywhere deserve to die, or at least suffer in non-physical ways.

But the biggest issue now might be my feelings toward Kojima-san. It’s not like I can figure them out immediately.

I have a lot to think about, seriously. I'm also curious about what's happening next door.

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Kojima-san fell asleep quite quickly. She wouldn't let go of my hand, so I had to pry it away without waking her. In times like these, a bit of force is acceptable.

Meanwhile, it seems Kurebayashi-san and Kenzaki-san are still busy talking. I'm curious about their conversation, but eavesdropping feels wrong, so I'll let it go this time.

I decided to head to the Spring Festival instead.

“Hurry up, bro!”

Ange's mood had completely improved, thanks to some sweets. Lucky for me, she's easy to please.

But there's another problem.

“Having a guardian at the Spring Festival is a bit…”

“What, planning to get into trouble?”

“No, not at all, but it's a bit…”

“Then it's fine. These opportunities don't come often.”

“True. As one last family memory.”

“Stop jinxing it.”

Mom lightly smacked me, and I reflexively complained. We hadn't had many family outings recently. Maybe it was a good idea.

“Yuuta, you've grown so much.”

On our way to the university, Mom looked up at me and remarked.

“What's with the sudden comment? Compared to when?”

“About sixteen years ago?”

“Idiot.”

Sixteen years ago was when I first met Mom. After various events, she and Dad got remarried, but that's a story for another time.

“Shall we link arms for old times' sake?”

Mom had a mischievous look.

“Cut it out; you're touching me.”

“That's the point.”

“I’m not happy about this, and now Ange's clinging to the other side.”

It's embarrassing to be linked to Mom at my age. And Ange too.

“Why not? If Mom can, so can I.”

“Aren't you ignoring the inconvenience of both my arms being occupied?”

Ange's competitive spirit was strong, and she gripped my arm tightly. Specifically, about +60 strength.

Walking like this is tough. Someone, please help.

“Uemura-kun, quite popular, aren't you?”

“Huh?”

Before we reached the university gate, a sharp voice called out. I turned instinctively. Not many people call me by name like that.

“Honestly, I'm jealous.”

Oh, it's Makata-kun. Even though I explained Ange is my sister before, judging by his skeptical look, he still doesn't believe it.