My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 352 Cousins
Shoko's face was being pinched and rubbed by Junko Mito, who also tugged at her braids, leaving Shoko somewhat at a loss.

Seeing that this "harassment" was going on and on, Tsuna couldn't stand it anymore and was about to speak up to stop it...

Junko Mito suddenly let go of their hands, her gaze slyly sweeping over their shoulders and fixed on Ayumi Ajitani and the other two who were watching the commotion behind them.

Her lips curled slightly, clearly waiting for Tsuna to introduce her.

Without hesitation, Tsuna introduced the three women and, incidentally, introduced Junko Mito to them.

The three of them bowed slightly in unison: "Junko-nee."

"Haha, okay, okay..." Junko Mito waved her hand casually, as if trying to shake off that stereotype:
"Don't be too reserved, just call me cousin like Tsuna, it sounds much more intimate!"

Junko Mito glanced at the door and saw another customer coming in. She deftly gestured with her chin toward the staircase next to the reception desk, where a heavy yellow curtain hung.
"You can go upstairs and rest first. It's the same two rooms as before, and they've been cleaned up in advance."

"Are Grandpa and the others in the living room on the second floor?" Tsuna asked to confirm.

"Grandpa and Grandma went for a walk in the nearby park and won't be back until later," Junko Mito said casually.

Tsuna nodded knowingly and said nothing more.

He stepped forward first, lifted the heavy yellow curtain with one hand, and nodded to the people behind him: "Let's go."

Then, the group followed one after another, their figures disappearing into the shadows of the staircase behind the curtain.

As for why I didn't ask my uncle and aunt, it's because I had already confirmed it on LINE before I came.

Right now, the couple is enjoying a rare off-season vacation, leisurely traveling around Kyoto...

Over the years, the rooms on the second floor reserved for relatives have quietly taken on the marks of time.

Even after renovation and painting, the few tiny mold spots in the corners of the walls and the stubborn cracks in the paint on the windowsills are like signatures deliberately left by time, stubbornly refusing to disappear.

Tsuna stood at the end of the second-floor corridor with its old wooden planks and gestured to the two doors on the left and right: "Nishikata and I live in this room."

He then turned to the opposite door and gently patted the door frame. "This room is bigger; it's perfect for the three of you girls."

Before he finished speaking, he casually opened the door.

The interior furnishings were outlined in the sunlight, with only a wooden wardrobe with drawers standing quietly in the corner and a simple low table in the center.

Looking up, my gaze was drawn to the line, falling on the chandelier hanging directly above the center.

Apart from that, the green tatami floor and walls are otherwise unadorned.

"If you need anything, just go down and find my cousin or ask the staff."

As he spoke, A-Gang casually opened the wooden door of the opposite room and walked in first, carrying his bag.

The corridor was dimly lit. He looked around at his companions and said, "You must be tired from the long, bumpy ride. Let's rest for a bit." His tone was naturally concerned.
"I'll introduce you all when Grandpa comes back from his walk. Make yourself at home, relax, and don't be so tense."

After saying that, he patted Nishikata on the shoulder, and it was quite obvious who he was implying with that last sentence.

"Miyamura, this is my home, could you... um... um... um... um...!"

Before Ayumi could finish speaking, Takagi, quick as a flash, covered her mouth and dragged her into the room opposite Tsuna's.

Shoko smiled and waved gently in Tsuna's direction, "See you later."

After saying that, she turned around, and with a flick of her finger, the door behind her closed silently.

"Nishikata, you rest first, I'm going downstairs for a bit." Tsuna walked into the room, casually put down his bag, said this, and turned to leave.

"Row"

— The yellow curtain in the stairwell was still swaying when a figure lifted it and stepped out.

"Tsuna?" Junko Mito had just hung up the landline when she looked up and bumped into the person who had come down. She asked in surprise, "Why did you come down so soon? Why don't you rest a little longer?"

"I came down for a stroll. It's been so long since I've been here. I wanted to reminisce."

Junko quickly glanced at the empty doorway. Seeing no customers, she relaxed, turned around, leaned against the counter, and started chatting casually with Tsuna, who was strolling over.
"Sigh, if it weren't for that brat Yiyuan, still holed up in his school club and refusing to come back,"

She unconsciously wiped the counter with a rag, her tone a mixture of complaint and affection:

“We should have let him take you guys around the area a long time ago. You haven’t been here in the past few years, and a lot of new tourist spots have been built nearby.”

Finally, she clicked her tongue with a touch of wistfulness: "You young people are so talkative and easy to talk to."

"..." Tsuna wanted to nod, but he was afraid that his cousin would raise her hand and kill him.

"Cousin, you're only six years older than us, it's not like there's a generation gap..."

"Besides, cousin, you don't even have a boyfriend yet, and your uncle and aunt haven't been pressuring you to get married, which proves that you're still young."

"..."

How do you know I don't have a boyfriend?

Meeting her questioning gaze, Tsuna helplessly shrugged:

“Because on the way here I told my grandfather that I brought my girlfriend, and he complained to me about how I’m still single.”

"..."

"Grandpa is really something..." Junko Mito silently uttered a complaint, her hand unconsciously tightening its grip on the counter.

As the two were chatting idly, the hotel door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure burst in, bringing with it the sweltering heat of the outside.

Tsuna and Junko Mito turned around at almost the same time to look in the direction of the sound. They saw the dark figure who rushed in suddenly stop and raise his hand to wipe his sweaty forehead.

Under the light, the wet face belonged to Mitsuboshihara, whom Tsuna hadn't seen for several years.

"Are you running so fast in a hurry to be reincarnated? Is a ghost chasing you?"

Junko Mito was sharp-tongued. As she spoke, she grabbed a wet rag from the counter and flicked it across Yoshihara's sweaty cheek!
Meanwhile, Tsuna was still sizing up his cousin, whom he hadn't seen for several years. He had a healthy complexion, the same buzz cut as a few years ago, and his face hadn't really matured...

"That Tanaka kid insisted on a race with me, the loser would treat the other to breakfast for a week. How could I possibly miss out on such a good deal?"

Mei Tengyi didn't seem to mind the rag at all, and cheerfully took it to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

"It's good that I can save some money now so I can buy Mr. Miyamura's new book at the end of the year."

"..."

"Cousin...cousin?" Mei Tengyi, wiping away sweat, seemed to only then notice that there was someone else next to his sister.

"Long time no see." Tsuna nodded to the other person.

"Are you alone? Where's your girlfriend? Didn't you bring her?" As he spoke, he looked at the two sides behind Tsuna.

"Have a rest upstairs."

When the two became a couple, Shizuka Miyamura often boasted about it to their relatives and friends.

(End of this chapter)