He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

It's like competing with her older sister for Shirakawa.

Midori Sakura froze for a few seconds, feeling an indescribable sadness in her heart, and could only lean on Midori Maki's other shoulder.

Maki was much taller than Sakura, and Midori could only cling to her arm.

Just taking a break, just taking a break.

Midori Sakura silently recited this in her heart.

But even through her clothes, I could feel the temperature of her sister's arms gradually rising.

Sister, do you like Shirakawa that much?

He's a total shut-in with no redeeming qualities, and sometimes he's even a bit cheeky, teasing himself.

He's also an anime/manga enthusiast and likes cross-dressing.

kimo, kimo...

Midori Sakura silently cursed Shirakawa in her heart.

Until she looked up and saw her sister's affectionate gaze.

No more sleepiness.

If they were together, her older sister wouldn't stay with her, and Shirakawa wouldn't play around with her anymore.

One is her older sister, and the other is her friend. It's a great thing that their relationship has improved.

But why do I have this vague feeling that I'll become so superfluous in the future...?

Midori Sakura leaned her small body against Midori Maki's shoulder, gazing blankly at the clouds in the sky.

Shirakawa keenly sensed that something was amiss.

We must not let Maki become overly dependent on us.

It's best to maintain a certain distance and keep the current state of mutual goodwill.

Going a step further, it's not just Nikaido and Midori Sakura who are hard to explain, but even Midori Kana.

I promised my aunt I'd take good care of the two sisters. But while I was taking care of them, one of them ran away.

this is not good.

We need to talk about something to distract Miki.

Shirakawa suddenly thought of Akita-sensei.

"By the way, how much do you know about our homeroom teacher, Ms. Akita?"

"Eh~ Akita-sensei... let me think about it." Maki pondered from the side, her arms still wrapped around Shirakawa's arm.

Because of the flatness, Shirakawa felt a little uncomfortable.

"Hey, you otaku, why do you want to know about our homeroom teacher? Could it be that you..." Midori Sakura reacted strongly, immediately sitting up straight and pointing at Shirakawa.

"No, it's just that I'm not very good at studying and I don't know how to do my homework. If she's strict, I'll be punished every day." Shirakawa made up a good excuse.

"It's okay, I'll teach you," Maki said confidently, patting her flat chest.

All the hard work I've put into studying since I was little was probably for this moment, so that it could be of use to help Shirakawa!

“Hey, Maki-nee, you can’t be here all the time, can you…” Shirakawa said.

Before, she was calling her Mido-kun, but now she calls her Maki-nee so naturally.

“That makes sense.” Midori Maki fell into deep thought again.

After getting to know her better, I discovered that Maki's expressions are quite rich, completely different from her usual icy beauty image.

"Ms. Akita... I heard that she came to teach here right after graduating from university."

“She’s always the first one to leave after school,” Mitsu Sakura said. “She always seems to be in a rush. I always see her at the school gate.”

"Anything else?" This information wasn't enough; Shirakawa needed to know more.

"Hmm~" The two sisters looked thoughtful. "It seems... that's all."

"Really? Thank you then." Shirakawa turned to thank the two of them.

Midori Maki's long black hair was just a short distance from his chin.

"It's okay." The moment Midori Maki looked up, her eyes met Shirakawa's.

Their eyes met, gazing at each other at an extremely close distance.

At this distance, they're either going to kiss or fight.

"Sis, I'm not full. How about we go to the convenience store and buy some bread?"

Midori sat beside her, head down, face slightly flushed, fiddling with her manicured nails, and said seemingly casually.

Shirakawa and Maki immediately turned their heads away and created some distance between them.

"Sure, what about you, Shirakawa?"

Why ask that otaku? Midori Sakura started to get annoyed.

I was just asking my sister; I didn't invite that shut-in.

"I'm full, but I can go with you." Shirakawa said with a wry smile.

The real reason is that Shirakawa didn't have any money.

I don't know if the "basic food and lodging free voucher" will be valid.

However, to avoid the embarrassment of not being able to pay for the bread, it's best not to buy it now and try again when you have time.

“Really? Let’s go then,” Mito Maki said with a smile.

Mito Sakura became increasingly unhappy. She agreed to go with her sister even without buying bread, which she saw as a deliberate attempt to spend time with her sister, a classic case of being a simp.

"Then, shall we go?" Shirakawa said.

The three, each with their own thoughts, left the rooftop and headed towards the convenience store.

The hem of Midori Maki's skirt was slightly damp.

27. Women's changing room

In the corridor, Maki and Shirakawa gradually grew closer together.

Maki moved closer to Shirakawa, intentionally or unintentionally.

Shirakawa intentionally or unintentionally moved aside.

Mito Sakura followed behind with her head drooping and looking dejected.

We arrived at the convenience store.

Same as yesterday.

The aunt has already started packing her things.

All the bread was sold out; only the plain flavor was left.

Speaking of which...

I think I met Jackie here yesterday.

Shirakawa searched everywhere but found no trace of her.

Does this mean I'll never see Jacky again?

Shirakawa was slightly disappointed, since Jackie was neither among the fallen heroines nor on the list of dangerous individuals.

She was arguably the first female student he met who was outside the system.

There's a lot of information you can actually ask her.

It's a pity it was deleted last night.

"Auntie, please have a plain bread." Mito Sakura took one, then took out her money and placed it on the counter.

He gnawed on the bread with considerable displeasure; the bread was so dry it crumbled, and crumbs were scattered all over the floor.

Maki was quite surprised; Sakura used to never touch this lousy bread.

I'm so hungry, I can eat anything.

"And you, Maki-nee?"

"Ah, no thanks, I don't really like this flavor..." Maki also doesn't like plain bread.

"I'm full too, let's..."

Ok?

A short, slovenly, overweight man with thick-rimmed glasses walked past Shirakawa.

He walked with his hands clenched into fists, his eyes narrowed to slits.

Shirakawa's gaze was involuntarily drawn to him, and he involuntarily turned to look at his back.