Comics, daily stories

Nomiyama took out a pack of tissues and handed it over.

Sawamura Sayuri grabbed the money, pulled out two sheets to wipe her mouth, turned her head to look at him, and her eyes flickered.

"What do you mean there are already four?"

Nomiyama frankly replied, "There were four of them. I was just chased after because Yukino saw me kissing a girlfriend."

Sawamura Sayuri wiped her mouth, stopped looking at him, and began to ponder with a frown.

Yukino, then there should be Kato Megumi, we only found that person recently by checking the surveillance footage near his house, and then the remaining two.

No record.

He seemed to be shopping with the Yukino family today, Haruno?

There's one left.

Thinking of this, she coughed again.

Yang knew his identity, so the one in power in the Yukinoshita family should know even more.

In addition, they have rarely been seen making public appearances in recent years.

Sawamura Sayuri's face stiffened involuntarily as she turned to look at him, who was filled with confusion.

Could it be that they've wiped out all three main members of the Yukinoshita family?

But if Yukino knew the details, his life would certainly not be so peaceful and ordinary.

The coughing started incessantly, and Sayuri Sawamura bent over, covering her mouth, her eyes growing increasingly strange.

Unless, those two were deliberately hiding their affair from Yukino.

"Don't scare me. I was the one who handed you the orange soda. If there's a problem, I'm the prime suspect."

Nomiyama was slightly worried and reached out to gently stroke her back.

"Are you trying to take advantage of me or what?" Sayuri Sawamura felt his hand stroking her back, reached out and pushed it away, annoyed.

“I see that’s how it’s done on TV.” Nomiyama shrugged, without the slightest embarrassment.

"The TV is lying to you." Sayuri Sawamura took a deep breath, calming the coughing sensation in her chest, and leaned back in her chair.

She looked up at the ceiling and listened to the noise around her. Her voice grew weak: "I don't care anymore. Do whatever you want. Just don't hurt Eriri."

"Doesn't that mean you have to agree?" Nomiyama finished his coffee, reached out, and casually tossed the empty can into a trash can a few meters away.

He leaned back in his chair as well: "Whatever, I'll just take it one step at a time. I'm too lazy to think about it."

Neither of them spoke again, each lost in their own thoughts.

Sawamura Sayuri wonders what will happen when the most upright and law-abiding member of the Yukinoshita family encounters her most unconventional older sister and her most stubborn and obsessive mother.

Nomiyama wondered why Yukinoshita hadn't followed yet. Had something happened, or had she given up on chasing him?

"Hello, may I bother you for a moment?"

The two of them straightened up at the same time, looked at each other, and then looked at the person in front of them.

A woman dressed in office attire was standing in front of them, smiling very kindly. When she noticed them, she bowed respectfully, being both polite and careful.

"What is it?" Nomiyama didn't have the habit of slapping a smiling face.

The office lady spoke politely, her eyes gentle: "It's like this, our store is currently holding an event and would like to invite the two of you to participate. We will be giving away some free gifts."

Nomiyama nodded, then politely declined, "Thank you, but we're a bit tired right now, sorry."

The office lady was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "It's alright, I apologize for disturbing you both."

She turned to leave.

Sawamura Sayuri unexpectedly spoke up: "Could you tell me what kind of event it is?"

The office lady looked at the two with admiration in her eyes, but her words remained unchanged. She simply answered politely and truthfully: "It's a Valentine's Day promotion. Couple outfits are half price. When it's the 100th couple's turn, our store will give them two sets of couple outfits as a gift."

Nomiyama recalled the time; it was already the first week of April. He wondered, "Isn't Valentine's Day on February 14th?"

Ms. OL nodded gently, then smiled and said, "Because we don't have many couples at our store, we've only just reached our 100th couple. I thought you two looked very good together, so I took the liberty of coming up to ask you."

"Oh," Nomiyama responded, preparing to explain that the two were not a couple.

After thinking for a moment, the office lady took out two matching headbands from her bag and handed them to them. She smiled and said, "Although you two are unwilling to participate in the event, I would still like to give you a small gift. I wish you both a long and happy marriage."

Nomiyama looked at the other person's sincere and blessing-filled smile, and his words were cut off.

He reached out and took the two red hair ribbons.

Once the other person had left, Nomiyama handed the hairband to the person next to him: "Here you go."

Sawamura Sayuri looked at the two red hair ribbons and laughed, "What? Not keeping one for yourself?"

Nomiyama glanced down at the black hairband on his wrist and shook his head: "Don't you like wearing pigtails and red? This suits you perfectly."

"Who told you I like red?"

Nomiyama glanced at the red kimono he had given her and cautiously asked, "A guess?"

Sayuri Sawamura glanced down at her kimono, no longer denying it, and simply reached out to take the hair ribbon he offered.

Clutching it in her hand, looking down at it, she suddenly became somewhat dazed.

Speaking of gifts, the most frequent gift I've received over the years, besides Eriri, is actually from my little brother. Even in our daily phone conversations, apart from Eriri, he's basically the person I love to talk to the most.

With her eyes slightly lowered, she put down the empty orange soda in her hand, stood up, put her hands behind her back, and said something she herself hadn't expected.

"Let's go check out that store. Free clothes, why not take them?"

Nomiyama's eyes widened, and he quickly followed up: "We're not a couple, why are you getting involved?"

Sawamura Sayuri walked ahead, and without thinking, even more explosive words spilled out.

"Just pretend it is."

Nomiyama walked beside her, his eyebrows furrowing repeatedly, but in the end he said nothing.

After a while, Nomiyama looked at the pictures on his phone and fell silent.

Those were pictures of the two of them wearing various matching outfits. Some were of them posing individually, while others were close-up photos of them together. The shop manager said that the two of them were a rare couple who were both good-looking and had similar temperaments, and asked if they wanted to take some photos to remember the occasion. Xiaobaihe immediately agreed.

They tried on at least a dozen different outfits...

Reaching out, Nomiyama placed the two sets of couple outfits that had been given to him on the counter, a little apologetic: "Could you leave them here for a while and come back to pick them up later?"

Ms. OL smiled and nodded, speaking politely: "Of course, you can go ahead and do your work."

Then Nomiyama looked at the person beside him who had changed back into a red kimono.

Sayuri Sawamura waved her hand casually, as if understanding: "Go ahead, remember to get along well with Eriri, and don't bully her."

Nomiyama turned around with dissatisfaction: "I have never bullied Eriri. It is she who yells at me."

After he left, Sayuri Sawamura stopped picking out clothes and turned to look at the store manager.

Her voice turned cold: "Wrap up all the clothes you just tried on. Send the women's clothes to the Sawamura family, and keep the men's clothes for him later."

"You should know where the Sawamura family is, right?"

The middle-aged female store manager paused slightly, then quickly nodded: "I know, I know. Since you're here, regarding the clothes, we..."

"Just do as usual. Swipe my card. I'm here to shop, not to rob you."

Sayuri Sawamura handed over her bank card.

The store manager carefully took the photo and then handed it to the waiting clerk next to her. She bent down slightly and said carefully, "Um, I think your photo with that person is very suitable. Would you like it printed out as a sample for the store's display?"

"Need not."

Sayuri Sawamura lowered her eyelids, then added, "Just send the photos and clothes to my house together. And don't let anyone know that we shopped here today."

The store manager cautiously replied, "Understood."

......

Yukino Yukinoshita pulled Eriri to sit on a bench in the center of the mall, her gaze following a doll as it moved.

I really want to get a closer look at Mr. Pan's large figurines...

Her eyes lit up as she watched Mr. Pan sell balloons with his fleshy claws that had sharp points.

"Um, Yukino, what are we doing here?"

Eriri Sawamura sat next to her, licking the candied apple she had just bought, looking puzzled.

Yukino Yukinoshita simply looked at the giant Mr. Pan selling balloons and softly replied, "Wait for him."

"Wait for him?" Eriri Sawamura took a bite of the candied apple, making a crunchy sound as she chewed.

"How would that idiot know you were waiting here?"

Yukino Yukinoshita looked away, took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Don't imitate him, talking while eating."

Eriri Sawamura swallowed the crumbs of candy, a little embarrassed: "Hehe, I'm used to it."

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't say anything more, but looked at Mr. Pan again: "He will come looking for you."

Eriri Sawamura continued cleaning the transparent sugar coating off the apple, and asked her, puzzled, "Why?"

Yukino Yukinoshita's gaze remained unchanged: "When he realizes I'm not following, he'll come back to find me on his own."

Eriri Sawamura was about to say something, but in the end she just lowered her head and cleaned up her candied apples.

She suddenly felt that the sugar coating in her mouth was slightly bitter. Yes, they were a couple, childhood sweethearts, and they understood each other. When one of them did something, the other could always immediately understand what the other was thinking.

Unlike others, he had always been an obstacle in their way. Even the bystanders would say, "Hey, how come this guy is so clueless? Can't he see that the male and female leads are about to get on track? What are you doing standing there blocking the way?"

With her eyes lowered, Eriri Sawamura stopped talking and took bites of the slightly sour apple beneath the sugar coating.

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't notice anything unusual about her friend; she was just looking at Mr. Pan with a serious expression.

Although he had a fierce expression, Mr. Pan handed each customer a balloon very gently.

That's right, because Mr. Pan is the kind of creature who looks fierce but is actually very gentle and cute.

Then Mr. Pan had "250 yen each" written on his chest, and a small pocket on his stomach for holding coins.

That's to be expected, since Mr. Pan can't speak.

So...so cute...

She continued observing until she felt gradually satisfied, then Yukino Yukinoshita took out her phone to record the event.

"Hey, two little girls, shopping alone must be boring, right? Need some company?"

Yukino Yukinoshita frowned and looked up at the four people approaching. The one who spoke was a young man with strangely dyed green hair.

Eriri Sawamura's eyes widened, and instinctively, she shifted her position, moving closer to her best friend.

Yukino Yukinoshita reached out to block Eriri and stood up.

I haven't encountered this kind of thing in a long time. In fact, I've rarely encountered anything that requires me to do it myself since elementary school.

After all, I haven't been able to properly fight him lately when I've run into him.

A smile played on her lips, and she suddenly felt a surge of excitement. She knew exactly what it was—it was a part of the human gene pool, a symbol of violent impulse.

Just as she was about to step forward and reach out, her gaze shifted.

The tall, fat, and clumsy puppet staggered forward.

He staggered, and one of his hands, seemingly unintentionally, landed on Green Hair's body.

The green-haired youth flew forward a few meters and then remained motionless.

The Mr. Pan doll covered its mouth with both hands, seemingly at a loss.

"You bastard! What have you done?!"

Among the four, the blond-haired man turned around, furious. He strode forward, clenching his fist and pulling hard.

The Mr. Pan doll was forced backward by a punch, its body swaying. It tried to maintain its balance by waving its hands and spinning around.

The circling hand seemed to accidentally touch the blond man's chin.

The blond-haired boy rose from the ground, then landed, limp, and closed his eyes.

Mr. Pan finally stopped waving his hand. He stood up straight, turned his head, looked at the two motionless people, and seemed a little embarrassed. Then he quickly walked up to a black-haired man, bowed his head and apologized.