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"Although I don't think there's anything wrong with feeding Hui, the reason he gave was terrible. Tomorrow I'll go to his house and make him lose face. He's just a weakling who's fourth in the family, yet he dares to act tough with me."

"Oh, right, I bought a candied apple. Did you buy one, senior...?"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because someone threw themselves into his arms.

Because some dampness flowed down the girl's chin, gradually down his shoulders and neck, past his short sleeves, and onto his chest.

Nomi Yamate hesitated for a moment, then carefully embraced her.

"I'm here."

218 Family Disputes

"I'm here."

Nomiyama simply gave the senior a definite answer.

As they touched, their body heat intertwined, and his presence became unmistakable.

Mai Sakurajima didn't say anything, she just squeezed harder.

Time passed quietly until a certain moment when the girl let go of her hand.

She bent down, picked up the convenience bag at their feet, and walked towards the kitchen, still without saying a word.

Nomiyama didn't think much of it and quietly followed.

"I'll cook, Kazehaya can just wait."

"Oh." Nomiyama watched his senior walk into the kitchen, then turned and sat on the sofa. He pressed the remote and switched the TV to the movie channel.

Weathering With You

It's alright, good time to rewatch it.

He curled up on the sofa, took out his phone, and checked his messages.

Big, super big, Miss: [You said you were busy lately and asked me to give you some time, but it turns out you're planning to cheat on me?]

Nomiyama listened to the sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen, his fingertips lightly tracing the edge of his phone.

I remember everything; the street interviews just now were very effective.

Wearing a green hat shouldn't count. I made eye contact with my senior a few days ago, but I didn't intend to kiss her. Besides, she's Yukinoshita's friend.

Mai-senpai is a very mature person. She is very mindful of boundaries. Apart from the brief physical contact when she lost control of her emotions in the heavy rain, the hugging when they jumped from the sky, the hug just now, and the time they wrapped each other in blankets and slept on the sofa...

Looking at the chat page, Nomiyama suddenly remembered that after being struck by lightning that day, his senior came over and hugged him, and he didn't dodge.

After thinking for a while, he replied: [It's a request from the Service Club to help Mai-senpai regain her presence.]

He then looked at the next message.

Hui: [Remember to come tomorrow if everything's over!]

Tomorrow, it's the weekend, I'm going to Hui's house for dinner, as her boyfriend.

Nomi Yamakaze: [Yes, I remember.]

He scrolled past the message and looked at another one.

Second, Miss No. 2: [Nomiyama-kun, a request is a request, but please don't insult Mai's taste and standards for choosing a partner.]

Nomiyama curled his lip and didn't utter a single word of praise.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

Second, Miss, second place: [Well done, see you Monday]

Nomiyama pouted and replied: 【Oh? A verbal compliment?】

Second, Second Miss, Second Place: [So, what does Nomiyama-kun want?]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [Your bed looks pretty soft.]

Second, Miss Second, second place: [It is quite soft; you can imagine how soft the yellow waste bacteria is.]

......

"The wind blows early."

"Ok?"

Nomiyama paused his movements and looked up.

"At least have some manners." Mai Sakurajima sighed, stood up, grabbed a tissue, and bent down to gently wipe his mouth.

Nomiyama looked at her, who was still wearing the Yukinoshita Neko apron, and then shifted his gaze to the dishes on the table. They all had some chili added, in a way that he liked, but to a degree that his senior couldn't quite accept.

Finally, his gaze settled on his senior's lips, which were glistening with oil. Her lips were rosy and soft, and because of the spiciness, her mouth was slightly open, with breaths constantly blowing in her direction.

Nomiyama licked his lips, then lowered his head, ignoring the light wiping motion, and continued eating.

Mai Sakurajima withdrew her hand, a slight smile playing on her lips as she sat back in her chair.

We've caught them.

Kazehaya's greedy little tail.

She gently picked up a piece of steamed fish, dipped it in the sauce, put it in her mouth, chewed and swallowed, then looked at the person opposite her who moved quickly.

"Kazehaya, if today's interview doesn't work, do you have any other ideas?"

Nomiyama's cheeks bulged, and finally he grabbed the water glass beside him, tilted his head back, and gulped it down, letting out a long breath.

"Yes, going to see the immortals is the simplest way. If they caused the trouble, I can easily make them resolve it. Interviewing to increase fame and then emphasizing Mai-senpai's existence under the watchful eyes of many people is a second-best option."

"And what about the third one?" Mai Sakurajima asked him curiously.

Nomiyama paused for a moment, looked in the direction of a certain mountain, and shook his head: "The third method will definitely get you out of your current situation, but it will take some time to prepare. For a fairly long period of time, you will only be able to communicate with me."

"I see."

Mai Sakurajima sighed, then got up and began clearing away the plates.

Nomiyama put down the clean bowl and got up to help her clean up.

"It's good that you're resting early. I'll do the dishes today," Mai Sakurajima said.

"Isn't this usually my job?" Nomi Yamate paused.

“That’s why I’m here today.” Mai Sakurajima smiled at him. “After all, I’ve received a lot of care, so I have to do something before I leave.”

Nomiyama thought about it and felt there was no problem. He simply put down the bowl, turned around and walked towards the sofa.

Now that you've decided what to do, there's no need to think about it anymore.

He slumped onto the sofa, rubbed his stomach, and started watching TV.

His gaze would inevitably drift to the female students walking past the TV toward the kitchen, some wearing cat aprons, others not.

He suddenly remembered something.

At first, the senior called him Nomiyama Junior, then Junior, then he alternated between Junior and Kazehaya, and now it seems that he has become Kazehaya.

As Nomiyama pondered this matter, he sensed his senior sitting down beside him.

Looking up at the person looking down at him, Nomiyama felt slightly uncomfortable and prepared to get up.

A finger gently pressed down on my forehead.

"It's early, I have to go home."

Nomiyama abandoned the idea of ​​getting up and simply said, "Congratulations."

"Ah."

Sakurajima Mai looked at him; their gazes were still reversed, but this time Sakurajima Mai's eyes lingered on his lips for a little longer.

But she did nothing; she simply stood up, put her hands behind her back, and walked toward the entrance.

"It's so early in the morning, are you going to see me off?"

"Ah."

Nomiyama got up and followed behind her.

After changing their shoes, the two went outside.

"Was Kazehaya watching 'Weathering With You' just now?"

Mai Sakurajima walked ahead, but slowed down, waiting for him to catch up.

"Yes, senior has seen it?" Nomiyama asked in return.

"I've seen it. If I remember correctly, the ending was that Tokyo was swallowed up by continuous torrential rain."

"Yes, because the male protagonist rescued the female protagonist, the world lost the conditions that allowed the sky to clear up, and from then on there was only rain."

"I need sunflowers more than sunny days."

Mai Sakurajima turned her head to look at him and said softly, "Famous line, Kazehaya."

“Yes,” Nomiyama added, “I really like that sentence.”

"why?"

"Because sunny days are something that can be lost, but people you like can't. Without people I like, I would feel bored with this world."

"I see." Mai Sakurajima looked up at the car parked on the side of the street and breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's settled then, Kazehaya, see you Monday."

Nomiyama stopped abruptly: "See you on Monday."

He watched as his senior walked slowly toward the car, then quickened her pace and hugged the person who got out of the car.

He simply watched, making no move to approach. This was a joyous reunion between mother and daughter, and had nothing to do with him, an outsider.

After standing quietly for a few minutes, Nomiyama watched as his senior waved to him, so he waved back in response to say goodbye.

As for Ms. Sakurajima's bow of thanks, he simply turned away and pretended not to see it.

It wasn't for nothing; I completed two Service Department requests myself, and Yukinoshita is Zero.

Their future status within the family will be determined all at once this time.

Ah, beneath the snow.

The advantage lies with me.

As he walked home, something came to mind.

Mai-senpai, did you forget to take your clothes back with you? It seems like you left empty-handed.

This is such a hassle; I'll have to tell her again on Monday.

He took out his key, pushed open the door, glanced at the deserted living room, and closed the door.

He turned and walked across the street.

Forget it, it's not comfortable to live in a house alone.

He picked out the key, inserted it into the lock, and pushed the door open.

He naturally opened his arms and naturally caught the person who lunged at him.

He slammed the door shut behind him, then picked the other person up and carried them to the sofa: "When are you finally going to mature?"

Yukinoshita Miyabi felt a little wronged: "You haven't come for quite a few days."

Nomiyama sat on the sofa, placed her on his lap, and ran his fingers through her loose hair: "Isn't this the first thing I did after resolving the matter?"

Yukinoshita Miyami thought of the interview she had just had and her expression hardened: "If she really is a pervert, Kazehaya, remember to tell me, and I'll drown her in Tokyo Bay."

Nomiyama sighed and pinched her cheek: "If you're not a pervert, stop pretending."