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Yukino Yukinoshita pondered for a moment: "Either Hiratsuka-sensei is drunk, or he's going to Usagiyama Town to freeload, or perhaps..."

“Or perhaps, he went to find some other woman.” Sakurajima Mai’s voice was colder.

Yukino Yukinoshita gripped the fishing rod he offered, her brows furrowed. She had been by his side lately, and besides Mai, was there someone else she hadn't noticed?

Kato Megumi quietly ate her grilled fish, her gaze lingering on the aloof-looking girl for a moment, but she remained silent.

They must have gone to find Senior Haruno.

But there's no need for her to say anything, because you can't hide fire with paper; it will only burn more fiercely, and Yukinoshita will eventually realize what's going on.

Just wait for it to erupt, preferably a fierce fire that burns both sisters to death.

Eriri Sawamura squatted by the river, taking big bites of grilled fish, too lazy to join their conversation.

As my mother said, right now, getting in is the most important thing; everything else is irrelevant.

Once she becomes his girlfriend, he will naturally favor her.

Thinking of this, she spat out the fish bone, slightly annoyed.

Why isn't summer vacation here yet?

......

Nomiyama knocked on the door of Haruno's apartment, carrying a convenience bag.

A moment later, the door was opened, and the girl, wearing his oversized T-shirt, laughed heartily.

"Good afternoon, boyfriend."

"Good afternoon, silly sister."

Nomiyama went inside and closed the door behind him.

"I want a kiss." Yukinoshita Haruno licked her lips and leaned in.

Nomiyama pushed her with a helpless expression: "Eat first."

Yukinoshita stepped back, her arms crossed, her face flushed, and whispered, "Boyfriend, h."

"I was pushing your shoulder." Nomiyama's expression remained unchanged as he walked towards the refrigerator. He reached out, opened it, glanced at it, then turned his head, slightly displeased. "You're not incapable of cooking, so why are you eating frozen food all the time?"

Yukino Shino shrugged, unconcerned: "It's too much trouble to cook for myself; fast food is more convenient."

"Then let's solve this problem as soon as possible." Nomiyama stuffed the ingredients into the refrigerator, his voice lowered. "I'll figure something out for Yukinoshita."

Yukinoshita smiled and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"It means I want to be closer to you, it means you are my girlfriend, and you can eat my cooking every day, or cook for me every day."

Nomiyama looked at the overflowing refrigerator: "Yukinoshita Haruno, don't look like you can't even take care of yourself."

Sniffing the room, he continued, "And don't drink any more alcohol. Don't be like Hiratsuka Shizuka; he's single for his late twenties, and you're not."

Yukino looked at him and thought for a moment: "Is this a heartfelt confession?"

Nomiyama, carrying the remaining dinner ingredients, passed by her, paused, and knocked.

"It's genuine disdain."

"Oh, my brother-in-law is disgusted with me." Yukinoshita Haruno followed him into the kitchen.

Nomiyama clicked his tongue as he listened to the term "brother-in-law" being mentioned again, and felt her gently embracing him from behind.

"Sister, do you really have some kind of NTR problem?"

"Look at you, you start by calling me 'older sister,' and then you say I love NTR?"

"I've caught your bad habit." Nomiyama said seriously as he chopped vegetables.

"Okay, okay, I believe my brother-in-law." Yukinoshita Haruno hugged him tighter, pressing her face against his back.

Nomiyama paused in her chopping, looking helpless. "Young man, can you let me finish cooking before you hug me?"

“No, Yukino usually has more opportunities, so I have to use time to win.” Yukinoshita Haruno had a good reason.

Nomiyama fell silent, exhaled, and continued his cooking process.

Whatever you want.

Yukinoshita hugged him, nuzzled his cheek, and stopped being playful, whispering, "Kazehaya, almost done, almost we'll go home."

Nomiyama paused slightly upon hearing the word 'home' before responding.

"Ah."

"But when are you going to stay away from me? Who cooks with a clingy person hugging them from behind? Do you think you're some kind of ghost?"

"With a body like mine pressed against you, shouldn't you look completely satisfied?!"

"..." Nomiyama was silent.

"Ha, men."

......

After dinner, after washing the dishes, Nomiyama looked at Haruno, who was sprawled on the sofa, and walked over.

I sat next to her, watching TV quietly in silence.

After a while, he turned his head, somewhat surprised: "You're not going to lay a hand on me?"

Yukinoshita shrank back, leaning closer to the sofa back, and glanced at him: "Yukino's not here, so I'm not interested in you anymore."

Nomiyama's eyelids twitched wildly. What do you mean you're not interested in me because Yukino isn't here? Do you like stealing your own sister's boyfriend, or do you like me?

With an unfriendly look in his eyes, he glanced at the lazy-looking person.

Yukino looked up at him with a disdainful and cold expression: "Stay away from me, you useless thing."

Nomiyama couldn't bear it any longer, so he pounced on her and pinned her down.

With her hands pinned down, Yukino looked at the person above her and still sneered, "What? Planning to force yourself on me?"

"Heh." Nomiyama was too lazy to say anything more and pressed closer.

"Bastard... ugh... scumbag... ugh... you stinky brother-in-law..."

As the sound faded, Yukinoshita's body went limp, but her attitude became even more forceful. She struggled to hold him, rolled over onto him, and her breathing became more rapid.

Nomiyama pushed her down again and left, looking down at her flushed face: "You brat, when are you going to stop being so stubborn?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Yukinoshita Haruno panted, pulled him close, and continued kissing him.

The sound of breathing gradually became clearer in the room. At a certain moment, until a certain spot was grasped, Nomiyama broke free and moved a little further away from the sofa.

Yukinoshita Haruno glared at him with displeasure: "What do you mean?"

Nomiyama calmed his racing heart: "My girlfriend is still waiting for me to cook dinner at home. I have to go home."

Yukino grabbed a pillow and threw it at him: "When are you finally going to let me eat you up?!"

Nomiyama looked at her, reached out, grabbed a pillow, and threw it back at her: "You're asking me? Every time you buy those condoms, they're expired for at least two years. Do you think I'd dare use them???"

Yukino's gaze shifted, and she whistled.

Nomiyama put on his slippers and walked towards the door: "Let's wait until you confess. We can't just say something when we're explaining things to Yukinoshita."

Congratulations, you have a nephew now.

Nomiyama rubbed his temples: "I'll be killed."

"Hehe, she wouldn't dare do anything to you." Yukinoshita Haruno followed behind him.

When she reached the door, she didn't say anything, she just opened her arms.

Nomiyama opened the door, then turned around, hugged her, and reached out to rub her head.

"ASAP."

"Well, wait for me."

......

Before heading home, Nomiyama went to the supermarket again to stock up on groceries for the family.

He counted and realized there were at least five people in his house. In silence, he finally left the supermarket carrying two large plastic bags.

On his journey, he looked up at the moon in the sky.

Perhaps because of the influence of the snow, he has also started to pay attention to the moon in the sky lately.

He had heard a poem.

I wonder for whom the bright moon waits.

It means, who is the bright moon in the sky waiting for?

Looking back now, the bright moon in the sky is fickle; it waits for everyone, for people of today, and for people of the past.

It is definitely not waiting for a single person.

So it's unfair, because people on Earth can only see this one moon, but the moon sees more than just one person.

Seeing the lights on in his own house, Nomiyama walked over.

From the very beginning, it was actually me who let them down.

They are so good that they can tolerate my various problems.

She's really lucky.

Thinking it over, he pushed open the door.

Two seconds later, he was bumped into by the golden-haired little man who had jumped into his arms.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the people standing in the living room, his face blank.

"Waaaaah!! I've been bullied!!!"

Were you bullied?

Nomiyama kicked the door shut and looked at the group of people with a puzzled expression.

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him but ignored him.

Kato Megumi silently looked away.

Mai Sakurajima sighed, "I wanted Eriri to live downstairs, and then..."

Do you want Eriri to live downstairs?

Nomiyama recalls the layout of the second floor.

There are five rooms upstairs. I have one room, and I've reserved one for Miyami. Then, Megumi and Yukinoshita each have one room.

Then a few days ago, Mai-senpai took over Eriri's room.

this...

Nomiyama reached out and ruffled the blond head in his arms, then turned his gaze to Yukinoshita.

Yukino Yukinoshita noticed his gaze, gave him a cold look, and then said softly, "Eriri, let's sleep together."

Eriri Sawamura turned her head away, her eyes still red and her nose still twitching.

Nomiyama continued to rub her head and whispered, "It's perfect, you two haven't talked in a long time."

Upon hearing this, Eriri Sawamura thought for a moment, then stepped on his foot.

"It's because you're such a troublemaker that my relationship with Yukino is fine."

Nomiyama watched her walk away, glanced at Mai-senpai who seemed indifferent, and remained silent as he carried the ingredients toward the kitchen.

There was no way to refuse; my girlfriend wanted a room.

He walked to the refrigerator, put down one bag, and then carried the other bag to the kitchen.

After he left, Kato Megumi quietly opened the refrigerator, took out the ingredients one by one from the convenience bag, and put them in the refrigerator according to his habit.

Mai Sakurajima took out some snacks and handed them to Eriri, who was still leaning against Yukino with red eyes.

Nomiyama went into the kitchen and took out the ingredients to prepare.