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Chapter 215

REIKA-SAMA – 215



 

I forgot about that tragic present for now .

After returning to the living room I ate the tasty milk pudding that Kanta-kun made while Wakaba-chan and I spoke about the school trip .

She seemed to be quite excited for it, having bought a location guide book and everything .

“I’m so excited . This is my first time going overseas, you know? Hey, Kisshouin-san, did you ever see the changing of the guards?”

“I did . I watched with my own eyes as guards with these huuuuge hats marched down the street . ”

“I’m so jealous! I wanna see it too!”

Her siblings joined in and we happily chatted together about good tourist spots as they looked through the guide .

When it was about time that we began preparing dinner, Wakaba-chan’s mother came back .

“Welcome, Coro-chan!” she greeted me .

“Thank you for having me here today,” I said .

Wakaba-chan handed my present over .

“Mum, look at what Kisshouin-san got us . ”

“My, thank you! Gosh, what good meat!”

Wakaba-chan got up to help her mother in the kitchen while Kanta-kun and I set up the table and brought out the hot plates .

We were using two of them since her family was quite large .

I liked being able to help like this .

It felt like I wasn’t just some guest that they still had reservations against .

Maybe I counted as one of them~? Ehehe .

“Hey, Cornet . At Suiran you greet each other with ‘gokigen’yoh’, right? How come you don’t say ‘gokigen’yoh’ then?” he wondered .

“TPO,” I answered .

If I came here and said that, I’d look pretentious .

Life is all about adapting yourself .

But then the twins wanted to hear me act like an ojousama instead .

“Coro-chan, say ‘gokigen’yoh’ for us~?”

“Do an ‘ohoho’ . ”

So they really did think of me as an ‘ohoho’…

The Ohoho Cornet Girl…

I had better pay attention to the way I laughed while I was with them .

By the time Wakaba-chan’s father had come back from work, the cooking was about to begin .

Wakaba-chan, Kanta-kun, and I were using one hot plate together .

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed . “There’s a lot of meat today . ”

“Coro-chan brought it over,” explained his mum . “The meat on this plate is the good stuff, so try some later . ”

“You did good, Cornet!” he laughed .

Their family seemed to be enjoying the meat I brought .

Thanks to that, I was able to eat with fewer reservations .

Mmmmm, food was somehow better when eaten with lots of people like this .

Aaah~ This ponzu sauce was great!

It was a bit nostalgic .

In my old life too, we used a hotplate like this to have yakiniku .

Seeing the normal family in front of me, I couldn’t help but relax and accidentally said “Wakaba-chan” a few times, before hurriedly correcting myself .

Sometimes I just slipped up .



Wakaba-chan didn’t seem to mind though .

I wondered if that meant I could call her that at school too, then…

After having my fill I had to go home .

The Takamichi house was accepting and comfortable so I would have liked to stay, but I had my own curfew and had to hurry .

When I left they gave me some cake to bring back home .

“Sorry that it’s only leftovers . ”

Then Wakaba-chan’s father drove me to the train station .

There was nothing more I could want from them .

When I got off the car, Wakaba-chan and her dad waved goodbye and saw me off .


“See you tomorrow!”

I waved back .

Aah, that was fun .

I wanted to visit again already .

While I sat on the train I wrote Wakaba-chan a thank you message .

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Since Otousama and Okaasama were out at a party tonight, nobody asked me where I had gone .

I had just made it in time for my curfew, and only Oniisama was there .

“Welcome back, Reika . ”

“I am home, Oniisama . ”



Oniisama gave a sniff .

“You smell like cooked meat,” he said .

Oh gosh!

To the bath it is!

After washing my hair carefully with some fragrant shampoo, I changed into some home clothing and brought the cake out into the living room .

“Oniisama, I have some cake . Have some with me?”

“Thanks, I will . ”

After making some tea, I took a seat next to Oniisama and began eating the strawberry shortcake .

“Say, Oniisama? What kind of friends do you mostly have?”

“Friends? Hmm, I guess the majority of them are ones I made as a student . After joining the workforce most of my relationships became tied to my job, so it’s hard to call them true friends, I guess . ”

“I see . Then by student days, you mean from Suiran?”

“You could say that . Hmm, besides them, also some people I knew from other schools, or people I hit it off with while travelling . Different sorts . ”

“I see… Oniisama? Are any of your friends from normal households?”

“By normal households, you mean people from the normal working class?”

“Well, yes…”

Oniisama looked at me for a while, before he eventually replied .

“…I do . After I became a high schooler, I made some External friends, and I have a lot of friends like that from university as well . ”

“I see…” I muttered to myself .

Having finished eating, I put down my fork and sank into thought .

Oniisama seemed to realise something and patted my head .

“Reika . Don’t worry about how our parents think . Don’t worry about where they come from . If you think they’re worth it, then be with them,” he told me .

“Yeah…”

I hoped that one day I could introduce Oniisama to Wakaba-chan .

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I was a bit worried about meeting Fuyuko-sama the next Monday, but she didn’t really say anything different to me .

Phew, thank goodness…

Hopefully nobody would find out about the things the tanuki spirit had made me do during the weekend .

Still, the person I was even more awkward about meeting was Kaburagi .

At first I had just considered his romance somebody else’s problem, but having seen what happened to the fruits of his efforts with my own eyes, I just couldn’t help but sympathise with him now .

Thanks to that, it was hard to treat his issues as flippantly as I used to .

God, seeing that necklace was sorrow itself .

If I left that guy alone, he was just going to produce tragedy after tragedy for himself, mark my words .

And the one who’d end up watching every step would be me .

Which was bad, because eventually I’d cry .

Like, seriously bawl .

I mean that necklace was bad enough .

Just how long did he spend making that?

I’d never done anything like that myself, so I didn’t know how tough it was, but it had to be like when a girl knit a scarf for her crush .

Well, leaving aside how much heavier the jewellery was, at least…

For my own ease of heart, I was going to have to be a bit kinder to him during our discussions .



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