Yuu-2
It was a daily tradition for Misa and I to bathe together like this—a ritual for us.
Misa sported a somewhat petite body even for someone of her age. Her spinal cord stood out against her back, and when I touched her thin, wiry back with my palm, I could sense keenly that this girl was still growing. She needed more meat on her bones, but perhaps her genes left her with rather scarce options.
After I rinsed her body, I ran my fingers through her soft, pliable hair. As I was washing her hair—
“Onee-chan, there’s something serious I want to talk to you about,” Misa spoke up suddenly in a meek tone.
“What is it…?”
“That guy you were with, umm—”
“Kusaoka Haruma-san.”
“Right, about Kusaoka-senpai. There’s something I’m curious about…”
That was Haruma-san for you. To think that even the angelic Misa could not hold herself back when it came to him. I wondered if perhaps I should chase him out of my abode as soon as I had finished recouping my strength.
“Answer me seriously.” Misa shrugged. “Onee-chan, are you dating Kusaoka-senpai?” she cackled unpleasantly, as if she was expecting something.
“Oh my goodness. You’ve really grown up fast…” I let out a sigh on reflex.
“Come on! Tell me!”
“…If one of us felt that way and the other didn’t, there’s nothing that can be done.”
However much Haruma-san loved me, I could not really see him as someone of the opposite sex, so Haruma-san’s love was completely one-sided. Please don’t cry, Haruma-san!
“Ohhh, I see…” Misa sounded let down. “And here I thought it would’ve been nice if he was your boyfriend…”
“Oh my, does he interest you that much?”
“Nope, not at all. But I thought you liked that type, Onee-chan.”
Did this little sister of mine think I have unusual tastes? How affronting.
As she traced the bathroom towel with the tip of her tiny feet, Misa spoke up quietly. “You know, Onee-chan. You always tell me that I should think about myself. I think you should think about yourself too sometimes.”
“…I do more things for myself than you think, Misa.”
“I guess so. I wonder about that. You’re really good at hiding your own feelings, Onee-chan. You’re a really nice person.” Misa gazed up at me from where she was sitting next to me. “No matter what anyone says, you’re an angel, Onee-chan!” she insisted.
I could feel my nose getting pointier. How peculiar. Was it because of the shampoo? I deceive others by lathering on shampoo.
“Is something the matter, Onee-chan? Does your stomach hurt?”
“…Oh no, I just felt a little peckish, that’s all. Let’s have a sumptuous meal.”
“Yep!” Misa laughed.
I ran my fingers through her hair over and over. I resisted my urge to hug her; I must persevere instead.
I must have persevered so much that I squeezed the bottle too much, because I ran out of shampoo. I wondered if I had enough bottles in supply to replace it.
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