The Ex-Boyfriend Nurses Back to Health
“You got it.”
In what could only be described as a folly of youth, I had a so-called girlfriend during eighth and ninth grade. Every time I reflect on this part of my life, I can’t help but think that no matter how wonderful the human mind is at forgetting things, it has a huge flaw that can’t be ignored.
Despite wanted knowledge easily slipping through the cracks, unwanted knowledge remains firmly in one’s mind. This has to be some kind of defect. If abnormalities in a living being’s functions are called sicknesses, then humans are born filled with such maladies. I might’ve phrased that in a way that makes it sound like the musings of a philosopher from days long past, but the topic is relevant. After all, today’s story deals with sickness.
“Sickness” in this context does not refer to some kind of life-threatening disease from my childhood—that never happened to me. I’ll instead leave that kind of situation for some stereotypically beautiful-yet-frail girl who appears perfectly healthy at first glance. No, the afflicting “malady” I’m talking about was just a common cold, and the one afflicted hadn’t been me, but that girl, Yume Irido.
This had happened back in November of eighth grade. The cold of winter had silently crept up on us, making for a bone-chilling morning for Ayai and me to meet up before school at our usual spot. The only problem was that there was no sign of her at all.
I, being the extremely nice guy that I was back then, tried texting her out of concern. That’s when I found out that she was staying home because she’d caught a cold. I let her know that I hoped she felt better and walked to school by myself for the first time in what felt like forever.
Back then, our school was still stuck in the past, using god knows how much paper instead of just going paperless. I firmly believed that they should have sent printouts through email so nobody’d ever lose them, but on that particular day, I was happy they were still passing out physical copies.
“Is there anyone who can deliver these printouts to Ayai?” our homeroom teacher asked as the school day ended.
Of course, no one spoke up. These kinds of menial tasks were typically left to the class representative, but this was anything but a “menial task” in my eyes. The fact that we were actively hiding our relationship might’ve bit me in the ass at that moment, but I was still my clever self.
That’s why as soon as our homeroom teacher asked for a volunteer, I was able to come up with the perfect excuse that would make me the perfect candidate to take the printouts to her house.
“Um... Her house is on my way home.”
Thinking back, it was just an average, run-of-the-mill excuse, but at least it gave me a legitimate reason to go see Ayai—everything was in place for the “sick visit” event.
When I arrived, I looked up at the number of the apartment I had arrived at per my homeroom teacher’s directions. I was filled with anxiety. What if nobody else is home? Should I just give her the printouts and leave? Nuh-uh. No way. Ayai only has her mom. She’s probably home alone right now. I bet she’s lonely.
Whenever I’d catch a cold, I’d always be left by myself at home, so I really sympathized with how she must’ve been feeling. Part of me wanted to surprise her by ringing the doorbell, but I knew better than to surprise a sick person. Instead, I pulled out my phone and messaged her.
Yume: What?! I-Irido-kun? Y-You’re here?! In front of my door?!
Oops, guess I surprised her anyway. I was happy she had the energy to be surprised, though. It was a good sign. I thought she’d open the door for me right then and there, but...
Yume: J-Just give me a minute—no, a second!
Me: Are you getting changed?
Yume: O-Of course I am!
Me: You have a fever, so don’t worry about how you look. It doesn’t matter to me.
If one were to put what I’d said into MizutoTranslate, it’d come out as: “I want to see you in your pajamas.”
Die in your adolescence, past me.
But convincing her not to change had been worth it, because the next moment, there was Ayai standing in the doorway, outfitted in her pastel-pink pajamas. She was so goddamn cute—ahem—I mean, yeah, she looked pretty normal. There was nothing at all special about her pajamas, but they did suit her well.
Of course, I didn’t just give her the printouts and leave. No, I was very eager to do a lot of things for her while she rested in bed. My definition of “a lot of things” in this situation basically amounted to peeling an apple and helping her sip a sports drink. I would like to take this moment to strongly insist that I did not wipe down her body or anything like that! I’m serious—nothing like that happened at all!
There wasn’t really much left for me to do after all that, so I spent most of my time sitting by her bed. Just as I was thinking that I should leave soon since Ayai’s mom would probably be coming home early, Ayai peered at me from under the covers, her face still red from the fever.
“Irido-kun?”
“Oh, is there something else I can do for you?”
“Um, well...”
For a while, it looked like she was squirming around under the covers, but soon enough she popped out her hand and said, “I-It might make me happy if you held my hand...”
Of course, her request didn’t even come close to making my heart beat a hundred times faster (it was beating at a perfectly normal rate!), but I understood where she was coming from. When people get sick, especially when they’re home alone, they become a little more vulnerable than usual and yearn for another human’s warmth.
“You got it.” I squeezed Ayai’s hand. It was small and hot—almost like the hand of a baby.
“Heh heh.” Ayai let out a sheepish but happy laugh and slowly began nodding off. Eventually, my ears were caressed by the gentle sound of her breathing as she slept. I won’t lie or make any kind of excuse—all my past self wanted to do right then, right there was hold her hand like that forever.
Unfortunately, there was a very real problem I was already aware of. If I had indeed continued sitting there, holding Ayai’s hand like that forever, I would inevitably run into her mom. It would spell trouble if she came home only to find that a guy had snuck into the apartment where her only daughter lay.
After listening to her sleep for about half an hour, I very regrettably let go of her hand and left the Ayai household. Thinking back on it, I think I left at the perfect time because I’m almost certain that, on my way home, I passed by Yuni-san. I really cut it close, but it all worked out.
◇
“Huh? Now that I think about it, where’s Irido-san?” asked Kogure Kawanami, surveying the classroom while waltzing right up to me as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
I figured that he’d ask me something like this, though, so I already had an answer prepared.
“Her? She’s sick at home, sleeping.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. Well, her environment’s changed a lot. I’m sure the fatigue’s caught up to her,” I explained.
She had a new home and a new last name; the cherry on top was that she had to share both of those with me. With all that in mind, it was no wonder that she was out of commission. I was perfectly fine, though.
“Really?! Yume-chan’s not gonna be here today?” A loud voice accosted my ears from behind. I was about to ignore it reflexively, but before that could happen, the figure of a small-framed girl entered my vision, her ponytail bobbing up and down.
She was approximately the same size as Yume had been in eighth grade, but she was somehow much more animated and noticeable. Maybe it was due to those standout qualities or the fact that she was with Yume a lot, but I actually knew her name. It was Akatsuki Minami.
She was one of the girls that Yume Irido surrounded herself with and was always, without fail, the very first person to greet Yume when she arrived at school.
“Is her cold okay? How high’s her temperature?!” Minami-san asked, grabbing the sides of my desk and leaning in too close for comfort.
“I-I heard that it was about thirty-eight degrees celsius.”
“Thirty-eight?! She’s dying!”
“Calm down, Minami. You’re freaking Irido out,” Kawanami said. He grabbed Minami-san by the collar of her shirt and lifted her up.
Thanks to that, I had breathing room again. Thank you, Kawanami. I’m not good with people who can’t respect personal space.
“What’s your problem, Kawanami?! Don’t treat me like a cat!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Minami-san hissed at Kawanami, prompting him to let go of her. She landed gracefully on her feet. She really was like a cat. But more importantly, I noticed that he was interacting with her as if they were friends.
“Do you two know each other?” I asked, looking up at Kawanami.
“Hm? Nah, I mean, I guess we’re acquaintances. We went to the same cram school in middle school.”
“Uh-huh. Never in my wildest dreams did I think he’d get into this school!”
“Funny, that’s what I thought about you,” Kawanami quipped back at Minami-san.
Ah, now I get it. Middle schoolers who wanted to get into this kind of prep school went to the same kind of cram school. That was in stark contrast to Yume and I who had studied completely on our own. Still though, I can’t picture either of these two seriously going to cram school at all.
“More importantly,” Minami-san said, jumping up as if she had springs for legs. “Is Yume home all by herself right now?!”
“Y-Yeah, I guess. My dad and Yuni-san—I mean, our parents are at work, and it’s not like I could just take the day off.”
I had absolutely no desire whatsoever to skip school just to spend all day taking care of her.
“What?! That’s so sad! She’s gotta be so lonely!”
A certain scene suddenly flashed in the back of my head: the face of a girl who looked like Yume Irido, but wasn’t exactly her, asking me to hold her hand.
“Okey dokey!” Minami-san suddenly slammed her hand on the desk. “I’m gonna visit her after school. That’s okay, isn’t it, Irido-kun?!”
“Sure...”
“Oh come on, it’s not gonna be that annoying! It’s written all over your face!”
“Oho, this sounds like fun. Count me in too—”
“Count yourself out, Kawanami.”
“Why?!”
This could be a good thing. I was in charge of taking care of Yume until our parents got back, so having Minami-san over would absolve me of that responsibility.
With that in mind, I took Minami-san to our home when school let out—leaving Kawanami behind.
◇
“Wow, your house is pretty big! You’ve been livin’ here since you were born, right?” Minami-san said cheerfully.
“It’s not as new as it looks, though,” I said, getting out my keys. “My dad’s lived here since he was a kid.”
“Oh, cool. Thanks for having me over!”
As soon as I unlocked the front door, Minami-san burst into the house. Is there a timid bone in her body?
“Is she upstairs?”
“Yeah, her room’s the one furthest down the hall, but could you keep it down? She’ll probably freak out if you just burst into her room, no matter how composed she usually is.”
“Aw man, but I wanted to freak her out!”
“Sick people don’t need to be freaked out.”
“You’re not wrong.” Minami-san was surprisingly more reasonable than I thought.
I brought her up the stairs to the second floor and knocked on Yume’s door. Knocking on each other’s doors and waiting for a response before entering was one of the rules that we’d agreed on, but there was no answer. She might’ve been asleep.
“I’m coming in,” I called out before opening the door.
The mountain of cardboard boxes from the move were gone, and in their place was a sea of books, but unlike my room, the floor was actually visible. It was plain for anyone to see that this was not a stereotypically “girly” room. The only items in her room that could fall under the “girl” category were some vintage character pillows strewn across her floor and some kind of lotion bottles or something lined up on her desk. At the very least, one couldn’t say that her room completely lacked things that were typical for a girl her age.
The girl in question, Yume, was lying on her bed. She might have been hoping to feel better during the day, but obviously, that hadn’t happened. Instead, she was sound asleep. Her body was wrapped in her thin polka-dot pajamas, her long black hair was tied into low pigtails, and her chest rose and fell in sync with her breathing. I usually couldn’t feel anything but hatred and annoyance for her, but...she was kinda cute like this.
“Is she sleepin’?” Minami-san asked.
“Looks like it.”
As we approached the bed, Yume’s eyelids twitched before slightly opening. It seemed that we’d woken her up, but that wasn’t too surprising, considering that she’s always been a light sleeper.
“Mm...” Yume looked up at me through half-open eyes in a daze and then smiled at me as if she was relieved. “Irido-kun...”
Gah! I almost let out a scream as soon as I heard her call me by that name. What the heck is she thinking?!
“H-Hey, how’re you feeling?”
Fortunately for me, she said it in such a soft voice that I could just pretend she hadn’t said anything at all. Even if Minami-san somehow heard it while standing behind me, she’d most likely just think that she misheard her. Probably, at least.
Yume let out another groan as if she was half asleep and then, out of nowhere, tugged on the hem of my clothes.
“Where were you? I was so lonely...”
OH MY GOD! Yume-san?! Where the hell is your mind at? A year or more ago?! I had to stay calm. I could still play this off. I couldn’t give up yet! At this point, I was sweating bullets, but I turned and pointed to Minami-san as if nothing had happened.
“L-Look, Yume. Minami-san came to visit you.”
“Mornin’ Yume-chan! You doin’ okay?” Minami-san must not have noticed the sweet tone of voice that Yume was just speaking in, because she addressed Yume in a normal, cheerful tone.
Maybe it was because of that hint of normalcy, but Yume seemed to snap back to her senses upon seeing Minami-san’s face.
“Oh...” Yume had apparently remembered the things she’d just said.
Her face suddenly turned as bright red as a boiled crab. Luckily for her, she had a convenient excuse—her cold. There was no doubt that Minami-san would just think that she was red from the fever. Yeah... Please let her think that!
Yume briefly shot me a death stare, but come on, none of this was my fault! In the next instant, she flashed her patented honor student smile.
“Thank you for coming out of your way to visit me, Minami-san. My fever’s already gone down quite a bit.”
“You don’t hafta push yourself to talk to me. Oh, right! There anything you want? You hungry? I bought some stuff at the store; I could make you something!” Minami-san began rummaging through the plastic bag of things that she’d gotten from the nearby supermarket—a bag that she’d made me hold all the way until our front door.
“I-I couldn’t ask you to do that...”
“It’s fine! Seriously! I’m gonna borrow your kitchen for a bit. Lend me a hand, Irido-kun!”
Just as I was thinking about leaving them to their own devices and retreating to my room, I felt Minami-san grab my arm.
“Huh? Me?!”
“Yume-chan told me that you’re not too bad in the kitchen!”
She really talked about me to her friend? Damn, this chick...
I shot Yume a glare, but she quickly turned to the wall, avoiding eye contact. She might have still been recovering from the half-asleep stunt she’d pulled.
“I guess if it’s just something like rice soup, then—”
“Perfect! Let’s go!” Minami-san said, pulling me out of Yume’s room.
I thought I felt Yume staring at my back as I left, but seriously, none of this was my fault...
“So, what’s your relationship with Yume-chan like?” Minami-san asked while we cut the vegetables.
Her question came so out of left field that my finger almost became an ingredient in the rice soup.
“R-Relationship? What do you mean?”
“As siblings, obviously.”
“O-Oh, yeah, obviously...”
Of course that’s what she meant! Calm down, Mizuto.
Minami-san started beating the eggs and asked her next question. “You two were complete strangers ’til last year, right? And now you’re siblings livin’ in the same house. I was just wondering how that’s possible for two strangers, especially for a guy and girl of the same age.”
It would’ve been great if we had been complete strangers. I’d probably be a lot less stressed out.
“Well, things just kinda work out, but I guess there are certain things we have to be careful about.”
“Like what?”
“For instance...” I began thinking. “The biggest thing would have to be baths.”
“Huh?! Do you run into each other while you’re changing?!”
“No, we’re both careful about that.”
“Oh, what? So neither of you have even caught a glimpse? Boring!”
If that happened, one of us would actually die.
“Hm, but this kind of environment makes it kinda hard, don’tcha think?”
“Makes what hard?”
“What happens when you get a girlfriend? How’re you s’posed to bring her over?”
“Huh?” I looked at the short-statured, sociable girl. “Do I look like the type of guy who wants a girlfriend?”
“You had one, though, didn’t you, Irido-kun?”
My heart stopped for a second. If she had said this in a less confident tone, I could’ve just ignored it as her making a random guess, but she said it as if she knew this to be the truth.
How does she know?! Does she know about us?!
“I’ve got a sixth sense for this kinda stuff. I mostly figured it out from how you interact with girls. It just became obvious that you’ve dated before.” She laughed confidently while showing off her pearly whites in a bright smile.
What do you mean “kinda”?! Are you some kind of psychic?!
“Doesn’t seem like you have one now, though. Right?”
“No comment.”
“Oh, so that’s how you’re gonna play it.” Minami-san threw the vegetables I’d cut into the pot and poured the eggs she’d beaten in as if she was drawing a circle. These were the movements of a pro. “Well, I’m not gonna tell anyone, but what happens if you do get another girlfriend?”
The rice soup was slowly coming to a boil.
“Not happening. I don’t want one.”
“But like, hypothetically, if you did, would you introduce her to Yume-chan?”
For some reason, I already had an answer to this hypothetical situation.
“Probably not. It’s not like I need her blessing or anything. More so, it just sounds like it’d be a pain in the ass.”
“Hm, I see. So Yume-chan would be in the dark if you got a girlfriend. She probably wouldn’t even know ’til you got married.”
“Guess so.”
Marriage was a completely different discussion altogether. It wasn’t a situation that I could easily imagine.
“I see, I see. Interesting...” She nodded.
“So, what’s with all the questions? You trying to get at something?”
“Oh no, of course not! We’re just shootin’ the shit.”
Makes sense. I’d completely been sucked into Minami-san’s pace and now, the rice soup was ready.
◇
“Open wide, Yume-chan. Here comes the airplane!” Minami-san picked up a spoonful of the soup.
Yume pouted. “I-I can eat by myself.”
“No! You’re sick. Say ‘ah.’”
“Ah...” Yume shot me an embarrassed look as she took a bite, then sighed.
“Was that too hot? Want me to blow on it for you?”
Just what the heck am I being forced to watch here? I’d completely lost the timing to leave, but was it really necessary for me to be here in the first place? Was it so wrong for me to just let two high school girls have fun by themselves and retreat to my room?
Several minutes had passed since I’d been forced to watch the yuri-esque scene in front of me. Thinking about this logically, if Minami-san hadn’t come over, the person feeding Yume right now would have most likely been me. The mere thought of that made me so glad that she was here. If I had to feed Yume, both of us would reach new, unprecedented levels of humiliation.
“Phew, thank you for the food. It was delicious.” Yume perked up after eating.
“My pleasure! I’m glad you could eat it all!”
“Thank you...for everything.”
“Irido-kun made half of it. I just helped with the seasoning! All right...” Minami-san stacked the plate and utensils on top of the tray that she’d brought everything on. “I’ll go wash these. Stay with Yume-chan, okay, Irido-kun?” She stood up.
“Okay— Wait, what?!”
“Thanks!” She quickly left the room, not even leaving a chance for me to stop her. As a result, the only ones left in the room now were me and Yume.
Oh god... I should have just escaped when I had the chance. I decided to sit by the bed with one of my legs bent so that my knee pointed towards the ceiling. For some reason, Yume, who had gone back to laying down, was staring at me.
“What?” I asked curtly.
“Nothing.” She responded with the same curt tone, not even looking me in the eye.
“You really are such a brat. For your information, what happened when you woke up was one hundred percent your fault. If anything, I saved your ass!”
“I-I know that! My head was just hazy...” Yume said, sulking. She turned away from me, pulling the covers up to her shoulders.
I was grateful that she did since it made things easier for me. Sick people should just sleep. Things were peaceful until she spoke again, her back still turned to me.
“Sounds like the two of you are really friendly now,” she mumbled.
“Excuse me? Friendly with whom?”
“Minami-san. You even made the soup together...”
I needed a minute to think. “To be clear, what you’re trying to say is ‘it’s unpleasant that a boorish guy like you is getting close with my precious friend,’ right?”
It seemed like Yume needed a minute to think too. “Yes, that’s correct.”
“Oh, okay. Then allow me to answer. The only reason it looks like we’re so chummy is because of her abnormally high social stats. Don’t you know that people like her—real social butterflies—can make it seem like they’re best friends with whomever they’re talking to?”
“You make it sound as if I’m a fake or something...”
“You are, Ms. High School Glow Up.”
“Don’t call me that...” she protested in a weak voice.
She may have recovered a lot of energy from eating, but she wasn’t even close to her peak.
“Just go back to sleep. You need to if you wanna feel better.”
“Are you planning on going out again?”
“Nah, I’m staying home today.”
“You’re lying... Last time, you left...” Yume sounded like she was half asleep. Her words were soft and unsteady.
Is she about to pass out?
“Last time? When?”
“When you said you’d hold my hand... When I woke up, you were gone...”
Oh, I see. She was talking about that cold winter two years ago when I had gone to visit her when she was sick.
“When I woke up, it was pitch black... I was so lonely...”
Back then, I had no idea when Yuni-san would come back. I also completely thought that Yume had just wanted me to hold her hand until she fell asleep. I didn’t do anything wrong, but...if it really was Yuni-san who I passed by on my way home, Yume must have woken up as soon as I left. She must have woken up the moment my warmth had faded from her hand...
Jeez... Did her cold come with some kind of side effect that made her revert to her past self from years ago? What kind of fascinoma was this?!
“Here...” I extended my hand in front of Yume’s face. “I won’t go anywhere this time. I won’t let go of your hand...so go to sleep, already.”
“Okay...” A relieved smile appeared on Yume’s face—the same one she had when she’d woken up. She gently squeezed my hand with both of hers.
“Thanks, Irido-kun...” Then, she pulled my hand straight into her chest.
“Wha—”
“Hm...” Satisfied with my answer, Yume’s face softened as she drifted off to sleep.
Her chest dramatically rose and sank with each breath she took. Each time she did so, it felt like my arms were being sucked into a soft wonderland. If I had to put the stimulation into words it’d probably be something like “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!”
At this rate, I’d be accused of sexually harassing my sibling, and that was a reputation I’d prefer to avoid! Damn you! Catching a virus wasn’t enough for you, huh?! You had to drag me into the gutter too?! Damn you!
However, since I’d promised to hold her hand, I couldn’t just let go of it. I tried my best to move my hand out of the danger zone without waking her up. I somehow managed to get it into a safe position and let out a breath of relief. If Minami-san had seen us like this, I can’t even imagine what she’d... Wait. Where was she?
Minami-san came back just around the time that Yume fell asleep again.
“Ah, sorry about that. I was on the phone.”
Apparently, her family had called and said she needed to get back home soon, so I walked her to our front door. Of course, holding Yume’s hand while seeing Minami-san off was physically impossible, so I had to temporarily let go. I’m sure even Ayai from two years ago would have forgiven me for leaving her for this short of a period.
“Hey, Irido-kun, before I go home, could I ask you one more question?” Minami-san asked me out of the blue in her usual tone while standing outside the front door.
“Question?”
“You and Yume-chan are just siblings, right?”
Nothing could have prepared me for that surprise attack. Just those few words made me feel as if a lance had been thrust into my heart in that instant. But it wasn’t enough to knock me off my feet. I endured this attack and responded.
“Yeah, we’re siblings. Stepsiblings, that is.”
Minami-san looked up at me and let out a sound of understanding. “Oh, okay. Stepsiblings! Not just siblings. Ah, I see, I see.” She took a few slow, meandering steps before finally walking out of my—our house. “Thanks for having me! Stay safe!” After bidding me a very normal farewell, she walked away from our house, her ponytail continuously bobbing as she disappeared from my sight.
◇
Later, both dad and Yuni-san let me know that they’d be back late, which meant that I was very regrettably stuck on Yume duty.
“I’m thirsty,” Yume demanded.
“Here. Don’t spill it.”
“Buy me ice cream.”
“What kind?”
“I want a book. Give me money.”
“Not happening!”
After waking up from her nap, Yume was all sorts of demanding, leaving poor me as her errand boy. She was sick, though, so there wasn’t much I could do about that. She was sick, so...
“Hold my hand again...”
“Yeah, yeah...”
Even if she asked me to hold her hand, I would cater to her whims because, unlike this demonic creature, I would never ignore the wishes of someone in need.
“Let me take your temperature real quick.”
“Huh?”
“You’ve been sleeping all day, so if it hasn’t gone down at all, it could be the sign of something worse than a cold, and we’d need to go to a hospit—”
“No, I-I’m fine! I swear, I’m fine!”
“That’s what the thermometer is for—to see if you’re fine or not! Come on, put it under your armpit.”
“No way!”
For some reason, she was really resisting me taking her temperature, so I had to kinda force it in there myself. After a few seconds, the thermometer beeped and showed her temperature. You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Thirty-six point five...” It was an utterly normal temperature.
My eyes flew towards Yume, but she immediately looked away.
“You... Since when have you been feeling better?”
“No comment.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve been fine since Minami-san went home... Don’t tell me that this entire time you’ve been acting sick and bossing me around even though you were already feeling better!”
“No comment!”
“Wait, wouldn’t that mean that when you asked me to hold your hand...”
“Nnhh!” Yume let out something that sounded like a yelp and holed up under her covers.
“Hey! Get out of there, Ms. Healthy!”
“N-No! No way! Let me sleep more just in case!”
“You’ve slept more than enough! How dare you take advantage of my kindness!”
“Agh!”
I pulled the blanket off of Yume, and out she spilled onto the floor. I looked down on her face that had absolutely no trace of a fever and asked, “Don’t you have something you want to say?”
“Um...”
“Or do I have to hold your hand again for you to say it?”
Yume’s face turned as bright red as a stop sign, this time for reasons separate from having a fever.
“I-I’m sorry for pretending to be sick and taking advantage of you...”
“Good.” I crouched down and helped Yume off the floor. Her back was fairly drenched in sweat. “Well, you definitely seem to be better now. I’ll overlook your actions today. For now, just get changed, eat, and rest.”
“It’s kind of gross when you’re nice.”
“Thanks for the compliment. I know you can’t sleep without it, so let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll hold your hand again.”
“Nngh!” Yume dove onto her bed again and hid beneath her covers. “I can’t hear you! No idea what you’re talking about! I’m going to change now, so get out of here, you pervert of a little brother!”
“How convenient for you that your memories can just come, go, and disappear.” Jeez... “Okay, I’m gonna make dinner now, so I’ll listen to one last request from you.”
Yume peeked out of her covers and said in such a low voice that I almost missed it, “Don’t go off anywhere without me knowing.”
By “request,” I meant it in the “what food do you want,” kind of way, but I figured this was fine.
“You got it.”
After all, things were different than two years ago. This was my home too.
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