Side: Sanae
Video games weren’t a common pastime in room 106, primarily because not everyone could play at the same time. Things had started to change as of late, however, after Sanae brought over a console she’d asked her parents to buy for her.
“Koutarou, who’s the culprit?”
“Why don’t you try thinking for yourself? You should be able to figure it out with your powers of deduction.”
“Come on!”
Group multiplayer games were on the rise these days, and lots of them were beginner friendly. As such, gaming was becoming more and more popular with the Corona House crew.
“Don’t be like that. Think about how the developers would feel if I spoiled it for you.”
“Hmm... Then just give me a hint.”
“Oh, fine. Well... there’s that one fishy guy, right?”
“The totally suspicious dude wrapped in bandages? I never thought he’d be the first to die...”
But today, Sanae and Koutarou were the only ones at the apartment. Sanae took the opportunity to play a detective game, and she was trying to solve the case with Koutarou as her assistant.
“That’s the problem.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nope. No more hints.”
“Come on! Pretty please!”
Sanae puffed up her cheeks, flopped herself across Koutarou’s lap, and wiggled in protest.
“If I tell you any more, I’ll practically be giving it away.”
“You mean, manly, super-serious cheapskate!”
“Pick between insulting me and praising me, will you?”
“Okay, you’re manly and super serious!”
“So you were praising me.”
Sanae continued to wiggle and pout. She didn’t want to think for herself; she simply wanted Koutarou to tell her the answer.
“...Oh?”
Her tantrum came to a sudden stop, however, when she let go of the controller and put her left hand on her chest.
“What is it?” Koutarou asked curiously.
“Bra malfunction. Eeheehee...”
Sanae let out a giggle—not out of embarrassment, but because she genuinely found the situation funny.
“That wouldn’t happen if you didn’t behave like a child.”
“Fix it for me, Koutarou.”
Sanae picked up her controller again. As far as she was concerned, the game was more important.
“Sorry, you’ll have to do it yourself,” Koutarou politely refused.
“Come on. It’s not that hard,” Sanae implored him, wiggling more as she typed out a name in the input box on the screen.
“That’s not why I’m refusing, you know?”
“You can feel me up while you’re at it. It’s win-win for you!”
“That might have worked on me ten years ago, but definitely not now,” Koutarou said with a wry smile as he patted Sanae’s head.
She could sense his feelings through the gesture, and she flashed a bright smile in return.
“Am I... Are we really that precious to you?”
“Let’s just say that I’d really regret doing something like that as a joke.”
Because Sanae could read people’s hearts via their auras, lying to her was pointless. She knew Koutarou was telling her the truth.
“Eeheehee, then I guess I have to do it myself after all.” Sanae had no idea what it was like to be a teenage boy, so she was especially forgiving of Koutarou. “Hold the controller for me.”
“Sure.”
“Jeez, boys sure are a handful... Heehee...”
Sanae handed the controller to Koutarou, then hiked her shirt up so she could fix her bra. Not wanting to stare, Koutarou turned his attention to the screen.
“Sanae...”
“Hmm? What?”
“This isn’t the right answer.”
“No way! Put in the right one for me, then!” she begged for the umpteenth time.
Koutarou hesitated for a moment, but ultimately relented and gave up the culprit’s name.
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