The Daily Life of the Cat-Like Sister and Her Foolish Elder Brother - Chapter 2: Look me in the eye and say it! Come on, hurry up!
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- Chapter 2: Look me in the eye and say it! Come on, hurry up!
In our house, mornings were neither too early nor too late.
I usually got out of bed around 7 o’clock—somehow without waking up Yayoi, who slept next to me.
Just to be clear… we have separate bedrooms.
But this is how it is every morning.
According to her, “Since it must be lonely for Tsukasa to be alone, I reluctantly—yes, reluctantly—sleep with you! And besides, it’s cold in winter, isn’t it? I’m not good with the cold, you know? That’s why—I’m right! Justice!”
Hey, you also sneak in during the summer… Anyway, I wish she’d stop using me as a body pillow substitute. And biting me.
Moreover, my sister, who was somewhat weak in the morning, caused quite the commotion whenever I try to sneak out… It was quite a mess.
She’d say things that shouldn’t be said in front of strangers or regress to acting like a child.
Well, I’d be lying if I said … It wasn’t adorable.
Honestly, though, it was a real pain when it happened in the morning.
It could ruin the whole day.
This morning—success.
My sister was still in dreamland. “Ehehe—Well, it can’t be helped, huh? Without me, Tsukasa—can’t even do that…
…It seems like I’ve also been brought up, but—well, it was a common occurrence, so worrying about it would be losing.
Let’s quickly prepare breakfast. First, I had to check the contents of the refrigerator.
“―So, why have you been sulking since earlier? Oh, could you pass me the butter over there?”
“…No reason at all~ It’s completely normal as always, isn’t it? I’ve always been dumb, but have I finally gone blind now? ―Here you go. Oh, it looks like we’re running out. We’ll need to buy some when we go shopping later.”
“I see―Oh, it’s already this late. You better hurry up or you’ll be late for college. Come on, eat up. I’ll have some hot milk, but what about you?”
“….Hmph~ Even though it’s you, Tsukasa, you’re too cheeky, cheeky, cheeky! I’ll have the hot milk.”
“Alright, alright.”
The reason my sister was in a foul mood from the early morning was simply because there was no milk. It was understandable, especially in winter when she craved hot milk.
Therefore, I took a stroll to the nearby convenience store to buy some, and when I returned, she was already awake—grumpy as usual.
Standing at the entrance like a guardian deity, how long had she been waiting there?
Also, don’t you think that having black hair added to her intimidation factor in moments like these? Oh well, perhaps it was more like a demon than a guardian deity.
As I heated up some milk with a little honey in a pot and pondered, I felt her gaze. Don’t glare at me like that.
“…You’re thinking something weird, aren’t you?”
“Hmm? No.”
“Come on, spill it. It’s probably some nonsense anyway. Leaving your cute little sister alone in the cold room while you go for a morning stroll, what kind of man thinks about that?”
“…Didn’t you praise that blanket and comforter combo as ‘This is insanely warm! The biggest hit of this winter!’?”
“Nooo. It’s my heart that’s turned cold from this morning. Honestly! That’s why… I want to see the face of the woman who’s going to be your girlfriend, and…agh…”
“…Hey, it’s not my fault you just blew yourself up.”
“S-Shut up!”
“Anyway—once you finish this, start getting ready. We’re really running out of time.”
It was already past 8 o’clock.
The university that Yayoi attended was among the top in Tokyo. It took about 30 minutes to reach from their apartment and although its basic performance was pretty good, it was usually a bit of a wreck getting there.
And being a girl herself, she took her time getting ready.
…So even though I purposely didn’t wake her up and left a note, why was she still dissatisfied?
Even the hot milk you’re drinking now, I went out of my way to buy it for you—during winter, you always drink it before heading out. Yet you pout when it’s not available.
“Today, I’m skipping class.”
“Nope.”
“Why not? It’s fine to take a break once in a while. Even I want to take a break sometimes.”
“…You said the same thing last week and skipped, didn’t you? And then afterwards, you said something like ‘If I skip just one more time, it seems like I won’t have enough attendance days—teehee♪.’ Who was that, huh?”
“Uh… remembering such small details like that… aren’t you a little too obsessed with me, Tsukasa? You pervert!”
“You’re the one who registered your lecture information on my phone without my permission and now you’re saying that? I’ll clean up the mess, so get ready to go…”
“Hmm.”
“…What’s with that hand?”
Yayoi has both hands extended toward me, her eyes expressing a request.
…Well, I understand. I get it, but…
Don’t expect me to give in to your sweet face all the time, okay?
“I won’t do it.”
“Then I won’t go. I’ll skip.”
“…Fine, just change first.”
“Okay, okay. But don’t peek just because I’m drop-dead gorgeous, okay?”
I lightly waved my hand in response to her foolish remark.
I feel unnecessarily tired this morning. Anyway, after breakfast cleanup, I’ll see Yayoi off, do the laundry, hang it out, write today’s portion of the novel, go shopping, and then visit my parents’ house tonight.
What should I bring as a souvenir? Since my sister and nephew are coming over, maybe a cake would be good.
I pondered as I sipped the hot milk I made for myself. I’m busier than I thought I would be.
At the very least, I don’t have much time to indulge my spoiled little sister.
…So, it’s pointless to give me those pleading looks. I have a lot to do from now on.
Now then… I need to tidy up the table.
“Don’t ignore meee! And why aren’t you peeking?! I’m changing in the next room!”
“…Every single morning, you never get tired of this, do you?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
Yayoi had changed clothes. A basic principle of our household was that style came second to warmth, so winter attire tended to be on the fuzzy side. Today, she was wearing her usual sweater—but she looked puzzled.
Was she doing this unconsciously…? In a way, it was impressive.
I think about this every morning… but when she changes and puts on makeup, even though it’s light, wasn’t it a bit too much of a transformation?
I’m not used to it… I glance away from her standing directly in front of me and return to the dishes.
“Hey, hey.”
“What is it?”
“How do I look today?”
“…Same as always.”
“Hmm.”
“What’s up?”
“Well, you see, this morning when I woke up, someone who should’ve been next to me wasn’t there, so I felt a bit lonely. And, they weren’t in the room either, so I almost felt like crying.”
“…”
“So, you know…”
Yayoi approached, turned off the faucet, and then closed the distance, staring directly into my face. She was too close.
The expression on her face was that of joy―naturally, akin to a carnivore finding its prey.
“Occasionally, look into my eyes when you speak! Come on, quickly!”
Subsequently, I was held hostage until the start of class, and resistance was futile―until the very last minute, I continued to say, “It suits you. Yayoi is truly cute.”
Oh, and of course, all while hugging her.
… Furthermore, I should note that on that day, progress on the novel was minimal.