When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance.

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Encountering the Younger Sister of the Boy I’m in Love With.

Sajou Hitori’s POV

If I don’t meet, Rihito will probably feel lonely.

But I don’t think he’ll take the initiative to come see me.

Welcome all who come, farewell to all who leave.

Sounds good, but it’s just being passive.

Lacking spirit. A coward. That’s what some might call me.

To be honest, I’m a little dissatisfied with myself. I wish I could do something, anything, to show some lingering attachment, but then again, Rihito’s personality is why we have this relationship. Feeling dissatisfied might be a bit selfish.

Besides, no matter what, it all started from when passive Rihito reached out to me. It would be arrogant to expect him to muster the courage. After all, he’s a guy.

I didn’t want to make girly excuses.

If I were to give in to this embarrassment and do nothing, my relationship with Rihito would end.

I hated that. Absolutely. I’d rather die.

My past self would never believe it, but now I live with Rihito as my support.

It’s amazing how far I’ve come in just three months since we met.

I surprise myself, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

Above all, I don’t have the intention to commit suicide, but I think it’s better than my past self who thought it wouldn’t matter even if I died. It’s unexpected that my reason for living is a boy, and that it’s love.

So, in order to protect that reason for living, what should I do? Ultimately, it all starts with meeting.

But when I come to that conclusion, my thoughts come to a halt like being stuck in a maze.

I’m just consumed by anxiety, unable to move forward.

I’m just standing still, unable to take a single step forward.

“Aaah!”

I mess up my hair in frustration.

The frustration towards my pathetic self erupts into a murky cry from the depths of my throat.

“At least… if we exchanged contact information…”

If we haven’t met face to face, at least it would be easier to make a decision through text on my phone.

Regret fills my mind.

But come to think of it, my phone doesn’t even have my parents’ contacts saved.

I have zero contacts, and I’ve never even considered it as a means of communication.

I mainly use it for looking things up on the internet.

“I have to do something…”

A pitiful, moist voice, as if hearing it for the first time, escapes me.

My nose sniffs. Oh no… this is bad. I’m about to break down.

As I hang my head in dejection, the surroundings suddenly darken.

Could it be that my feelings have cast a shadow over my surroundings?

For a moment, I consider it, but then I deny it.

It’s probably just clouds passing by, I think as I lift my head, involuntarily tensing up.

“Um…?”

A petite girl with silver hair.

Looking down at me with big round eyes and a finger on her cheek, an unfamiliar girl stood before me.

It seems her shadow cast over me, making everything dark.

“Ahh… Uhmmmm…”

“Hmm… Hmm hmm hmm.”

She tilted her body to the right and then to the left.

The girl swayed back and forth like a metronome, as if pondering something while looking at me.

Who could she be…?

Receiving such an impolite yet curious gaze, I couldn’t help but feel bewildered.

Is she from the same apartment building?

However, I’ve never seen such a striking silver-haired beauty like her around, so it’s unlikely she’s from here.

Well, I don’t really pay much attention to people, so even if I did see her, I might have just forgotten.

Just as I was thinking that, it suddenly dawned on me. A chill ran down my spine.

As if confirming the possibility that just occurred to me, the girl bent down, bringing her face closer to mine, and flashed a friendly smile.

“Are you perhaps my brother’s Nee-san who’s using my room?”

Nee-san?

Feeling awkward being called by such an unfamiliar title, I finally recognized that she must be Rihito’s sister.

Black hair, and silver hair.

Their hair colors aside, they are siblings who don’t resemble each other in appearance at all.

Though the words “using my room” left no doubt, I couldn’t sense any blood relation from their appearance. Are they really siblings?

“Um, well, I guess so, but… Oh, um…”

At times like this, what’s the right thing to say?

Should I start with a thank you? Or introduce myself? What are your hobbies?

Topics for a blind date run through my head. In the meantime, my head spins and I feel like I’m about to collapse.

“Yeah, I see, makes sense, okay. First, just calm down, okay?”

Nodding repeatedly with her arms crossed, the sister tried to calm me down.

Following her instructions, I took a deep breath. Inhale, exhale. Ahhh.

“Wow, amazing.”

“?”

I seemed to be surprised by something, but I wasn’t quite sure what it was.

However, thanks to the deep breath, I felt a little relieved. Seizing the moment, she said, “I was just thinking about talking to you,” and invited me to come inside.

She mentioned something about achieving the purpose of her visit right away, but I wasn’t focused on that.

“Huh? Come in? Now?”

Despite staying over for so long, I hesitated.

Was it because Rihito wasn’t here?

Or perhaps it was because of the memories from the summer incident?

I couldn’t tell, but something invisible besides the physical barrier of the doorway made me feel hesitant.

Unable to respond and feeling bewildered, I watched as reality continued its relentless march forward.

Without waiting for me to respond, she began rummaging through her skirt pocket, presumably searching for her keys.

When she couldn’t find them, without hesitation, she opened up a cute pink carry-on case and began searching through it.

Meanwhile, I’m still filled with anxiety and turmoil, but it seems that worry will end up being unnecessary.

On top of the opened suitcase, there’s a mountain of jumbled belongings, and I’m surprised by the amount.

After searching for a while, the girl looks up.