When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 47: Starting with the maid outfit, it leads to the maid outfit. Sajou Hitori’s POV

Starting with the maid outfit, it leads to the maid outfit.

Sajou Hitori’s POV

Without any hesitation, she confidently expresses her feelings, which seems dazzling. It even feels admirable.

Is it the straightforwardness stemming from her youth?

Or is it because of her character and way of life, which are just too straightforward?

I can’t fathom it, nor can I possibly emulate it, even to speak the three words “I love you.”

But someday, if I could be like that…

Looking up at the sky, squinting as if I’m looking at the sun, I gaze at her transparent radiance.

Uhmmm. Suddenly, his sister clears her throat.

“But, don’t get the wrong idea, okay? It’s not some forbidden love like incest. xJust as siblings. I love him as family, you know?”

I chuckle wryly as I watch my sister wave her hands dismissively.

It’s a stark contrast to earlier, a casual attitude. The gap between the two moments was amusing.

“Alright.”

“Good… I’m relieved.”

Avoiding any love triangles or incestuous feelings over her brother and mine, she wipes off a nonexistent sweat and breathes a sigh of relief.

“But It’s not like it’s some forbidden love… though it might be interesting? And it could be useful for teasing my sister-in-law,” she muses.

“Stop it,” I retort as his sister laughs.

Is she serious…? I narrow my eyes skeptically. It feels like this girl, well, she might just throw away common sense and morals if she decides to do something.

“I won’t do it. I don’t want my sister-in-law to dislike me. …Well, I did think it might be useful for teasing, but that’s all,” she adds under her breath.

I furrow my brows at her muttered words.

Probably, likely. Definitely, it would have an effect. Just imagining it makes me feel uncomfortable, like my stomach is being twisted.

“I absolutely won’t do it,” she emphasize, and she raises both hands in surrender. I can’t seem to trust her. Maybe it’s because they are not as close as typical siblings.

“By the way,” she abruptly changes the subject, seemingly avoiding an inconvenient topic.

Ignoring my suspicious gaze, she says, “You don’t have to give me details, but…”

“Why were you staying over?”

Out of the blue. Despite the suddenness, I nod honestly.

There’s no point in hiding it now.

“If you could stay over, would it be okay every day?” she asks.

“Well…”

I feel resistance to this question and nod awkwardly.

I’ve thought about living together. But admitting it outright, in words, feels hesitating.

What’s going on?

As I wonder about the intention behind the question, his sister nods to herself and takes out her phone from her skirt pocket.

“Wait a moment,” she says, appearing to make a call, holding the phone to her ear.

Where is this flow going?

As doubts pile up, I’m taken aback when his sister suddenly starts talking, saying “Haroharo (hello hello) Papa” out of the blue.

“Papa?” I wonder, is she referring to there father? Or is “Haroharo Papa” some kind of name? That doesn’t make sense.

As I’m pondering, the conversation continues, with mentions of “staying over,” “moving,” “renting a room,” and so on. It’s as if I can hear the conversation leaking through. When you’re this close, you can even hear the voice of the person on the other end of the phone and grasp the whole conversation.

Because of that, while my face is increasingly contorting, his sister doesn’t seem to notice and casually says “Bye” before hanging up the phone.

Then, without skipping a beat, she dials another number and says, “Mom?”

Beep.

After finishing the call, Rihito’s sister takes her phone away from her ear and smiles at me.

Meanwhile, I’m sitting there dumbfounded, unable to believe what just transpired.

I’m sitting there rigidly, like a mischievous child caught in the act.

Surely… that couldn’t have happened.

Internally, I keep denying it over and over, but his sister easily brushes away all my denials with just one breath.

“It’s just until you graduate from high school, but what do you think about moving into the room next door?”

With those words, she effortlessly sweeps away any unease, frustration, or hesitation.

It’s like a typhoon.

Deep down, amidst my panicked thoughts, the only calm part of me remarks that it’s like a typhoon.

And so it goes.

Perhaps that half-hearted nod was the final push.

Before I know it, it’s settled—I’ll be moving into Rihito’s house.

It feels both good and not so good.

Though I vaguely entertained the idea of living together, the rapid turn of events leaves me no time to catch my breath.

She’s so proactive, or rather impulsive.

Unlike me and Rihito, who prefer stagnation, his sister seems like she’ll perish if she stops moving.

She’s anything but stagnant. Always wanting to see new things.

Even though we’re not that far apart in age, her swift actions are remarkably youthful and radiant.

Is this how middle schoolers are these days?

Probably not. I answer my own question.

She must be special.

***

“I’ll check if my brother’s back,” she says.

It’s past 4 p.m.

Classes are over, so it wouldn’t be strange for him to be back by now.

If it’s Rihito, who never makes detours, it wouldn’t be surprising if he’s already home.

I’m about to meet Rihito soon.

Just thinking about it makes my heart race. My heart feels too weak lately, like it might explode at any moment like a time bomb. I’m worried it’s too feeble.

I place my hand on my chest, trying to calm down, take deep breaths and, suddenly, I hear a loud thud from the entrance.

I stand up, concerned. Leaving my room, I head towards the entrance.

There, his sister stands frozen with furrowed brows, still holding the door open.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, stepping outside barefoot, only to see Rihito standing there, the person I’ve dreamt of.

I widen my eyes in disbelief.

Then, I remember I’m dressed in a maid outfit and begin to writhe in embarrassment, almost to the point of fainting.

And so, through an unexpected turn of events,

I find myself embarking on a limited-time cohabitation with my first love.