While I Was Shutting in My Room for One Year, My Parent Remarried and Now I’m Living Together With Super Beautiful Stepsisters

Chapter 5: Room-Sharing with a Gal Is Full of Incidents

From now on, Yuzuna and I share this room, so I need to get used to it fast.

“Hey, big brother.”

“What!? What is it, Yuzuna?”

As I kept glancing toward Yuzuna’s side through the curtain, she lifted it from the bottom and peeked out.

“…Can I play my guitar?”

“Guitar?”

Now that I think about it… Momiji mentioned something about “singing and playing,” and Yuzuna herself said something about “songwriting.”

With her blonde short bob hair and silver accessories shining on her earlobes and fingers, she had a slightly tough gal vibe, but she’s into rock, huh…

“Um… If it’s guitar, go ahead and play. I don’t mind, so play as much as you want, no need to hold back.”

“…”

“Yuzuna? What’s wrong?”

“Is that your real thoughts? Most people, like Momiji, would think it’s noisy and tell me to keep it quiet, right? But you say play as much as I want… Aren’t you the one holding back? Aren’t you too nice?”

She said that sharply, giving me a suspicious look.

I gave her permission to play since she asked, but she’s so doubtful… How much does she distrust me?

But I get it, we just met and became stepsiblings today, so I understand her caution.

Being this distrusted feels bad for me too, so I might as well be clear.

“Then I’ll speak my mind too, no holding back.”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“Honestly… I was relieved that Yuzuna’s sensible enough to ask if she can play her guitar.”

“Huh…?”

When I shared my honest feelings, Yuzuna looked stunned.

“What? What’re you saying!”

“If you thought badly of me, you wouldn’t bother asking if you could play and just start strumming, right? So I was relieved and happy you asked, which is why I said play as much as you want.”

“…!”

“That’s my real thoughts. Got any complaints?”

“…Big brother, you…”

Yuzuna’s cheeks turned red as she bit her lip with a sour face.

What, what’s that? Another complaint?

“You’re letting me use your room and allowing me to play guitar… You’re pointlessly nice and probably lose out in life.”

“What!? I’m not losing out!”

“Pfft, but… thanks. I’m relieved too.”

Like when I picked up her book earlier, I could feel her good upbringing in how she properly says thanks.

Yuzuna said her thanks, lowered the curtain, and went to her side to play guitar.

Alright, if she’s playing guitar, I’ll put on headphones and grind some game rounds.

“Wait, I’m coming in.”

As I was about to put on headphones, a gal with a guitar slung over her shoulder suddenly came into my area from behind the curtain.

“I’m gonna tune my guitar now, so while I do, tell me about yourself.”

“Huh? About me?”

Yuzuna sat on my bed as soon as she entered my area, placed a small amp at her feet, plugged it in, and picked up a beige electric guitar with a clip tuner on its head.

“You said during our first greeting that I didn’t have to force myself to get involved.”

“Digging up past comments is annoying. Just answer.”

“Alright, alright…”

I don’t get it, but maybe she’s just moody.

Yuzuna continued talking while tuning her guitar string by string.

“You’re kinda used to girls, right? You talked normally with Momiji and me without getting flustered… You don’t seem like a loner, so do you have a girlfriend or something?”

“…No. I’ve been shut in this room for the past year.”

“I heard that from Dad. That’s why I thought you’d be hard to deal with… but you’re surprisingly easy to talk to and treat me normally, so I was surprised.”

Looks like Yuzuna and the others heard from Dad that I was a shut-in.

I guess it’s natural to be on guard if you’re told there’s a shut-in son on the second floor.

Maybe that’s why she was so cautious… but can I think we’re starting to get along?

“Before you became a shut-in, did something happen?”

“…That’s—”

“You don’t have to say if you don’t want to… but I’m a bit curious.”

Seems like Yuzuna wants to know why I became a shut-in.

I don’t really want to talk about it… but since we’ve opened up this much, maybe it’s okay to tell her.

“Well… actually…”

“Yeah?”

“I applied to the same high school as my childhood friend who I liked forever, but I was the only one who failed… That hit me hard.”

“…And? Anything else?”

“That’s it.”

“…”

Yuzuna stopped tuning her guitar and went silent.

“…I don’t know if I should say this, but…”

“What? Why so serious?”

“You’re totally a hopeless romantic.”

Yuzuna said that with a straight face, stomping all over a massive landmine for me.

“What!? I’m not a hopeless romantic! I was so shocked that I stayed shut in for a whole year, so it couldn’t be helped!”

I don’t want to hear about being a hopeless romantic from someone reading erotic shoujo manga!

“Well, I get it, but… does love really mess you up that much?”

“Of course it does! Anyone would feel despair after heartbreak! Love’s what gives you hope to live!”

“Whoa…”

Sure, staying shut in for a year over one heartbreak might be overreacting, but to me… it was that big of a deal.

“Maybe if I fall in love… I’ll understand?”

“Huh? You’ve never been in love, Yuzuna?”

“…Nope.”

That’s surprising. She looks like a hardcore blonde gal.

“Our mom, because of our dad who died early from drinking and smoking, wanted her daughters to have proper, decent boyfriends. Even though we’re poor, she sent us three sisters to a private all-girls school since we were little. So I never had a chance to date guys or fall in love.”

“That’s… a strict parenting style…”

But man, all three sisters grew up to be super beautiful with great figures.

I thought back to the feeling of Momiji’s huge boobs pressed against my back earlier and got lost in thought.

“But starting next week, I get to go to the same co-ed high school as you, so I’m super excited.”

“Oh… same as me… Wait, what? Same as me?”

“Huh? Didn’t Dad tell you? The three of us are transferring to the private high school you’re taking a break from, and Dad said you’re going back to school too.”

“Back to school…!? No way, for real!?”

Once again, I was totally clueless.