My Seatmate Tries to Make Me Fall in Love with Her by Teasing Me Repeatedly, but Somehow She Was the

Then a dozen minutes later, before it rained again, Yousei rushed home.

Yousei's house is located on the corner of the second floor of a five-story apartment lined with residential neighborhoods, just down the road from school to the station.

Through the entrance hall, just take the stairs upstairs without waiting for the elevator on the rise.

The room is 3LDK with veranda. I now live with three of my father and sister.

My father, who leaves for work early in the morning to the city, is also late at night.

Furthermore, I am currently on a long business trip and am at Mansley Apartments in Kansai. Once every weekend, I don't come back to see how things are going.

For this reason, Yuki or her younger sister Ruinai (all of them) unlocks and closes the house.

(Is Ruinai eating roadgrass somewhere?

The key was closed.

But you open the door and you walk into the living room, pampered! and the sound of crackers ringing.

Patchouli has electricity in the room that I didn't really think anyone was in, and my sister Ruinai pops up in front of me with momentum.

Ruinai, in a T-shirt shortbread, pointed over a table with a chair,

"Bye. Take a look! Ruinai made Yuki-kun's birthday cake! Surprise! Surprise?

"Yeah, I'm surprised"

"Yay, you surprised Yuki-kun! I did it!

Ruinai lets him jump lightly and he is forced to take Yu's arm and take him to the table.

And as it is, Yusei is made to sit in a chair and face to face with her birthday cake.

Soaring over the plate in front of you is a cake that is likely to sag your stomach because you see it sticking sticky and canned fruit with raw cream all over the plain roll cake.

That would surprise me if Ruinai made her own perfect hall cake by herself, but this can be described as very novel.

"Enjoy it."

"Rene, it's not my birthday today."

"I know. I know. Birthday Celebration"

"Later celebration, I guess. Either way."

"It doesn't have to be a birthday. You can have a birthday cake."

"That's quite a novel idea."

It's seriously not your birthday or anything.

Calmly pushing back the rage momentum, Ruinai did the sort of thinking with her hands on her chin.

"If your birthday doesn't work, um... Yes! I have Mother's Day and Milk Day, so I think I can have a brother's day."

"Don't you tend to intonate my father?

"I made the cake. Then let's make today my brother's day! Brother Banzai! Brother Manse!!

Long live the three songs well. Apparently, he's going to bust it with Nori.

But Yu doesn't pay much attention to the details of anything because it seems fun.

Or at this rate every day, I don't feel like I'm going in or surprised.

It is no exaggeration to say that Yu's reaction-thin physique was cultivated by Ruinai.

"But it's not so bad to eat just me."

"Never mind Yuki-kun. Because Renai has already eaten her own."

"So it was already a later festival. Don't tell me you ate too much. In this case, here you go."

"Here you go!

Bitter salute.

Ruinai's tone is polite or bad because he is in the process of correcting it.

It doesn't have to be. It's a choice of words, or the use of words is unique and a little strange. It can also be said that there is simply a lot of misuse.

By the way, Yuki's name is Yuki to be exact, but Ruinai's pronunciation is tongueless and intonation takes the lead, so I hear Yuki-kun.

"By the way, Ruinai is hungry, so I'm not going to dinner today -"

"You ate a big one by yourself."

Ruinai sits on the opposite chair with a strange face, whistling without sound with Hugh.

I guess I came to the conclusion that I should just make it a birthday celebration because it pisses me off when I make my own cake and eat it.

Probably.

"Doo? Delicious?"

Right next to Yusei poking a fork at the cake, Ruinai stares at his face with both hitches on the table.

Black eyed large, crushed eyes, mouth still young. Very small face, small body, white when my skin does it.

Recently, Ruinai has twin-tailed the long black hair on her shoulders by tying it around her ears. Sounds like an imitation of some animated character.

"Yum. Kind of sweet though."

"Great, hehe. Hey, take a sip."

"Ruinai already ate a lot, didn't she?

"Ahem."

Open your mouth on your own and wait, so if you scratch the dough with a fork and throw it in, Ruinai loosens her mouth.

Even from my brother Yu himself, Ruinai's appearance is so adorable that he has nowhere to complain about this. It just looks.

Yu's eyes are fat and she is also somewhat resistant to something called a beautiful girl, because quite a few women are also sumptuous compared to Ruinai.

Whereas Yusei is somewhat of a father, Ruinai is now like her late mother. Looking at the photos of my mother as a child, they are very similar to each other by the time they are two.

My father said, as a student, it was already an idyllic presence in the school, like a princess out of reach.

Good man, I used to say thin life, I shot it from. I immediately bragged that it was amazing.

Ruinai is also Ruinai, the kind of kid who says "cute face" where he likes to be. Although the contents are far from princess.

"I'll make you one every three days."

"No, that's fine."

It doesn't mean I'm never being mean or kidding myself.

No, maybe I'm just kidding, but it's a service spirit. My sense of wanting to surprise and entertain myself is fundamental.

When the cake is flattened while Ruinai watches, he goes to the kitchen and soaks the dish in water in a flush.

There was a plate full of raw cream next to it, and I thought, but for now, I decided not to watch it, so I went back to the living room, and I streamed a sit-down TV onto the couch.

Then Ruinai sat right next to him, and he began to wander off when he yawned big.

Looking at TV news, etc. as it were, the time was around 6: 00 in the evening at some point.

Ruinai, who brought herself all the way to the couch, rests quietly in her sleep.

If Ruinai doesn't want rice, let's just get it right on our own.

If you think so and remove the bag of instant ramen from the cupboard, light the pan with water and add the noodles.

Beat the eggs, sprouts or whatever was in the fridge appropriately and simmer for a while, bring them to the table as they were in the pan and stick the chopsticks in.

My father doesn't like this way of eating because he's poor, but I don't care now.

As I rinse the noodles, Ruinai, who has been awake at some point, puts his hands on the table and somehow sneaks in my ears.

"Take a bite."

I thought you didn't want dinner.

"Ahem."

You want to see a reactionary artist. Eat it yourself because it's hot. and give them chopsticks.

Ruinai, who inhaled the noodles slowly in order not to succeed, spun his mouth all the way around,

"I'm going to take a bath!

"There's no hot water yet."

"He's coming!

He leaves the room after all he's done, and he'll be right back. Take another bite, and wait.

After a while the bath alert goes off or I just leave in a hurry.

"I'm taking a bath!

And a few minutes later, he comes back with a bath towel wrapped around his body with hot air, and stands in front of Yoshio, who was messing with his phone on the couch.

"Dressed like that..."

"Eh heh..."

Ruinai, with some strange laughter, suddenly spreads her arms wide to the left and right.

Then a towel wrapped around his body all the way down to the floor.