Chapter 1: 1.1

A half-burn toast came out, serve on a plate in the kitchen. For my sister and for me who lives together. 

 

This is the last two dishes, and the rest of the cup is unreliable. The tableware was in a mess and I didn't want to see the sink.

 

"Well, then. Let's go call my sister..."

 

I move forward while avoiding a large number of comic books that have fallen on the floor of the living room and balls that have been thrown out randomly.

 

I knocked on the door of my sister's room.

 

"Hello, breakfast is ready."

 

My sister came out relatively soon -- in underwear with completely different patterns on the top and bottom. Sweat is floating on her big breasts. Her wild beauty, who was popular with people of the same sex when she was a student, seemed exhausted.

 

"You're still in underwear, you're being sloppy, aren't you?"

 

"It's not good, isn't it? It was so hot and humid at night... The liquid tab was so hot too."

 

Hijiri Kurosawa, also known as Hiji-nee, is a manga artist. At a young age, she had two monthly series, and one of them was animated when she was a university student.

 

It's all thanks to my older sister, who has a special talent, that I can live in this apartment, and that I can go to a school in the city. That's why, as a normal high school student, I try to do the "minimum housework" as much as I can.

 

"Well, what about today's breakfast... Ah? Again, this!?"

 

As soon as I got to the dining table, my sister dyed her sluggish face in a dissatisfied expression.

 

"Oh, what, it's not the same as usual. I just baked toast, but?"

 

"No matter how much, it doesn't look good. Congrats on breaking the record, Yuki. It's been two weeks in a row for breakfast with only a loaf of bread... I'll do a commemorative medal."

 

When I took off the bread's, my sister shrunk it and made a small circle. It's a bread medal.

 

"Hey. It's not good to play with food."

 

"Yes, yes, thank you for the sermon... Haa, I miss mother's breakfast."

 

"Well, we just leave it to her. We didn't even help out."

 

"That's why I grew up with my younger brother who can't do housework like this..."

 

Continuing on, she yawns without being shy, and the dark circles under her eyes are getting even more visible.

 

"Are you not sleeping again? The deadline is near?"

 

"That's right. I'm working hard to pay the high rent here... For the comfort of your sister, make a better breakfast!"

 

"I'm satisfied with the plain toast, but... well, there's still time for summer vacation from tomorrow? There's a possibility that I'll try hard."

 

"Oh, did you say that? You're going to do it, right?"

 

"Yes. As far as I can do as a high school boy who is not good at housework, but."

 

"That's fine. I'm looking forward to it, Yuki. It's as luxurious as possible, so I'll ask for it."

 

I was happy to hear the voice of my sister, and from tomorrow I'll put ham and cheese on top of the toast.

 

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The results of the final exam and the report card were returned at once. After the closing ceremony was over, everyone was in a buoyant mode, even though they were still in class, they spoke a lot, and some students were even walking around.

 

Yes, it's summer vacation starting tomorrow. Somehow, I called out to the girl in the seat next to me.

 

"Shima-san, how was your test results?"

 

Neneka Shima, who was sitting next to me, was also happy.

 

"Ah, do you want to hear it?"

 

"Yes. If you look like that, you have a good score."

 

Shima-san was grinning while fiddling with the ends of her hair with mesh.

 

"Well, it's not that good, but I avoided the red mark! Well, this time it was pretty bad, but I worked hard with my friends at the study session the other day."

 

A girl who looks like a gal nods with her arms crossed. Her rich breasts were emphasized, but I looked away. I don't stare at it, it's a matter of course.

 

"What about Yukito-kun? How was the test?"

 

"Well, I think it's not bad. Overall, it's a little above average."

 

"Oh, I understand. There's an image like that."

 

"Eh... let me be a little more specific. What kind of image is that?"

 

"Oh, what… That's just as good as usual."

 

"Oh, I know, I'll take it as a compliment. Rather, I'm happy, thank you Shima-san!"

 

"Ahaha, too much reaction."

 

She thought I was joking back, but I was pretty serious.

 

It's okay to be normal, because I don't have a special talent like Hiji-nee. [TN: Hiji-nee is his sister's nickname.] That's right, it's not as special as the girl sitting in my back.

 

"How was Arisa?"

 

Shima-san, who was sitting next to me, called out to the girl, Arisa Sanaka, who was stop talking, seemed bored.

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"──What? Ah, at the end of the term?"

 

Sanaka-san didn't seem to be interested in the excitement of this class. She shows no joy or depression, and her well-proportioned face was calm. Her father is an American, and she has advocated the perfection of modeling every time she sees it, and there is a specialness that directly appeals to the sensibility.

 

Even if there is a book that introduces "cute features", I wouldn't be surprised if it appears as the best example.

 

Naturally colored brown hair flows beautifully. There were some bundles on the back of her hand. Sanaka-san looks at me boredly. Even though her beautiful features firmly asserted her existence, I got the impression that she was somewhere far away. 

 

That's right, Takamine no Hana--she's actually a celebrity in the school. [TN: Takamine no Hana from Wikipedia - Used to describe the object of desire which is completely out of reach.]

 

You can call it a school idol. Her parents were famous movie directors, so her name recognition seemed to be high.

 

"Yes, your score at the end of the term. What was Sanaka-san's score?"

 

I said casually while hiding my nervousness. Then she answers back with a bored look.

 

"My grades? Just look at the grade ranking on the bulletin board. I should be in the top three."

 

A dry laugh. It was an expression that seemed to sound like an onomatopoeia. [TN: Onomatopoeia - the formation of a word from a sound associated with what is named]

 

Sanaka-san basically treats everyone like this. Talented aura. She is the scent of the strong. It was a very difficult existence for a normal boy to talk to. However, the girls in my class don't seem to think so.

 

"~~! I like that look. I can't stand it."

 

Shima-san lifted her hips from her seat and extended her arm over Sanaka-san's small head.

 

"What an artsy smug face! Arisa-san is so cute, so amazing, I'll do it for you!"

 

“Wow wow… I wonder if you won’t stroke my head so easily!? I don’t like that kind of treatment!”

 

"Eh, what? How are you treated?"

 

"So, that's why, it's like you're treating me like a child... it's okay, already."

 

Sanaka-san was a little embarrassed, and hesitantly brushed off Shima-san's hands.

 

Sanaka-san seems to be an idol at the school, and she's definitely a high-ranking flower, but for some reason she's treated like a class mascot by the girls. [TN: Ouch!… that's kinda heart if it were me!]

 

Like an object to be admired from afar? The other day, I was given handmade sweets by the girls in my class, calling it "feeding". Anyway, that's what it is.

 

She was a "special being" in many ways -- that's why I wasn't that good at Sanaka-san. It's a nearby seat, so we talk lightly, but of course we're just talking about small things.

 

For the time being, I decided to go with the flow and turn the topic into another one.

 

"It's almost summer vacation, but you're pretty calm, Sanaka-san."

 

"Is that so?"

 

"Yes. You don't have to worry about being treated like a child. You're more like an adult."

 

"Fufu, thank you."

 

Her bouncy voice, which is usually boring, and her tone is even higher.

 

"Well, there's something good about it during the summer vacation."

 

"Yes. Father, who went to shoot, is coming back to Japan for the first time in a while."

 

"Oh, the director? After all, top creators are busy."

 

"That's right. His busy, he traveled around the world, but since his staying at home this summer, I planning to get a good family service from time to time. Hehe."

 

"Hey!"

 

It's rare, Sanaka-san's expression was so bright and shiny. 

 

I was the one who gave it a backlash, but I was about to get my heart fluttering with that bright smile. It's dangerous... It's not good to have "special feelings" for such a special daughter.

 

"That's good. Ah, yes, Arisa-san, it's summer vacation."

 

Shima-san, who had moved the chair next to her, said, "Would you like to go to the beach with us? Ah, boys are not allowed, and we're talking about going with some girls, but if you like..."

 

"I'm sorry. I want to be free this summer as much as possible. I want to match my dad's plans, which I can only play occasionally..."

 

"Ah... is that so? That's a shame. But it can't be helped. It's a great opportunity, so have fun!"

 

Shima-san laughed out loud, even though he was far away from each other. I think that the person who refused would not care, and Sanaka-san seems apologetic.

 

"I'm really sorry. Shima-san, have fun too..."

 

That's how the conversation ended. A soft and unstable landing. That's right, we were only close to our seats. For some reason, I was just talking to fill the time until the end of class. It's not that I'm on good terms with her.

 

I also call out to my male friend in the seat, like, "Where are you going after school?"

 

Before such a summer vacation, the classroom was so soft and dazzling as the sunlight shining through the windows was reflected.

 

Even if it shines like Sanaka-san, even if you're dull like me, even if you are silent, long vacations will come.

 

Then I'll just spend my own summer vacation.

 

That's what I thought while looking at 3 and 4 on the report card.

 

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But, I had no way of knowing at that time that such an encounter would occur as soon as the summer vacation began.

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