V1Ch2: Sister figure, mother figure.

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Translator: Soafp

This may sound quick, but I’m being interviewed as soon as I get home. The suspect is Yukito Kokonoe.

“Why did you say that?”

Today, as always, the dining table is shrouded in mystery, but the look in her eyes is even scarier than usual.

Sitting in front of me, the accused, is my sister, Yuuri Kokonoe.

It’s so bad. I’m about to be sentenced to jail without a trial, can someone do something about it? I can’t.

“I have no idea…”

My sister was honestly a beautiful woman in the eyes of my immediate family, just like my mom. She was already a complete goddess. Her waist-length black hair was beautiful, her eyes were well-defined, and she was a pure and innocent beauty.

The sharp eyes also matched the atmosphere. I should worship her three times a day for now. I am lucky that I drew SSR sister, but I am sure that I must have piled up a lot of luck. The only thing I know for sure is that it’s not me in this life.

She is one year older than me and a sophomore at the same high school. I heard that she is the next president of the student council and is one of the most famous people in the school because of her beauty (I don’t know much about her).

For an inadequate younger brother like me, she is my proud older sister, but the disparity is so great that we are not recognized as siblings at our high school.

Maybe this is rather good news? I can hardly believe that my mother and sister are the same blood relatives as me. Ever since I proposed the [Yukito Kokonoe being picked up] theorie, my mother cried, this topic has become a taboo for me to discuss.

“Have you made any friends yet?”

When she spoke to me, I was dazzled by her halo, and sadly, I was nervous.

She looked at me with her big eyes and I couldn’t look directly at her and involuntarily looked away. There is some kind of invisible aura about her. Spirituality. In general, my sister wears a loose-fitting T-shirt and shorts at home. It was also the reason why I had a hard time looking at her since she is spending her time in casual clothes.

“…Friends….what are friends?”

“It scares me to question you there, so stop”

Is she concerned about whether her poorly made brother is having a decent high school experience?

My sister’s kindness is roaring throughout the three thousand worlds, but if my reputation is bad, it might affect her too.

Crap, I’ll have to be careful from now on.

“Are you friends with that guy?”

“Do you know Mihou?”

I was surprised to hear the name of a handsome, fresh-looking man suddenly come out of my sister’s mouth.

Is he that famous? He certainly has a good face and personality.

Maybe she likes younger guys. Spring has arrived for her!

“By any chance, do you like him?”

“Ha?”

The first thing that comes to my mind is that I am about to be shot dead by her gaze. Her eyes are so cold that I feel as if a guilty verdict is about to be pronounced.

I gently lifted my head to steal a look at her face, but she seemed to have caught on to my reading.

I’ve been hit. Landmine glare! Yukito’s defense power has been lowered!

“I-I-I-I-It’s nothing!”

I’m so upset, my instincts are warning me that if I make her angry, I’m a dead man.

“And, why did you greet him like that?”

“Before that, why do you want to know?”

“Answer the question.”

“Yes”

Sadly, a younger brother is helpless against his older sister. It seems that she is aware of what is going on in the classroom, and she has a lot to look forward to if a spy is to be suspected among my classmates.

“Is it because of Suzurikawa-san and Kamishiro-san?”

“….. No comment on that.”

“Guilty and sentenced to death.”

“No, I’m not lying, I’m telling the truth.”

The judicial system was also surprisingly arbitrary in its decision. The justice system is not helping.

“Huh? But how does Yuuri-san know about Kamishiro?”

“Obviously, I know that much.”

What the hell… it was decided! I was stunned by the biggest shock of the century, but it was only April. At this rate, the future was looking bleak.

It was a topic I didn’t want to touch at all, but it seems that my sister knows all my classmates perfectly. She knows more about them than I do, who can barely remember their names. Amazing! Maybe it’s a matter of course for a smart girl like her. But even so, it was a surprise to me that she knows Kamishiro.

Although Suzurikawa and my sister have known each other since childhood, they have never had any contact at all.

I can’t deny that my mind was slightly boggled when the two names were mentioned all the way up to the top of the list.

“I’m sorry, Yuuri-san, but I have to go study.”

I quickly put away the dishes I had finished eating and quickly fled the scene. The urge to stay was stronger than the fear of being decapitated.

“Yukito, are you really okay? Are you? “

“Yes, I’m fine.”

I interrupt my sister’s words. I decided to go to my room at once.

I was angry at my extremely rude attitude. What was she going to say? Was she worried about me by any chance?

I fell into bed in the dark room, without turning on the light, —because my sister hates me.

[Yuuri PoV]

“Why did he have to go through all of this ……”

Oh …. Mou! I scratch my head in frustration. I thought the situation would improve when he entered high school. But instead, it’s getting worse. I hate the look on the faces of his new classmates. I grit my teeth at the helplessness of not being able to say anything to my brother as he heads to his room. I may have offended him by insensitively raising a subject about which he didn’t want to be touched.

Why am I so clumsy and insensitive? People around me always praise me so much, but in reality, I am so helpless. I can’t do anything for my brother.

My mother and I live together in this apartment. We are a family of three, and our father and mother divorced a long time ago. Fortunately, we are well-off and my mother earns a lot of money, so we don’t have any problems.

But we have another more serious problem. I was looking forward to the day when he would enter school, but this is just the same as before! My hopes are shattered, and my worries are only growing.

I wanted my brother to have a bright and happy high school life. But if things continue as they are, that won’t happen either. I feel a never-ending sense of inexpressible anxiety. My expression clouded when I saw my brother’s classmates, the worst possible combination. Hinagi Suzurikawa and Shiori Kamishiro.

Women who liked my brother. Absolutely unforgivable. I don’t want these two getting close to my brother anymore! I thought about what I could do to help him, but there was nothing I could do until he moved up to the next class and switching classes.

There was nothing I could do.

I can’t help but scoff to myself. What’s the point of playing the big sister or worrying about it now? The reason I dislike the two of them is because, in the end, it’s kindred hatred.

I hate myself, so it was only natural that I should hate the same two people I hate.

I remember the look on my brother’s face as he left. I had hurt him again. Nothing has changed since then. The way he looks at me is always frightened.

I can tell how he feels about me by the way he quickly looks away from me.

He is always looking for my mood and never speaks to me unless it is necessary. That is no way to have a proper sister-brother relationship. But I am the one who made it that way. I had hoped that the passage of time would resolve the rift, but instead of easing it, it has worsened. The fact that I had failed to see this only made the painful reality more intense. Since that day, my brother has called me with a “san.” He has never once called me Ane. (sister)

There was no way that I could ever say anything to my brother as if I were his sister. Because he hates me.

[Yukito PoV]

“I’m home.”

My mother, Ouka Kokonoe, comes home. It was past eight o’clock. She was busy as usual. She often comes home around this time, but on those occasions, I am usually in charge of dinner. My sister is not so good at housework. She may be saying that heaven does not give two things. Beauty is a blessing in disguise, isn’t it?

“Welcome home.”

“Oh, yes. I’m sorry I couldn’t make dinner.”

“No, it’s fine”

I don’t think I should feel so much of a drawback when she works for us, but my mom basically wants to do the housework herself. It would be nice to leave more to her. With her I mean my sister. I think she should be doing more of the work at home.

“Yukito are you…….doing well at school?”

“Well, I guess so.”

“I see. That’s good.”

A subtle, awkward silence ensues. My family is asking me about school in a strange way, probably because they’re wondering if I’m causing any problems. In fact, I did from the very first day. It could be said that they don’t trust me that much, but considering that I caused a lot of trouble in junior high school, I completely deserved it.

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“I probably won’t do anything that will cause trouble. I’m going to stay quiet.”

“No, that’s not what I meant–“

“I’ve made dinner, so you can heat it up and eat it if you want. I’m going back to my room.”

As I turned my back to go to my room, I didn’t know that my mother was giving me a sad look.

“Oi, fresh and handsome man. You could use a little less facial output.”

“Finally getting to school, huh?”

“What’s going on?”

“Well, you know. I’d like to ask you some questions.”

As soon as I arrived at the classroom, I was having a sterile exchange with Kouki, when someone cheerfully interrupted me. The cheerful people who can maintain this tension in the morning are nothing short of natural enemies for the negative people. I was already feeling tired, but sure enough, it was my rival, Kana Sakurai.

“Good morning, Kokonoe-kun!”

“Sakurai-san huh. Good morning. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it yesterday. How was your day?”

“Ahaha. We were having a good time together right!”

“Hmm? What happened?”

Elizabeth’s reaction was similar to Kouki’s earlier. I don’t want to get involved in any way, but that’s when my gray brain cells arrive at the truth.

Hahahaa, I see. I see…you’re in the middle of a fight, aren’t you?

One of the possibilities is that someone confessed their feelings to the handsome guy while they were playing, and other girls who felt threatened by it also confessed their feelings to him. So things got awkward, and they are still dragging it out today.

I am so proud of myself for my perfect deductions. I, Yukito, am the very definition of a Japanese Holmes. I have never been popular. Unlike me, who has never had a girlfriend in my life, they have been in love as soon as I entered the school.

“By the way, Kokonoe-san. Do you by chance know Suzurikawa and Kamishiro?”

“Well, I’d say we know each other.”

W-Why did Elizabeth mention that name? I was puzzled by the mention of their names after my sister’s yesterday. Is there a Suzurikawa and kamishiro boom going on in the world without my knowledge? If so, all I can do is just pass the boom with flying colors.

“Is it safe to ask?”

“There’s nothing to it. We just know each other. I used to live next door to Suzurikawa and we grew up together. Kamishiro and I were just friends in junior high school when we were in sports club.”

“I didn’t realize you had such a connection with the two most beautiful girls in this class, Kokonoe-kun.”

“I didn’t realize that such a caste category had already been established without my knowledge…..”

“No, but it doesn’t look that way to me.”

I wonder if the status of the two most beautiful women is Brahman or Kshatriya. At least, they must not be of the same rank as me. If they are of the highest rank, I am afraid to talk to them, but that makes me feel more comfortable, so it is no problem at all.

“Ora, get your a*s to your seat, you troublemaker.”

Sayuri-sensei enters the classroom. I am relieved that this topic is over for the time being, but when did I become a problem child? I mean, is that my nickname! Let me reiterate here that I’m not a problem child. I have always had bad luck with women.

It is no exaggeration to say that at my age, I am the ultimate in female difficulties. My mother shunned me, my sister hates me, and my childhood friend, whom I thought I was in love with, had a boyfriend before me when I wanted to confess my love to her.

In the midst of such heartbreak, I was targeted for a false confession, and I just don’t have a good time. I was almost kidnapped, I tried to save a lost girl and her parents reported me to the police, and I had been involved in a lot of troublesome and annoying troubles and bad luck since I was a small child.

As a result of my heroic deeds in the other world, I was killed by vengeance and reborn in this world. The fact that I have such bad luck with women means that I must be carrying that karma with me.

I am not good at forming deep relationships with others, and even before that, I am unable to sense or empathize with their feelings. It’s not that I don’t want to be hurt or that I am afraid of being hurt. It’s simply that I don’t understand those kinds of feelings.

Nowadays, I find it troublesome to get involved with people, but on the other hand, I am good at getting along with people on the surface, and if I can lead a life that doesn’t cause anyone trouble, then that’s my way of life. I guess you could say it’s a technique.

Once I learned that these guys were in my class here, my mission in high school was to stay as low-key and peaceful as possible, like a shiny moss shining secretly in a cave, while minimizing contact with my classmates as a cape, but I lamented my fate when I unexpectedly introduced myself. Just as I was getting ready to leave, the fresh, handsome guy next to me somehow took a liking to me.

My plan to be a shady, lonely guy is about to collapse.

But I have a trump card. Speaking of shady, yes.

“Are you going to join a club, Yukito?”

Fuufuufuu. The topic I’ve been waiting for has arrived. I’m a sinful man.

After school, the topic of club activities comes up in idle chit-chat. The high school is not particularly good at sports, but the athletic teams are active in their own way, although, thankfully, the relaxed school culture means that there are no rules that require everyone to belong to some kind of club.

“What about you, then?

“I’ve been asked to join a lot of sports clubs, but I’m thinking about it.”

“Tch, this is why you’re sunshine, listen up. There is only one club activity that is appropriate for me, a negative person.”

“Yuki.”

The only one who calls me by my first name in this class is the fresh-looking guy next to me, right? I look back and see someone I’d rather not have anything to do with.

“Kamishiro?”

Kamishiro’s expression suddenly turns grim. What, is something wrong with you?

Girls have a completely incomprehensible life style. I was not a popular girl, so it was a difficult request to understand the subtleties of women’s emotions.

“You don’t call me by my name, huh?

“We’re not that close.”

“That’s……Right…..”

What the hell is this girl talking about out of the blue? There was no way I could address a girl in a familiar way. Only a handsome guy like Kouki would be allowed to do so.

“Yuki is going to join the basketball team, right? I’m thinking of becoming the manager of the men’s basketball team! So this time we’ll be together—“

Basketball I miss the three years I spent in middle school playing basketball.

But all that remains are bad memories. I couldn’t achieve the goals I set for myself, and I couldn’t accomplish anything. All I remember is the trouble I caused the team. I was supposed to have devoted myself to moving forward, but I just stagnated, unable to achieve even that.

” Kamishiro, I don’t play basketball anymore.”

“Eh? …. That’s a lie, isn’t it? Because, after all that…”

“It’s all over. Nothing motivates me.”

“You’ve been playing basketball your whole life!”

“You know better than anyone how that turned out.”

At that moment, Kamishiro’s expression was clearly distorted. She was staring at me with eyes that looked as if she was about to cry. I met her gaze straight on, without averting it.

“Kamishiro, how long are you going to feel sorry for me?”

“You’re wrong! I’m sorry, Yuki, but it’s not like that. “

“To begin with, there is no way I would ever play basketball, being a shady person. It’s been a rule since the beginning of time that the only thing suitable for a “shady” person is to be in the home club! So, I’m going home. See you later. Good luck as manager.”

“Wait!”

Ignoring the Kamishiro, I head for the front door. Ignoring the students in their loafers, I headed for the front door. This is the youth I had hoped for. In junior high school, I could not have any fun after school because of club activities. It could be said that I wasted my youth.

In that sense, I plan to go home from high school and enjoy school life in a relaxed manner. I don’t even think about touching a ball anymore. I have lost all the enthusiasm and heat I had back then.

It’s gone. I will never be able to confront it again as I did in the past.

“Just like the old days……huh”

It was as if witnessing again one of yesterday’s karaoke sessions. The classroom was buzzing. This time, many of his classmates were there to witness it. They were in the middle of a whirlwind.

(Kokonoe-kun, there’s no way that nothing happened after that! Another shura scene yesterday, now today!)

Classmates were glancing at Kamishiro, but the person in question was biting her lips and staring at the entrance to the classroom. She was oblivious to the hustle and bustle in the classroom.

“Uhm Kamishiro-san. Will you be the manager of the basketball team? I’m thinking of joining the basketball team, so I’m glad.”

“Sorry, let me think about it.”

“Eh?”

Poor guy. This was clearly not the time to call out to her.

The question is, does Kamishoro have a thing for Yukito? Ito, with a faint smile on his face, tries to talk to Kamishiro, but she brushes him off.

(Pupupu……I shouldn’t laugh but I feel a little sorry for Ito-kun. ……)

(EEEEEHHHHHH!!?! So you’re saying that Kamishiro-chan was trying to be the manager of Kokonoe-chan?)

“It’s a pity that Yukito is a homecoming club member. I like sports, but I did a lot of club activities in middle school. I guess I’ll join the homecoming club too.”

Mihou, the only person, was mumbling something like that without reading the air.

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