Standing in front of the Izumi household—
Yukima Azuma's emotions were complicated.
After the swap event ended—
He imdiately checked his relationship with Izumi Sagiri.
And he discovered that the tiline had changed.
Yukima Azuma thought that this ant he had made a difference.
But now, Izumi Sagiri suddenly ssaged him.
Perhaps, the essence of the event hadn't actually changed?
As if ti itself had auto-corrected, bringing everything back to its original path.
Could it be that all his efforts were in vain?
He shook his head slightly, brushing away those useless thoughts.
Yukima Azuma pressed the doorbell.
No matter what—he should at least et Izumi Sagiri first.
After ringing the bell—
Yukima Azuma assud the situation would be the sa as last ti.
No one would answer, and then Izumi Sagiri would ssage him, telling him where the spare key was hidden.
But reality was different.
Through the door—
A woman's voice sounded from inside.
"Excuse … Huh? Sagiri? Why are you running downstairs?"
Right after that—
A series of hurried footsteps echoed.
Click.
The door opened.
Izumi Sagiri timidly peeked her head out.
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Her pale blue eyes fixed on Yukima Azuma.
"Y-You… why are you at my house?"
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Seeing the girl before him—
Yukima Azuma was montarily stunned.
∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ?
By Jesus above! Izumi Sagiri actually stepped out of her room!
(´⊙ω⊙`)ᵒᵐᵍᵎᵎᵎ
At this mont, he didn't need to question anything anymore.
Because just seeing this adorable silver-haired girl was the clearest proof.
After a brief daze, Yukima Azuma adjusted his emotions, then smiled with slight surprise.
"Eromanga-sensei? I never expected to run into you here!"
Hearing that, the girl instantly fluffed up like an angry kitten.
"I-I don't know anyone with such a weird na!"
(˶˃⤙˂˶)
She even made a fierce expression as she spoke.
⎛⎝( ` ᢍ ´ )⎠⎞
Of course, that was just what she thought.
In reality, it was completely non-threatening—if anything, it only made her even more adorable.
Since she had signed a contract with Laplace Corporation—
The information of "Eromanga-sensei," aka Izumi Sagiri, had already been sent to the company.
Izumi Sagiri understood this well.
Even though she tried to put on a strong front, she only voiced one rebuttal before letting it go.
She didn't bother coming up with pointless excuses to hide it anymore.
Instead, she just asked:
"W-Why are you here?"
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Yukima Azuma raised the cake box in his hands.
"Today, soone is celebrating their birthday, and they wished for a cake."
"I wonder if there's anyone else in this house celebrating a birthday?"
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After confirming that Yukima Azuma was truly the one who ca to fulfill her wish—
Izumi Sagiri unconsciously placed a hand over her chest.
Her heartbeat quickened.
At first, Sagiri only had a vague fondness for Yukima Azuma because they shared the sa interests.
But right now, that feeling was as if it had been covered by a special filter—
Making her heart race as she looked at the young man before her.
"J-Just… calling Sagiri is fine…"
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"You're my dad's friend, right? I was the one who ssaged you."
Sagiri muttered softly, her gaze unconsciously dropping to her toes, feeling embarrassed.
At that mont, Izumi Sagiri's mother also stepped out, standing behind her daughter.
" Arara~ You must be Yukimi-sensei, right? Please co in."
( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩)
"Sagiri, why are you making a guest talk outside the door?"
Looking at the woman who was like an older version of Sagiri, Yukima Azuma smiled.
It seed that not only had his efforts not been in vain, but the results were even more apparent than expected.
...
After stepping inside—
While her mother went to fetch slippers for Yukima Azuma—
Izumi Sagiri tugged at Yukima Azuma's sleeve.
She winked at him.
( ˶o˶˶ ᴗ < ๑)
Her daughter had always been extrely shy and socially awkward, so making a friend was already a rare event.
Because of that, her gaze toward Yukima Azuma softened considerably, carrying the warm understanding of a mother.
(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡
"So that's how it is. It seems like Yukima-kun cares a lot about my daughter."
"Since you're here, why don't you stay for lunch? I was just about to start cooking."
"You two can chat on the sofa for a bit while I make so tea."
Mrs. Izumi took the cake box and gestured toward the sofa in the living room.
A silent invitation for the two of them to talk freely.
Then, she carried the cake and walked toward the kitchen.
Yukima Azuma nodded slightly.
His gaze unconsciously drifted toward the kitchen.
The arrangent of the kitchen was almost exactly the sa as the last ti he visited.
It seed that the Izumi kitchen had always been designed in Mrs. Izumi's style.
But there was one difference—
Last ti, when Yukima Azuma was here, the kitchen had felt cold, devoid of life.
But now, it was clearly a kitchen that was regularly used.
A place where a mother was taking care of her family.
...
After sitting down on the sofa—
Izumi Sagiri quietly stared at the boy sitting beside her.
Her heart was in turmoil.
He's so young, yet he's my dad's friend…?
Am I sitting too far away? What if he thinks I don't like him…?
Should I move a little closer…? Wait, why am I staring at him so much!?!
Realizing that staring at soone for so long might be rude, Izumi Sagiri quickly averted her gaze.
At the sa ti, she subtly shifted her body—moving just a little closer to Yukima Azuma.
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