When returning ho to Yukima.
The sky had already turned completely dark.
"I'm back."
(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
"Welco ho."
(✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾
The usual conversation.
Yukima Azuma was used to it.
Kasumigaoka Utaha, who responded to Yukima Azuma, waved her hand to call him over.
Waiting until Yukima Azuma changed into indoor slippers and stepped closer.
He saw a steaming hot plate of omurice on the dining table.
"Utaha-senpai treats so well."
( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡
"Stop talking nonsense, go wash your hands and eat."
( ｡ •̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ )
Kasumigaoka Utaha glared at Yukima Azuma, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve slightly.
Yukima Azuma imdiately ran to the bathroom.
He seed very eager.
Before long, he had finished washing his hands and rushed back out.
As soon as he picked up the spoon, Yukima Azuma started eating right away.
Even though Kasumigaoka Utaha's cooking skills weren't that great.
This omurice, however.
Yukima Azuma felt it tasted even better than when he made it himself.
Perhaps he was a little biased because he cherished the person who made it.
But since he was the one eating it, a subjective evaluation didn't really matter.
While Yukima Azuma was eating.
Kasumigaoka Utaha softly asked:
"How... was it over there?"
"Nom fine Nom..."
(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
"Don't talk while chewing your food!"
૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა
Kasumigaoka Utaha was sowhat exasperated.
Clearly, he acted very mature, but these little habits made him seem just like a child.
Yukima Azuma swallowed all the omurice in his mouth, then said:
"It was actually quite alright..."
Then he summarized the current situation of the Izumi household.
Apparently, even though it was just a widowed mother and a small child left, they still had a considerable inco and a decent main house.
Kasumigaoka Utaha let out a quiet sigh of relief.
That was good.
Despite her cold, sharp-tongued, and sowhat distant exterior.
This long-haired black-haired senpai was actually soone who cared deeply about emotions.
If the relatives of a deceased acquaintance had to live on the streets, begging for food.
Kasumigaoka Utaha would definitely feel heartbroken.
But after she had finished sighing in relief...
The long-haired senpai suddenly realized sothing suspicious.
"Now that I think about it, is the Izumi family's child a boy or a girl?"
(≖ᴗ≖ ✿)
Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at Yukima Azuma with a skeptical gaze.
Earlier, he had ntioned that he would help find a private tutor for the Izumi family's child.
Based on what Kasumigaoka Utaha knew about Yukima Azuma.
Although he valued loyalty and relationships.
If there weren't any other reasons.
He wouldn't go out of his way to care this much.
If it were just a simple matter of giving them so money, Kasumigaoka Utaha wouldn't find it strange.
But for him to be this ticulous, even helping to find soone to solve the problem… Sothing was off!
(╭ರ_•́)
The corner of Yukima Azuma's mouth twitched.
"Utaha-senpai, what are you thinking? That child is still an elentary school student."
ಠ_ಠ
Hearing this, Kasumigaoka Utaha rolled her eyes.
"So what if they're an elentary school student? It's not like you don't have a precedent."
Yukima Azuma looked puzzled.
∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ?
A precedent?
What precedent?
After thinking for a mont, he finally realized.
Kasumigaoka Utaha was definitely talking about Hinatsuru Ai.
"I swear to FBI-sama, I'm completely innocent!"
Yukima Azuma raised both hands to the sky and swore.
¯\\_(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)_/¯
FBI: ( ≖‿ ≖ ) Are you sure about that, boy?
Kasumigaoka Utaha let out a small snort.
(¬_¬)
Injustice?
If you were wrongly accused, only a ghost would believe it!
How did she not realize it before?
This Lonely-kun… turns out to be quite the lady-killer!
At this point, the number of girls in the house had grown so much that it was almost overflowing.
It wouldn't even be wrong to call it The Harem House of Yukima Azuma.
But thinking back, Kasumigaoka Utaha sighed inwardly.
"( - ⌓ - )
The boy from back then was as dense as reinforced concrete.
And yet, she had been so prideful, unwilling to lower her head even a little.
In the end, they broke up because of it.
Now, she could only bla herself.
But, even so…
"Lonely-kun, co to my room tonight. I have sothing to talk to you about."
(≖⩊≖)
Kasumigaoka Utaha flashed a mischievous little devil's smile.
Yukima Azuma: ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!!
Although the two hadn't taken that final step yet.
Their relationship was incredibly intimate, but that thin barrier had yet to be broken.
However, this older senpai had plenty of tricks up her sleeve.
Aside from that, there was nothing she wouldn't dare to do.
This trip… was unlikely to be an easy one.
"What? Do you have a problem with that?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha shot a glare at Yukima Azuma.
He imdiately shook his head.
૮₍˶ ╥ ‸ ╥ ⑅₎ა
But inside: (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)
...
That night.
But instead of going to Kasumigaoka Utaha's room first, Yukima Azuma knocked on Kirisu Mafuyu's door.
When she opened the door and saw Yukima Azuma.
Kirisu Mafuyu looked a little confused.
It hadn't been that long since he last helped her clean her room, had it?
Even so, Kirisu Mafuyu still opened the door and pulled Yukima Azuma inside.
Seeing the familiar boy sitting on the edge of her bed.
Kirisu Mafuyu's face unconsciously turned a little red.
Then, she reminded herself:
I'm a teacher! How can I be having strange thoughts just because I'm alone with a student?
(∩˃o˂∩)
A little closeness between teacher and student is normal.
Even if the student is a bit rude, as a teacher, it's only natural to be tolerant. Umu.
With that thought, Kirisu Mafuyu cald herself down.
Yukima Azuma tilted his head, looking at Kirisu Mafuyu.
Why did he feel like Kirisu-sensei's emotions had just fluctuated quite a bit?
"Kirisu-sensei."
"Yes!"
Σ(°△° ꪱꪱꪱ)
"Uh… Kirisu-sensei, are you okay?"
"Ah, it's nothing. Y-you… you troubleso student, what do you want?"
(｡>\\\\
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