"Se~nior~!"
Kasahara Asuka stood beside him, bending over to look at him.
Her delicate little face puffed up with anger, and as she leaned in close, the sweet and distinctive scent of oranges, unique to her, filled the air. Fujiwara Reya had no choice but to lean back on the sofa, feeling increasingly uneasy.
Now he was blocked on both sides and in front, with the sofa back at his rear, leaving him no way out.
"What’s wrong?" he asked cautiously.
Kasahara Asuka pouted her tempting, glossy lips and glanced at Natsuki Kuri: "Who is better, or this woman?"
Who’s better?
Fujiwara Reya was montarily lost in thought.
The junior was spoiled and had a terrible personality, but she was unexpectedly good to him; the aunt was beautiful and gracious, understood him well, but he couldn’t handle her.
"Hmm—" Fujiwara Reya deliberated internally, then spoke with a strong will to survive: "In my heart, you’re about the sa, one is a little demon, and the other is a big demon, both are the won of my dreams."
"Eek~~"
Kasahara Fukaeri’s expression changed.
A strange chill of "you’re indeed a jerk" emanated from her fingertips as she tapped her arm.
"Of course, there’s also Sister Fukaeri," Fujiwara Reya dragged her into the conversation as well, "a beautiful and valiant, justice-filled police officer, who wouldn’t love her? Oh, by the way, Fukaeri, do you have any latex suits? Could you wear one for the next operation? No other reason, I just want to see if it bulges."
"Sigh," Kasahara Fukaeri rubbed her brow helplessly, coldly saying: "Shut up!"
Her temperant was always cold, her emotions ever so calm, and almost no one could influence her mood. But only Fujiwara Reya’s mouth often left her feeling both headache-inducing and helpless.
She really wanted to step on his lips and make him shut up forever—
"Senior——" Kasahara Asuka shook Fujiwara Reya’s shoulders.
She was truly angry.
Initially, she thought the senior just had a slightly ambiguous relationship with the senior-sister, but in essence, he was still a hardworking and innocent boy from the countryside. She didn’t expect that besides the senior-sister, he also had a thing with Sister Kuri, who was his fiancée. Humph, frivolous jerk!
And her!
The genius shrine maiden!
The star of tomorrow!
Even the gods would praise the cute Asuka, and she was just a backup!
According to Kasahara Asuka’s temper, the fact that she hadn’t stabbed the senior a few tis already was quite polite.
"..." Fujiwara Reya reached out his free hand and gently grasped her small hand shaking his shoulders, "Don’t be angry, listen to , my relationship with Kuri is more complicated, it can’t be simply sumd up in one word ’fiancée’."
Kasahara Asuka’s expression eased slightly.
In the next second, Natsuki Kuri lightly covered her mouth with her hand, smiled charmingly, and said: "Indeed, it’s not that simple. After all, I confird my feelings when I was seventeen, liking a ten-year-old boy, isn’t that quite incredible?"
"Pervert shota-con!" Kasahara Asuka looked at her full of hostility.
"Haha," Natsuki Kuri burst into laughter, entwining her fingers to rest on Fujiwara Reya’s shoulder, propping her chin, and looking at the sulky little sister, "That year I had just left his side and returned to Tokyo for high school. From then until college, I never saw him once, and he never sent a ssage, nor did my feelings reach him."
"Those years I went to Shikoku..." Fujiwara Reya hurriedly explained.
"I’m not blaming you," Natsuki Kuri straightforwardly shook her head, her watery eyes playfully winking at him.
"Why not go to him?" Kasahara Fukaeri asked, not understanding, "Use various ans to find out where he is and tell him you like him in person, wouldn’t that be enough?"
"No, I didn’t want to do that, I wanted to wait for him in Tokyo." Natsuki Kuri looked at Fujiwara Reya, deliberately clearing her throat with a sense of gravity, "What I hoped for was to run into him by chance one day on the streets of Tokyo. Like eting him in passing, or accidentally sitting on the sa bus."
"A fateful encounter?" Kasahara Fukaeri pondered as she asked.
"Ah, sothing like that," Natsuki Kuri said happily, taking a sip of the untouched tea on the table, "When the ti cos to et, I want to clearly express: the only person I’ve loved in my life is you."
"Tch~"
Kasahara Asuka pouted.
Like pouring cold water, she muttered: "The chances of such a reunion are probably very low. The other person may have changed a lot in appearance, perhaps you won’t recognize each other even if you pass by."
Natsuki Kuri shook her head and said confidently: "No matter how his appearance changes, I can recognize him with just one look. Absolutely no mistake."
"Oh, I see." Kasahara Fukaeri nodded thoughtfully.
"That’s exactly it."
"Hence you firmly believe that this accidental reunion will co, waiting for the day to co all alone."
"So whenever I go shopping, I’m always persistently observing."
"No wonder whenever we go shopping, your gaze is especially attentive to the people around."
Even though they were discussing him, Fujiwara Reya felt like an outsider, unable to interject.
"Eh, I still don’t quite understand..." Kasahara Fukaeri said admiringly, "The situation among you, or rather the way you feel, I still don’t get it. But having soone you love so deeply is extrely enviable."
Natsuki Kuri placed the tea cup on the table, gently wiped her mouth with a napkin, and then said: "No matter what ti it is now, or where this place is, none of that matters, I just want to see him, so much that it hurts. This is the one truth I can confidently declare."
"It’s like a long-running romance drama," Kasahara Fukaeri tapped lightly on the cup’s rim with her fingernail.
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