Mrs. Hoshimi’s smile froze.
"Mr. Fujiwara, I invite you to die tonight!" she said angrily.
"Hahaha!" From the Kasahara family’s room, the cheerful laughter of Mrs. Kasahara and the sound of hands slapping the tatami could be heard.
"Size really doesn’t matter." Fujiwara Reya explained to the about-to-explode Mrs. Hoshimi, "What really matters is the aura!"
"Would you say the sa for Hiko?"
"Then forget it."
"Tsk tsk, double standards..." Mrs. Hoshimi gave him a disdainful look full of charm.
"Truly, aura is more important." Fujiwara Reya had no choice but to continue explaining, "Like Hiko, she’s a noble and alluring type of woman, she needs size to complent her aura. But you, Yako, are the graceful and serene type, too large would actually destroy that elegant aura."
"I’ll let it go this ti." Only then did Mrs. Hoshimi decide not to bother with him.
Discussing breast size with my mother, don’t you think it’s inappropriate... Hoshimi Rinko coughed lightly, her gaze was cool, "Fujiwara, please mind your boundaries."
"I’ll go change." Fujiwara Reya turned and went back to his room.
There was a prepared kimono on the bed. He had just changed into it and hadn’t had ti to fasten it when the sliding door on Hoshimi mother and daughter’s side opened. Mrs. Hoshimi dragged her daughter’s wrist over, "You go and assist Mr. Fujiwara with his attire."
Fujiwara Reya was a bit embarrassed: "Isn’t this inappropriate? (Nice job!)"
"If I, as her mother, don’t give her a push, she’s going to lose completely." Mrs. Hoshimi threw her daughter over as if tossing out the trash, then slid the door shut with a quick motion.
The setting sun quietly poured indoors through the window, and the gentle breeze occasionally swayed the white curtains.
The temperature in the room was a bit high, and the flowers in the garden—tulips, anemones, poppies, and various others—vied to outshine one another. The wind blew the floral scents into the room.
Hoshimi Rinko sighed deeply, a sigh as if squeezed out from her entire body. She rubbed her palms nervously as she approached Fujiwara Reya, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"Step back a little and don’t move." She said softly, looping her hands around his waist to tie his belt.
Their height difference was eight centiters.
Fujiwara Reya lowered his head, gazing down at the senior’s cheeks, her hair floating with a scent of gardenias. Even in simple attire, she emanated a lively feeling, her slender neck radiating youth.
"Only a wife would tie her husband’s belt." He suddenly remarked.
Hoshimi Rinko abruptly stopped her hands.
The beautiful young and dreamy figure stood there with wide eyes, her cheeks slightly red, motionless in innocent yearning.
The sunlight streaming through the window mingled with the scents of soil, flowers, and the sea, serene and clear. Hoshimi Rinko breathed for a mont, then lifted her face: "Lift your head, let tidy the collar."
Fujiwara Reya remained still.
"Lift it!"
She repeated, yet he still didn’t move.
"Bastard!" Hoshimi Rinko angrily cursed, suppressing her embarrassnt to gently lift his chin with one hand, arranging the collar of his juban with the other.
"You look really good in mourning clothes, senpai." Fujiwara Reya squinted as he spoke.
"Don’t say such silly things!" Hoshimi Rinko chastised him.
"Can senpai give a hug?"
"..."
Hoshimi Rinko retreated slightly, cautiously.
She grabbed Fujiwara Reya’s collar with her left hand, and with her right forefinger extended, aid at his chin, her wrist trembling. It seed her whole body had strength only in her fingers, her flushed cheeks shyly charming.
If it were a junior, Fujiwara Reya would’ve kissed her.
Unfortunately, she was a senior, a stern and beautiful senior who wasn’t easily swayed, who wouldn’t easily allow Fujiwara Reya to hug her.
"Senpai’s long hair is really beautiful." He could only cajole, inch by inch.
Hoshimi Rinko instinctively moved the hand on his chin back to her hair.
In doing so, Fujiwara Reya’s head lowered straight down, staring directly into her eyes: "Your shy look is also adorable."
"..." Hoshimi Rinko placed her hand on her lips, avoiding his gaze, and murmured in a tiny voice, "Please, I’m not a brainless girl, stop saying such things, it’s annoying."
"Your tsundere look is the cutest."
"...I’m not tsundere!" Hoshimi Rinko suddenly lifted her head, sharp gaze, her fair and delicate face flushed completely red.
"Ah, right, right, since you say so, I have to believe it."
"Alright, go on." Hoshimi Rinko finished adjusting his clothes and turned to flee.
"Wait a minute, there’s still ti." Fujiwara Reya glanced at his watch, "It’s just past five in the early evening now. The fireworks festival doesn’t start until eight."
"Being with you gives a sense of insecurity!" Hoshimi Rinko coldly refused.
Fujiwara Reya said nothing, just walked to the veranda through the back door of the room and sat down on the floor. Hoshimi Rinko left the room wearing wooden clogs but returned after a mont, carrying a platter of sliced waterlon.
As dusk approached, the sunlight waned, and the shadow of the trees extended to the eaves of the veranda. The two ate waterlon, gazing at the courtyard plants, and the re sound of the leaves swaying in the garden brought a sense of ease.
Hoshimi Rinko was truly elegant, patiently removing the seeds from the waterlon before taking small bites, never spitting them out while eating. In contrast, Fujiwara Reya sotis didn’t even spit the seeds out, swallowing them straight down.
"Be careful, waterlon seeds might sprout in your stomach." Hoshimi Rinko quietly nudged him with her elbow.
"They’ll pass through, haven’t you learned anything in biology?"
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