Chapter 61: Chapter 20
"Thanks for the al."
The three of them finished the short prayer together as the dining room grew quiet.
The soft clatter of chopsticks against ceramic faded as Aiko collected the plates with her usual calm rhythm.
Suzune stretched her arms up, satisfied, while Seijirou leaned back slightly and let out a small breath, the warmth of the ho, the faint citrus scent of Aiko’s cleaning products, and the familiar lighting made the entire scene feel almost unreal to him.
When was the last ti he actually had dinner with others?
"I’ll wash the dishes." Said Aiko, "Kageyama-kun, you can go and take a bath. If you’re staying for the night, you can use the guest room."
Seijirou nodded. "Thank you, Miss Korukawa."
He stood and headed down the hallway, his steps echoed lightly on the polished wooden floor while looking around in wonder.
Everything was the sa since the last ti he has been here. Their house was still large, quiet, and far too spotless for a place for two people who are barely even ho.
Completely unlike his place.
If Suzune wasn’t visiting him from ti to ti, he would’ve already been buried under all the ss.
Just then, Suzune also rose from her seat, intending to prepare the guest room for Seijirou to stay in, but a hand suddenly pinched the back of her collar.
"Urk." She choked out a half squeak, half cough.
Aiko pulled her back with no effort at all, her eyes staring at her daughter, "You’re not going anywhere, you lady. You’re helping with the dishes."
Suzune turned with a dramatic pout. "But Moooom."
Aiko looked at her with the quiet, emotionless stare that all children feared, the stare that announced dominance, the stare that crushed rebellion.
Suzune shrank instantly, "Fine. I’ll do it."
She grumbled under her breath.
Unfortunately for her, Aiko heard her grumbling sothing as she handed her a stack of bowls. "What did you say? Are you complaining?"
"I didn’t say anything. I’m not complaining. Swear!"
"You did."
"...Okay maybe I did."
Aiko said nothing more, after all she isn’t really planning on punishing her daughter for grumbling a little.
Suzune sighed, rolled up her sleeves, and turned on the faucet.
As the water ran, she peeked toward the hallway where Seijirou disappeared, and her eyes softened.
Aiko noticed this imdiately.
"Focus on your work." Aiko said, not taking her eyes off the plates.
Suzune blinked. "What?"
"I said focus on your work. You’re moving like a puppy waiting for its owner."
Suzune slapped her own cheeks. "I am not."
"You are."
"I am helping with dishes, see? Productive. Mature. Calm."
Aiko glanced at her. "You dropped a bowl."
"Eek!"
Suzune scrambled to catch it as Aiko sighed in helplessness. Her daughter have beco completely hopeless just because her crush was going to stay over.
Aiko wondered where she inherited that trait.
On the other end of the house, Seijirou stepped into the bathroom.
He shut the door behind him, and the exhaustion of the day hit him all at once.
His muscles ached, his arms felt heavy, and his legs had a dull throb under the skin. Honestly, today was probably the most exhausting day of his life, both the past and the present.
He sighted as he removed his clothes, stepped into the shower, and let the warm water fall over him.
As he washed away the gri and blood from the fight, his mind imdiately thought of his future plans.
He had no ti to relax, well, not really.
Once the Basuta incident concluded, events in the original ga should progress toward the Hijima Haruka arc.
He leaned against the shower wall, water running down his face as he frowned, thinking that the next event should not happen.
After all, the villain of Haruka arc was him, or rather, his mother.
In that route nad "The Chill Moon, The Burning Sun
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