His Childhood Friend is a Beautiful, Reclusive Girl, So He Spends His After-School Hours in Her Room (But He’s Not Her Boyfriend!) - Ch. 55: Yuika-san Is Angry (Temporary)

“Yuika, you’re the most angry person I’ve seen all year!”

She was in her pajamas and her hands were raised in a peeved manner.
As I had reported, Yuika was very angry.

It was almost night.
I came to Kisaragi’s house in a stunned state after Iori declared himself to be rebellious at the riverbed. Moreover, Iori said, “It’s a rebellious phase…” and went home by another route. To be honest, I was so shocked that I don’t even remember how I got here.

When I arrived, Yuika was already sulking.
I told her I’d be late, but I didn’t expect it to be at night either, so it wasn’t unreasonable.

So, when she asked me to disclose the reason, I told her the whole story up to this point. As a result, she was very angry. She was already waving her pillow around angrily.

“You two ate hamburgers, went to a game center, went to a bookstore, and finally talked while watching the sunset. It’s an afterschool date, afterschool date! Iori’s reactions are cute, but Souta’s a cheater!”
“No, wait, that’s crazy. Iori is your brother, and we’re not together, so it’s not cheating!”

“And what do you mean you spent my prepaid card money on Iori? Where’s the hug? Doesn’t Souta want a hug for this? I’m not going to give you a hug, even though I’m wearing no bra today and the thinnest pajamas I’ve ever worn.”
“Really? I’ll get you one! I’ll get you a card later, you’ll have to concede on that!”

“Nope! How long do you think I was waiting for you? I’d already finished writing my novel and uploaded it, and I was so excited to get Souta’s praise that I kept looking at the door, but you didn’t show up even after an hour or two, and by the time I realized it, the sun had set!”
“You’ve been waiting at the window that long? That’s really cute!”

“Also, I told you not to blow Iori’s ears! As expected, there’s a strange atmosphere! Sister and brother bowl! Are you a pervert who wants a sister-brother bowl, Souta?”
“There it is, ‘ear blowing’! And what’s with that expression? I’m not sure if it’s a proper noun that’s been handed down from the Kisaragi family or if it’s just a noun. And don’t say sister and brother bowl, I don’t have that particular interest!”
[TLN: Cough, three-umm so you guys get it.]

“Or maybe Iori heard my voice during the ear blowing! Or something! And and and and! It’s awkward! The shock was an overkill fatal wound, and his sister will withdraw!”
“Calm down, you’re already a recluse! There’s no way you can stay in any smaller! The only thing left for you to do is to turn into a futon bun! Do you want to go into bun mode for now? Here you go.”

“Don’t call it a futon bun! The form in which I wear a futon is officially called ‘Futon Avalon mode’!”
“A name with useless feminine power and otaku taste? I’ve never heard of that setting before!”

I thoughtfully offered her a futon, but she pushed it back at me.
Oh no, this was really the most angry she has been this year. Since I don’t have the ultimate weapon of a prepaid card, there was no way to quell the anger of the earth. If this continued, Japan will sink.

Finally, the giant monster Yuika unleashed a critical blow.
She was about to throw the pillow in her hand.

“It’s a big deal for that honest and cute Iori to become rebellious, you know? It’s all Souta’s fault!”
“Gahhh!?”

I coughed up blood at the overly sharp line.
If you think of it like a part of a speech bubble piercing the surface of a comic book, you’ll get the idea.

“Why were you trying to take off his pants in the open-!? Even if he’ss a boy, he’s at an age where he can—eh? Souta?”
“Ugh, uhh, ug…”

The futon dropped out of my hands and I fell to my knees in a heap.
I tried not to think about it too much, but when she said it right up front, it was no use.

“Ugh, my Iori has become…rebellious!”
“Ehhh? I didn’t expect you to cry!? And my?”

I burst into tears, collapsing to the floor.

“He’s always been so cute to me, calling me Souta Nii-chan, Souta Nii-chan! And yet!”
“Ehh, no…now it’s my turn to get angry!”

“Damn it, it’s my fault, if only I’d done better….I know what you mean, Iori. No matter how much you want to, it’s too painful to have your sister’s moaning trigger your midlife crisis…”
“You know, you can’t say something that even I, who’s angry, didn’t mention, right? I’m the one who’s most sensitive about it, you know?”

“If only I’d given him an eye patch, bandage, and some fancy accessories earlier… If only he had taken the average path to becoming a chuunibyou, I could have played along with you as a big brother playing the role of the strongest bankai user.”
“…T-That’s just something Souta wants to do, right?　That’s what you used to make me do when I was in middle school, right?”
[TLN: Bankai, Final Release in Bleach.]

My heart was filled with sorrow and grief.
For a man to lose the trust of his brother was as painful as tearing himself apart. I know it was all my own fault. But even so, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I should have done at that time
I can’t even speak anymore. I’m just sinking into a sea of tears.

“Uggg, ugh, ugggghh…”
“W-Well, you know, it’s my angry turn…”
“ugggghh…”
“So it’s my…”
“ugggghh…”
“You…are not listening. Why Souta is always like this when Iori turns away from him.”

She signed heavily.

“Ah, I can’t help it now.”

The pillow was thrown on the bed, and Yuika sat down on the spot.
She patted her knee.

“Come here, come here. I’ll comfort you.”

I sneezed and looked up.
I can’t see much ahead through my tears.

“…Is that fine?”
“Is it fine? It’s important to rely on others when you’re weak, you know?”
“Yuika-san, weren’t you angry…?”
“I was angry, but when I saw Souta-san crying, I lost the will to be angry. So come on, come on.”

She slapped her knee again.
…It was true that I was particularly vulnerable to losing Iori’s trust. I didn’t feel like I could stand up on my own anymore.
I slithered across the floor like a caterpillar and borrowed a knee.

“…Ugghh, Yuika”
“Yes, yes, it’s me, Yuika.”

I hugged her slim waist and she took me in naturally.
I nuzzled my face into her pajama thighs and she gently stroked the back of my head.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Souta will be fine.”
“But Iori, Iori…”
“It’s natural for him to be rebellious at his age, right? Cheer up. Want to touch my br**sts?”
“…Yes.”

“Well, I won’t let you touch it.”
“…I knew it. So I want you to say it again in a special manner.”
“Ah, you’re such a spoiled brat. It’s special.”

I spun around on her knees and looked up.
Yuika looked down at me and lifted her F-cups, which were without a bra, in a swoosh.
She whispered with a full-on pampering Onee-san face.

“Are you okay? You can rub my br**sts.”

“…I’ll do”
“Well, I won’t let you rub it.”
“…It’s okay. Just hearing ‘t*tty rubbing’ from Yuika’s mouth was very soothing to my heart.”
“I don’t understand it at all, but I’m glad you are soothed.”

She patted me on the head.
It felt so good. How happy would I be if I could fall asleep like this?
When my heart was broken, Yuika’s lap pillow was the strongest. I can’t match it at all.

In the end, I spent the rest of the day on her knees, and on the way home, I finally came to my senses and screamed, “I just told myself that we’re just childhood friends, what am I doing?”