Chapter 231: Mafuyu-neesan~!

Chapter 231: Mafuyu-neesan~!

When returning home to Yukima.

The sky had already turned completely dark.

"I'm back."

(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

"Welcome home."

(✿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 me 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 immediately ran to the bathroom.

He seemed 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 somewhat 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 income and a decent main house.

Kasumigaoka Utaha let out a quiet sigh of relief.

That was good.

Despite her cold, sharp-tongued, and somewhat distant exterior.

This long-haired black-haired senpai was actually someone 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 something 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 mentioned 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 some money, Kasumigaoka Utaha wouldn't find it strange.

But for him to be this meticulous, even helping to find someone to solve the problem… Something was off!

(╭ರ_•́)

The corner of Yukima Azuma's mouth twitched.

"Utaha-senpai, what are you thinking? That child is still an elementary school student."

ಠ_ಠ

Hearing this, Kasumigaoka Utaha rolled her eyes.

"So what if they're an elementary 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 moment, 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 blame herself.

But, even so…

"Lonely-kun, come to my room tonight. I have something 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?"

<(ꐦㅍ _ㅍ)>

Kasumigaoka Utaha shot a glare at Yukima Azuma.

He immediately 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 calmed 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 troublesome student, what do you want?"

(｡>\\<)

"Oh, I actually do have something."

Yukima Azuma then explained that he was looking for a reliable tutor.

The one teaching Sagiri had to be someone familiar.

The reason behind that went without saying.

Even if they weren't a close acquaintance, at the very least, they had to be someone of good character.

After that, Laplace Corporation could try recruiting them.

After hearing Yukima Azuma's request, Kirisu Mafuyu thought for a moment and then said:

"Actually, I have someone quite suitable to recommend."

Yukima Azuma was a bit surprised.

Kirisu-sensei thought of someone that quickly?

Could it be Hiratsuka Shizuka?

But thinking about it carefully, that didn't seem right.

Hiratsuka Shizuka was teaching at Shuchiin and was even a homeroom teacher.

She was busy from morning till night.

She probably wouldn't have much time to take on a private tutoring job.

"Kirisu-sensei, who do you want to recommend?"

Yukima Azuma asked curiously.

Kirisu Mafuyu clapped her hands: "My younger sister."

Yukima Azuma blinked.

"Sister-in-law?"

"Umu umu... Umu? What do you mean sister-in-law!?"

Σ(°ロ°)

Kirisu Mafuyu reflexively nodded.

But right after, she realized something was off.

She immediately shot up and grabbed Yukima Azuma's ear.

⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾

Yukima Azuma also realized that his joke might have gone a bit too far.

Without hesitation, he bolted, dashing around the room.

The two of them chased each other around Kirisu Mafuyu's bed for several laps before stopping on opposite sides, facing off.

"You really are one troublesome student!"

ヽ(｀Д´#)ﾉ 

Kirisu Mafuyu panted as she scolded him, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

Meanwhile, with Yukima Azuma's level 8 physical prowess, this much movement was nothing but a gentle breeze.

He immediately waved his hands frantically.

"Kirisu-sensei, I was just joking! Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously!"

(づ•́ ᵔ •̀)づ))

Kirisu Mafuyu huffed.

She sat down on the edge of the bed.

With an expression that clearly said, Hmph! I'm mad now, hmph!

( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,)

But the moment Yukima Azuma got close—

She swiftly reached out and grabbed his ear.

She didn't use much force, just a light pinch.

And just like that, she kept hold of his ear as she continued speaking:

"My younger sister, Kirisu Miharu, graduated from the University of Tokyo and is also a teacher."

"But since she doesn't have much experience yet, she hasn't started teaching. Right now, she's working as a teaching assistant and school nurse at Shuchiin."

A so-called school nurse,

Was essentially a half-doctor role in the infirmary.

If students had a fever, heatstroke, stomachache, sprained ankle, or, well… that time of the month,

They could go there to rest, and there were some basic medicines available.

But for anything serious,

They'd still have to be sent straight to the hospital.

And since the infirmary was often empty,

It was a pretty easy job.

Yukima Azuma blinked.

He hadn't expected Kirisu Mafuyu's younger sister to also be a teacher.

And a University of Tokyo graduate, no less.

"So, is Miharu-neesan available?"

He asked.

Kirisu Mafuyu glared at Yukima Azuma.

"Don't call her that!"

<(ꐦㅍ _ㅍ)>

Hearing this, Yukima Azuma put on an innocent face.

"Then how should I address her?"

That question made Kirisu Mafuyu freeze.

Right… what should Yukima Azuma call her younger sister?

Calling her oba-san?

Wouldn't that indirectly mean she, Mafuyu, was also an oba-san?

But letting him call Miharu neesan like her was too unreasonable.

"Haizz, fine, just call her Miharu-neesan."

"(ノ _ <,, )

After some thought, Kirisu Mafuyu made her decision.

Hearing this, Yukima Azuma flashed a Satanichia-like grin.

"Got it, Mafuyu-neesan."

(≖⩊≖)

Kirisu Mafuyu's cheeks instantly turned bright red at that one word: neesan.

Adorable little brothers like this were practically a lethal weapon to older sisters.

If Yukima Azuma ever worked at a host club,

He'd probably empty the wallets of countless older women.

Kirisu Mafuyu was clearly no exception.

"Stop calling me that."

(｡>﹏<)

"Eh? What's wrong, Mafuyu-neesan?"

(≖⩊≖)

"It's not… it's just…"

(>/////< " )

"Mafuyu-neesan!"

(இ﹏இ`｡)

With each neesan echoing in her ears,

Kirisu Mafuyu completely broke down.

"J-just go already! I'll contact Miharu for you!"

(💢,,>﹏<,,) b-baka!

Releasing his ear, Kirisu Mafuyu lightly tugged at her collar.

It was already winter, so why did it still feel so hot?

Yukima Azuma nodded,

Then quickly made his escape.

Once Kirisu Mafuyu recovered from the devastating power of the word neesan,

He was definitely going to pay for this.

It was best to leave first.

Exiting Kirisu Mafuyu's room,

He looked toward the far end of the second-floor hallway.

There were some things in life you just couldn't avoid.

It's fine, there's nothing to be afraid of.

He still had the Joestar family's secret technique.

ᕙ( ᗒᗣᗕ )ᕗ