Winter cleaning? Not really

**Haru's POV**

When I woke up, Shiori-san was acting... off. She kept staring at me like I had something on my face.

"Shiori-san? Is something wrong?"

She snapped out of it and waved her hands frantically. "Nope! Nothing at all!"

Sure. Totally convincing.

"Okay then," I said, shrugging. "Let's head downstairs. Breakfast is calling."

As we made our way to the dining room, I spotted Aunt Marika sipping coffee and munching on toast. Her eyes widened as soon as she saw us together.

"Hold on a second. Don't tell me you two slept together again?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at Shiori-san.

Shiori-san smirked. "Relax, Auntie, we didn't do anything scandalous~"

"Miyako!" Aunt Marika ran toward the kitchen. "You're okay with this?"

Mom poked her head out, holding a pan. "Oh, let them be. Shiori's not going to pounce on him. Haru will be 18 soon, anyway. Shiori, just a little longer~"

"Mom!" I groaned, my face heating up.