Chapter 7: CH 7

“Good morning. Hey, Onii-San”

“Hey, Yuika.”

Monday morning.

As I was riding the train to work, Yuika greeted me in her usual attitude.

At first glance, she appeared to be a serious, beautiful girl; on the contrary, she was an outrageous high school girl who used foul language with a dry tone.

Whenever I was on the commuter train, this girl would talk to me and try to lead me into a romantic conversation.

After a little chatting, Yuika asked me a question out of the blue.

“Hey. Is your junior cute?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do other people say you’re cute?”

“… Some people do say that.”

“Soka~~. Onii-San thinks his junior is cute.”

“Don’t subtly falsify the story.”

… It’s always this way.

Every time, you’re going to force the story to go that way.

You little devil.

“But you do think she’s cute, don’t you?”

“…, Yeah.”

“So you do think she’s cute.”

“You’re jumping from one interpretation to the next.”

“If you can’t be honest with me, does that mean you’re still conscious of me~?”

Yuika was trying to steer the conversation towards romance.

The junior had a certain feminine charm, but that and romance were two different things.

She didn’t seem to understand that.

She was just a high school girl.

I didn’t think she understood the concept of adult love.

Then, I opened my mouth.

“If that’s all you want, I think you’re cute, too.”

It was a casual remark, but she suddenly fell quiet and stared at my face.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing…”

The tone of her words was the same, but her lips were pouting.

I wondered if I had said something strange.

And then I realized a possibility.

“… Are you embarrassed?”

“… I’m not embarrassed.”

I continued.

“What? You’re embarrassed? You’re always so cocky, but now you’re embarrassed?”

“I-I’m not … embarrassed.”

I followed up with more.

“Didn’t think that Yuika-sama, who was always talking about love, would be embarrassed just because someone called her cute?”

“W-why would I be embarrassed?”

Yuika was trying hard to keep her expression stoic, but her lips were trembling slightly.

I knew she was embarrassed.

However, although I thought she had a tepid personality at all times, she had a surprisingly interesting side.

Well, it would be more adorable if she reacted like this.

It was a great opportunity.

Let’s make fun of her a bit more.

“That’s right, isn’t it? There’s no way a girl, who gives romantic advice to an older man, would be embarrassed by something like this.”

Then Yuika turned her gaze to me.

“Are you kidding me, Onii-San? Are you trying to tease me?”

“You’re teasing me too, Yuika.”

Whether she was teased or not, Yuika took out her phone and started scrolling randomly through the messages.

Then she started to talk as if she was complaining.

“I don’t think it’s right for adults to make fun of high school girls.”

“High school girls making fun of adults is also a problem.”

“It’s safe.”

What kind of nonsense is that?… I thought. Then I wondered if it was so strange for a high school girl to tease an adult.

If they were just teasing each other like Yuika, then they werevjust joking around with each other and that could be acceptable.

For a moment, I was lost, but then I shook my head and said that was not possible.

“… No, you’re out.”

Then Yuika stopped touching her phone and looked at me.

Her eyes were smiling slightly.

“You just thought, `Maybe’.”

“Don’t look at me as if you’re on your high horse.”

As if to convey her victory, Yuihua muni’d my arm twice.

I…

I thought I had the upper hand, but before I knew it, the tables were turned.

I thought today would be the day that I would win hands down.

At that time, the phone Yuika was holding vibrated.

“Oh, I got a LINE from a senior, it won’t take long, just wait.”

“I didn’t say anything about waiting.”

“I’ll take my time with you later, don’t be shy.”

“Ko…, Koi…”

Yuika ignored my words and quickly started typing on her phone.

The way she rhythmically typed out the letters with her fingers was just like a high school girl.

When I looked at Yuika again, her face didn’t stand out but it was well-defined.

In addition, she had an ample chest, which must have attracted the attention of boys.

However, if you asked me if she was a healing type1, I would say she was slightly different.

She was neither a lady’s type nor a gal’s type.

But she was not cool, either.

She was plain, but she was not gloomy.

For better or worse, I guess she was a natural.

When she finished texting, she looked at me again.

“Sorry, I kept you waiting.”

“I was not waiting.”

“Where were we? How to get your junior to go home with you, right?”

“Don’t make any false statements that might call my character into question.”